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Posted by: Rusty Thu Sep 01, 2005 7:20 am
((Continue!))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Sep 01, 2005 7:35 am
((Dava's Mansion - Read These are our priorities in the mansion. 1. Protect Dava Dava is currently standing on her own against the Big Bad Evil Guy and a few henchmen. We've cleared the path there of traps, so everyone should be able to get through fine. We need to shield her, distract the enemies, or even take her out if it's feasible. She's apparently not out of magic yet, but we can't afford to wait much longer. Cuurently outside the door are Zook, Cedric, Laika, and Van. Anyone else who can make it, do so.
Notes on the room:

- Monsters: There are a few skeletons and robots with the BBEG (which is itself a robot).
- Allies: Dava is alone, although it appears many fell in her defense.

2. Other survivors in the mansion
The kunoichi Kyoji found died, but the monk Faralon is talking to might still be savable. If someone can stabilize him on their way into the mansion (If Rhizor can spare a shot of Lesser Vigor, maybe). It should become priority one to scour the mansion for more survivors after Dava is secure.
A more detailed recap can be found be reading over the end of the last thread, but these are immediate concerns.
We're in the home stretch here. One more fight, everyone. One more.))

Posted by: Cyrus Thu Sep 01, 2005 8:09 am
Castor takes the birdman's offer, arming himself with the Tower Shield. He wouldn't be able to use his axe, but he could drop it if the weapon was needed. He then makes his way to the door, taking point in front of it, readying the shield, waiting for the signal.

Posted by: Aldur Thu Sep 01, 2005 10:55 am
Amelios hurried towards the fallen Monk, gently touching his shoulder, stabilising his wounds, yet that was all he could do for the man. JHe waited by the door with the others, bow at the ready. He was ready to save the seer, and frowned a little, one old woman against so many? Truely amazing.
((Cure Minor Wounds +1 though should stop him bleeding etc.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Sep 01, 2005 5:19 pm
"Quickly, Castor! Charge them, and shield Dava with your body! Mages, this is our final fight! Spare nothing in your efforts! Fighters, with me! We will attack the enemy until Laika can carry the Seer to safety! Archers, stand and fight! For those who gave their lives today, for the hope of life against the undead, for the fate that will befall the world if we fail here! CHARGE!"
Suiting words to action, the birdman unsheaths his weapon and strides forth, swinging the blade with deadly efficiency.
((Initiative: 6 + 2 = 8))
((Action, move and attack nearest enemy.))
(Add in song or blessing modifiers as appropriate)
Attack (+1 enchanted head) = 16 + 6 (skill) + 1 (ench) = 23
Damage = 6 + 3 (str) + 1 (ench) = 10
((On a side note: My team has just been notified to stand by for rescue efforts in the wake of hurricane Katrina. If we're called out, which seems likely at this point, I'm going to be away from the computer for a few days. If I drop out, TUM, just have Brand hack and slash whoever seems to be in range. Standard modifiers are +6/+6 for attack rolls, +3/+1 for damage when using my sword as a double weapon.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 01, 2005 5:21 pm
Kethra enters the room shortly after the others with Damas close behind her. The moment she sees the monk, however, she rushes over and looks down at him. "How many had to die because of these vile creatures? We have to stop them before any more lose their lives, especially Dava." She clenches her fists and makes her ways towards the door.
"I agree," Damas says solemnly, looking down at the monk with sadness in his eyes. "So many dead... Just like the guild..." he murmurs before walking towards the door. He stays near the back of the group and readies his crossbow.

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Sep 01, 2005 5:45 pm
((Init: 19 + 4 = 23)) Laika springs to action making his way towards one of the metal claws but stops 5 feet away.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 01, 2005 6:05 pm
(Grapple check I believe, then opposed strength.) [Initiative 19] As Laika moves, Cedric tighens his grip around his mighty hammer and charges forward. Ignoring the lesser foes, he charges forward towards the massive warmachine. Raising his hammer overhead, he brings it down mightly aganist the back of the enemy.
((Charging if possible.))
((If charging, take any AoOs incurred.))
((If not charging, side step to avoid AoOs.))
[Attack Roll 1...]
((...))
[Failure Check 18 + whatever = passed]
((Damned dice.))
((Change the last part of my aciton to tries to bring it mightly aganist the back of the enemy.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Sep 01, 2005 9:35 pm
((Place holder until I get home from work tonight and can make a proper action. http://magic19.homestead.com/files/leeroy.wma Also, if it helps, Aurik will Cure Minor Wounds Chu Rao. Drop Create Water for CMinW if he hasn't already died. Spells Remaining
0: Guidance, Detect Poison, Mending))

Posted by: Critical Mass Fri Sep 02, 2005 12:12 am
((Edit: Before we move towards the mansion, I grab both the handaxes and Zook's discarded sniper rifle.)) Seeing the clerics attend to the monk, Rhizor wastes no time in heading for Dava to bring his spellcasting abilities to bear on her attackers. One of the tiny clay vials on his belt shatters as he chants an incantation, the pure water within powering the spell as it takes form. A few tiny crystals of ice solidify on the massive machine before the wizardess, the only indication of the powerful magics building up inside the creature.
((Sudden Maximized Creeping Cold on the boss robot. 6 cold damage, fort DC 19 half.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Sep 02, 2005 12:17 am
A wave of relief washes over Zook as the force streams through the door. In a free moment Zook whips out from his cover on the side of the door, leaning inward to take a potshot at the egg-shaped robot. ((Attack: 13 + 7 = 20 Damage: 4 + 1 + 1 = 6))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 02, 2005 1:24 am
((I don't see the need for a map for this battle. )) The minions immediately halt their attack on Dava and turn to engage the 'reinforcements' as the giant mecha and the seeress match arsenal and spell. The birdman swiftly note that the ceiling is only 20' high, so their flight will be hampered.
Enemies list:
3 Drowned Eye troops.
2 Torch Eye mk1s.
1 Torch Eye mk.2
2 Metal Claws
1 War Machine
Allies: Dava.
Range to enemies: 60'.
Enemy formation: Enemy is spread out in a line to intercept anyone from moving adjacent to Dava.
Enemy Init: 18
Cedric rushes towards the robot, hammer in hand. Running through the enemy line without care for himself, the handaxe of a Drowned Eye clanks off his armor, but the titular appendage of a Metal Claw lacerates his side.
((Miss. Hit. 17 damage.))
Nightmare cannot reach Dava without crossing the enemy line.
Chu Rao, is already dead, past any effort to save him.

Posted by: Twitch Fri Sep 02, 2005 1:27 am
(Init Roll: 19 + 2 = 21) (Attack Roll: 15 + 2 charge - 3 PA + 3 BAB + 5 STR + 1 ench = 23) (Damage Roll: 5 + 2 = 7 + 7 STR + 6 PA +1 ench = 21 dmg) Gabriel lumbers forward, looking to dish out a little retribution for being felled in the last fight. Rushing out alongside Cedric, he broke off, leaped forward and brought his sword crashing down on the closest drowned eye he could find.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Sep 02, 2005 1:34 am
((Init 1 + 3 = 4 )) Zook drops his gun and pulls out one of the heavy shrapnel bombs. He dashed into the room, hurling the explosive at the unidentified Ancient robot still locked in combat with Dava. ((Throw it to hit as many enemies aside from the robot as possible without harming any allies. Attack 7 + 7 = 14
Damage: 6 + 5 + 6 + 3 = 20 damage))

Posted by: Aldur Fri Sep 02, 2005 1:56 am
((9+1=10 for init)) ((16+1=17. damage: 1. 1. .1.1.1.1.1..1 ARGH.)) Amelios took aim at a torch eye, yet his finger's slipped as he fired the arrow, it travelling much slower than usual. He cursed as he knew he'd just wasted an arrow.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Sep 02, 2005 2:23 am
Kethra makes her way towards the enemy at a steady but cautious pace. While keeping her eyes on them to see what they might do, she is prepared to defend herself. ((40' move, Full Defense)) ----- Damas looks around quickly for something to take cover behind so he can avoid fire as much as possible. After finding something (or not), her begins to murmur and incantation in an ancient language, and weaves arcane symbols in the air with his fingers. His eyes set on the Metal Claw and he outstretches his arm, two energy bolts flying towards it.
((Magic Missile
Damage: 9 [4 + 1 + 3 + 1]))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 02, 2005 4:15 am
Cedric recovers from his failed attack, pausing for a moment to collect himself and note his dire situation. Frowning, he raising his hammer once more and presses forward, slamming it aganist the metal form before him. [Combat Expertise +5 AC]
[Attack Roll 10 + 10 - 5 = 15]

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Sep 02, 2005 2:21 pm
((We'll just assume that last time Laika moved to be 5 feet away from the metal claws. And I'm not sure, but I think my bull strength's wore off by now. I'll assume it is, and if not then you can just add things where apropriate.)) Laika moves in towards the metal claw and starts an assault on it in an attempt to break through the enemy line to protect Dava.
((Attack:
Claw1: D20 + 7 + 1 (song?) = 11 + 8 = 19
Claw2: D20 + 7 + 1 (song?) = 14 + 8 = 22
Bite: D20 + 2 + 1 (song?) = 18 + 3 = 21
Damage:
Claw1: D8 + 5 + 1 (song?) = 4 + 6 = 10
Claw2: D8 + 5 + 1 (song?) = 4 + 6 = 10
Bite: D6+ 2 + 1 (song?) = 6 + 3 = 9
Also, I'm not going to be arounnd for the rest of today, or tomorrow, and maybe Sunday. So I give control of Laika to whomever Knight sees fit.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Fri Sep 02, 2005 4:35 pm
((Isyndel Initiative: 14 + 3 = 17)) Isyndel makes her way into as quickly as she can. Finding a position near the sides, she quickly gauges her options. Knowing she is not close enough to use the one spell she feels will be of any use in the battle, she begins loading her crossbow just to be prepared.
((Move action = 30' feet to a reasonable position within the room. Standard Action: Loading Light Masterwork Crossbow))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Sep 02, 2005 4:56 pm
((Sadly I'm out of Bardic Music for the day, IIRC. Unless my level-up changed that? I don't know if I need to rest for that. Wouldn't really make sense, but I don't doubt the possibility. 'Til then, this is my action.)) *Faralon's brow grows heavy as he sees the predictament that Dava has gotten herself into. Dead bodies everywhere...These Ancient robots and undead can't be working on their own accord, even if they are intelligent. But who are they working for, and why do they want Dava dead? Surely...They must be tied in with Prince Nick's disappearance. Too bad we won't be able to question them...But if what that monk said is true, Dava must know something that can help us.*
: "We may have been too late for the others, but we are not too late here! Cut a line down the middle of their forces and split the battle! We have to save her as quickly as possible!"
*Faralon, with his bow still drawn, fires two arrows at the nearest Torch Eye, one a Shocking Burst, the other a Flaming Burst.*
((Initiative: 12 + 4 = 16.
Using Rapid Shot:
Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 = 19. Hit?
Damage: 4 (arrow) + 6 (shock) + 1 (STR) = 11.
Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 = 26, Natural 20! Confirming critical...Natural 1. Denied. ;_;
Damage: 6 (arrow) + 6 (flame) + 1 (STR) = 13.))

Posted by: Cyrus Fri Sep 02, 2005 7:06 pm
[Initiative: 14+3=17.] Castor charges the enemy lines, bringing the shield to bear as he attempts to knock a hole in the line. [Initiating a Bullrush. Just hope the guy in front of me isn't a Torch Eye...]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Sep 02, 2005 7:51 pm
Ashathel's blade slides out of it's housing with ease, but a hasty strike leaves it clattering harmlessly off the bony body of his undead target. ((Init: 1d20 + 4 = 18 Attack: 1d20 + 3 = 7))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Sep 02, 2005 7:55 pm
((We've been told to stand down until Monday. Given the news from that area, I can't say I'm too unhappy.)) "Focus on the robot in front of the minotaur!" Brand shouts, realizing that if the team scattered their shots among the enemy, not one robot would be taken down before the team lost half its strength. "Smash a way to the seer's side!"
Suiting words to action, the birdman stepped forward, sword whistling as it moved, but the only blows he struck were glancing ones.
Attack 1 (+1 head): 3 + 7 = 10
Damage: 4 + 4 = 8
Attack 2 (masterwork head): 4 + 7 = 11
Damage: 1 + 2 = 3
((And my dice still hate me.))

Posted by: Critical Mass Fri Sep 02, 2005 9:27 pm
Rhizor curses as his freezing spell seems to have no affect whatsoever on the behemoth assaulting the seeress and instead turns his attention towards the smaller machines holding the line, a quick incantation summoning another set of the flaming orbs he had used in battle earlier that day.
((Cast Produce Flame, 12 cold damage to the boss, fort DC 19 half))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 02, 2005 9:27 pm
Asathel's and Cedric's attacks merely clank off their opponent's armor as Laika and Gabriel rush forward to crash into the enemy. Laika rushes forward to scratch deep gouges in the Metal Claw's thick armor. At the same time Gabriel's sword cleaves through the left arm and part of the ribcage of his opponent, but the undead warrior still stands.
((16 damage to Drowned Eye1. 7 damage to Metal Claw1.))
The robots counterattack with machine precision. Laika's Metal Claw slashes at him, tearing a gouge in his side as another Metal Claw floats over to assault Cedric. However, his armor and expertise allow him to dodge. The Drowned Eye step back five feet and open fire with their rifles, a hail of lead soaring at Kethra and Amelios. The burst aimed at Amelios barely missed, but Kethra is struck by the bullets despite her training. A third burst from the last troop almost tears through Damas, but the armor field projected by his bracers save him by deflecting the stray shots as he dives to the side. The Torch Eyes fire their lasers, burning into Isyndel, and Aurik, but not Damas, the lucky mage dodges out of the way again.
((7 damage to Laika. 13 damage to Kethra. 15 damage to Isyndel and Aurik.))
Meanwhile, Faralon's arrow strike one of the Torch Eyes and play havoc with its subsystems.
((17 total damage to Torch Eye 1.))
Kyoji attempts to tumble past one of the skeletons to reach the Torch eyes, but the Ancient warrior almost manages to intercept him with a well placed rifle butt anyway. However, fast reflexes save the ninja, barely. Upon reaching the robot, he jams his swords into the metal creature, withdraws them, and disappears. Unfortunately, they fail to hit anything.
((Dodge to Drowned Eye. Tumble check: 7. Failure. AoO: 20. Miss by 1 thanks to Dodge. Miss, miss. Final Ghost Step used.))
Castor bowls the Drowned Eye in front of him right over, forcing him back 10 ten feet.
Meanwhile, the War Machine fires dual machineguns at Dava. The bullets impact on a magical shield, never reaching the sorceress, and Dava counters by chanting terribly and summoning a swarm of phantom eyes to surround and slam into the robot.
((DC:15 Know Arcana: That was Dava Breath.))
Zook tosses his bomb and hits all of the Torch Eyes.
((15 damage to all Torch Eyes.))

Posted by: Century Fri Sep 02, 2005 9:42 pm
(( Init: 5+6 = 11 )) ~Elias makes his way into the mansion, following teh first group with the rest of the spellcasters and ranged attackers - depleted of most of his useful Spells, and his prowess with the spear still not up to scratch, Elias waits until he can be of more use~

Posted by: Twitch Fri Sep 02, 2005 11:02 pm
(Power Attack +3) (Attack Roll: 16 +5 STR +1 ENCH +3 BAB -3 PA = 22) (Damage: 6+1 +7 STR +1 ENCH +6 PA = 21) ((AIM loves giving me 7's on my damage roll... how I long for some variety. watch, next round I'll roll a 2)) Gabriel silently pressed on in his assault. His blood screamed through his veins as he felt the ebb and flow of the battle raging around him. His anger toward the undead horrors threatening him and his companions fueling every strike.
I want nothing more than to tear you apart piece by piece with my bare hands, creature...
He thought as he watched his sword smash through its defenses and crash into the remainder of its ribcage.
...but why bother when I'm already cutting through you like a hot knife through so much butter.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Sep 03, 2005 12:41 am
"Since when do big boys attack little old ladies?" Ashathel asked, adjusting his grip on his blade as he targeted the metallic monstrosity firing upon Dava. Unable to identify the attack the woman used, the elven swashbuckler lashed out once he came within range of the War Machine and added "That's a bad, bad boy..."
((Kno(Arcana): 1d20 + 1 = 8
Attack: 1d20 + 4 = 17
Damage(if applicable): 1d8 + 1 = 8))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Sep 03, 2005 1:42 am
Cedric glares at the Metal Claw but does not return its attack, instead he lashes out once more at the monsterious warmachine. [Combat Expertise +5 AC] [Attack Roll 19 + 10 - 5 = 24] [Damage Roll 1d10 + 7]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Sep 03, 2005 5:43 am
((Knowledge Arcana: 21)) Damas somehow recognizes the spell that Dava had cast, and his eyes widen slightly. "Amazing..." he murmurs. After this he notes that the machines are striking back fiercely, and he has depleted all of his really useful spells. Though not really wanting to resort to this, the young elf takes aim at one of the Drowned Eye with his crossbow and fires.
((Attack: 26 [19 + 7]
Damage: 3 [6 / 2]
Stupid damage reduction...))
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Kethra grits her teeth as the bullets tear through her, but decides that she needs to finish off something quickly. Looking for what appears to be the most damaged enemy, she moves towards the Drowned Eye that Damas had shot at and strikes hard.
((Attack: 23 [18 + 5]
Damage: 10 [8 + 2]
Both attacks were aimed at Drowned Eye 2. Dodge to that Drowned Eye as well))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Sep 03, 2005 9:01 pm
((Err... I'm guessing you don't know this, DM, but you can't crit on undead. Drowned Eye included, despite all the annoying wires and metal and such.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Sep 03, 2005 10:06 pm
((Shit, I forgot! Thanks for reminding me Arc!))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Sep 04, 2005 10:52 pm
Gabriel's skeleton crumbles under the sheer force of his onslaught as Kyoji appears to attack his robotic target, once again his swords clanging off the armor plating. Kethra and Damas manage to slightly damage the second Drowned Eye as this happens.
((Drowned Eye1 defeated! 11 points of damage to Drowned Eye2!))
Neither Cedric nor Asathel's assaults seem to have any effect on the monstrous War Machine. Yeesha yells for them to get out of the way as she begins to cast a spell.
The enemies counter attack in a hail of laser and gunfire. Kethra and Castor are struck by Torch Eye beams, the other attacks missing their targets.
((15 damage to Castor and Kethra.))
The Metal Claw engaging Cedric once again fails to penetrate his armor, but the one fighting Laika is luckier, the robotic appendage tearing through flesh as it hits.
((12 damage to Laika.))
Enemies list:
2 Drowned Eye troops.
2 Torch Eye mk1s.
1 Torch Eye mk.2 (which looks about to fall apart. Int check 10: It's got 3 HP left.))
2 Metal Claws
1 War Machine
Allies: Dava

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sun Sep 04, 2005 11:11 pm
Brand focuses on his task, swinging the double-edged blade in and intricate path, and grinning inwardly to himself as he feels the blade connect. Attack 1 (+1 head) = 13 (1d20) + 5 (skill) +1 (enchantment) +1 (song) = 20 Attack 2 (masterwork head) = 8 + 7 = 15
Damage 1 = 2 + 2 (str) + 2 (ench/song) = 6 - 5 (damage reduction) = 1
Damage 2 = 2 + 1(str) + 1 (song) = 4 - 5 (damage reduction) = 0
The attack seems to do little damage to his enemy, causing Brand to consider his next assault carefully. Continuing to dance the blades, Brand seems to find his center, as both heads impact on the enemy in front of him.
Attack 1 (+1 head) = 16 + 7 = 23
Attack 2 (mstr head) = 19 + 7 = 26
Damage 1 = 4 + 4 = 8 - 5 (damage reduction) = 3
Damage 2 = 1 + 2 = 3 - 5 = 0
"Try blunt weapons on the Drowned eye!" the birdman calls out. "Edged weapons only chip their bones!"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Sep 05, 2005 12:41 am
((Int Check: 17)) Damas hears Brand's shout while he is examining one of the torch eyes. A grin slowly creeps across his lips as he takes aim at the torch eye with his crossbow. Praying to every god he can think of that the bolt will strike a vital area, he fires.
((Attack: 20 [12 + 7 + 1]
Damage: 8 [minus whatever DR it has]
I'm at a loss for what to do with Kethra this turn. she's at 5 hp and another shot will probably kill her. Since she's been aimed for and hit two times in a row, getting hit a third time wouldn't surprise me. The question is should I heal her or take that chance that she'll get felled next turn? This is such a stupid question, but then again my brain is half dead today))

Posted by: Twitch Mon Sep 05, 2005 12:56 am
Gabriel looked down at the remains of the Drowned Eye and muttered "Hardly worth it," before moving in on the Metal Claw currently pestering Cedric. Letting out a roar best described as more beast than man, or half-giant for that matter, he brought his sword rushing down over the "head" of the Metal Claw as if he was chopping firewood.
(Power Attack +3)
(Attack Roll: 14 +5 STR +1 ENCH +3 BAB - 3 PA = 20)
(Damage Roll: 6+5 +7 STR + 1 ENCH +6 PA = 25)

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:07 am
((I'd say heal, DM. Potions are replacable, but we're running so low on healing spells right now that if you went down, I doubt we could do much to help.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:31 am
((Same action for Isyndel; she's carrying one CLW potion. I don't have my book handy so if dice rolls are involved or something, feel free to count the action)). Isyndel shrieked as she was struck ((In the previous turn)). Regaining herself, she attempted to down her potion as quickly as possible. This was not going well, she notioned, cursing her inability to do much more to help the situation besides acting as a target at the moment.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Sep 05, 2005 3:06 am
Grunting, Zook lobs a bomb over the head of a nearby Torch Eye. Landing behind it, the bomb detonates on impact, with no allies in the splash range. ((Attack 7 + 7 = 14 Damage 6 + 3 + 3 + 2 = 14))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Sep 05, 2005 3:29 am
Cedric moves to the side, enabling Yeesha room to unleash her spell. He then turns his attention to the nearby Metal Claw that had been giving him such trouble. ((5 ft step, no AoO)) ((On a side note, how did Yeesha the cripple catch those of us who were running? The traps didn't slow us that much.))
[Combat Expertise +5 AC]
[Attack Roll 7 + 10 - 5 = 12]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Sep 05, 2005 4:09 am
Kethra barely bites back a cry of pain as the laser burns through her clothes and scorches the flesh underneath. Knowing full well that the clerics have exhausted their magic and that one more hit could down her, she takes a step back and pulls a potion out of her pouch, popping it open and downing it in one swift motion.
((CSW Potion used. 21 hp restored))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 05, 2005 4:20 am

QUOTE (Kaihaku @ Mon Sep 05, 2005 3:29 am)
Cedric moves to the side, enabling Yeesha room to unleash her spell. He then turns his attention to the nearby Metal Claw that had been giving him such trouble. ((5 ft step, no AoO)) ((On a side note, how did Yeesha the cripple catch those of us who were running? The traps didn't slow us that much.))
[Combat Expertise +5 AC]
[Attack Roll 7 + 10 - 5 = 12]

((She's only now arriving, she was a round or two behind. It wasn't that far to go.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Sep 05, 2005 9:04 pm
Playing copycat, Ashathel does the same as Cedric, slipping out of range of the caster's attack to launch a non-magical one on the clawed machine. ((Init: 1d20 + 4 = 18 Attack: 1d8 + 3 = 10))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Sep 06, 2005 7:03 am
((Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 8 = 23. Int check: 1d20 + 1 = 11.)) *Faralon aims at the same Metal Claw that his brother attacked, shooting his final Flaming Burst arrow at it, as well as a regular one, then takes a step to the right.* ((Rapid Shot on the same Metal Claw Ashathel attacked, unless somehow that one is felled, then attack the other one, or basically anyone but the Drowned Eye. lol))
Roll to hit: 14 + 8 - 2 = 20. Hit!
Damage: 5 (arrow) + 6 (flame) + 1 (STR) = 12
Roll to hit: 18 + 8 - 2 = 24. Hit!
Damage: (arrow) 5 + 1 (STR) = 6
5' step to the right.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 06, 2005 11:13 pm
Zook's bomb goes off, mangling the legs of its target Torch Eye and busting open holes in its armor. Dama's arrow sales through one of these holes and hits something important. The robot shuts down. ((Torch Eye2 destroyed!)) Gabriel cleaves deeply into his robotic foe, but thanks to its heavy plating, does not destroy the construct. Faralon's fire arrow manages to lodge in some wires and begin to burn as the second arrow and Asathel's attack do nothing.
((23 damage to Metal Claw1!))
The Metal Claw that Gabriel is engaging turns to the barbarian and slashes at him, scoring a deep wound.
((Hit. 15 damage.))
The Metal Claw engaging Laika swipes, but misses.
The Drowned Eye troops back away and open fire on Zook.
((Hit, hit. Total: 22 damage on Zook.))
The two Torch Eyes open fire on Kethra and Damas, but both miss spectacularly, one actually malfunctioning and pausing long enough for Kyoji to get a free attack in, that rebounds off the armor plating.
((Auto miss. Confirm crit: Regular miss. Auto miss. Confirm crit miss: CRITICAL MISS! You two really DO have the devil's own luck. -_- Kyoji's counter attack: Miss, Hit! 2 damage, negated by DR. -_- ))
Undaunted, Kyoji attacks again, once again his attacks fail to do anything.
((4 and 5, GAAARGH!!!))
Yeesha chants and gestures at the War Machine, a maelstrom of lightning and electricity enveloping the great machine. A semi-translucent hazy field around it snaps into being, but as the spell ends, is shattered and disappears.
((Yeesha cast Ultimate Bolt on War Machine.))
Dava unleashes the Dava Breath again as great dents finally begin to appear in the machine's armor, sparks shooting from the joints. A compartment in the robot's underside opens up and an object vaguely shaped like a spear (missle) erupts from the foe, streaking towards Dava and detonating in a blinding flash of light. When the light fades, the entire section of the room where Dava is, once a great library, is blasted to shreds and burning. Dava is lying on the ground, panting heavily, but she manages to get up, a few wounds now visible on her ancient body.
Enemies list:
2 Drowned Eye troops.
1 Torch Eye mk1
1 Torch Eye mk.2 (which looks about to fall apart. Int check 10: It's got 3 HP left.))
2 Metal Claws
1 War Machine
Allies: Dava

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed Sep 07, 2005 12:49 am
Zook's vision is awash with red haze as the bullets tear into him, but he doesn't cry out. Gritting his teeth furiously, the wounded gnome seeks refuge behind some nearby rubble. ((Take whatever degree of cover the rubble affords me, plus being prone))

Posted by: Aldur Wed Sep 07, 2005 1:34 am
Amelios quickly runs over towards the gnome, tyring at least to stop the bleeding, by casting a minor Spell. he concentrated,a nd the faint healing pulse tranferred from the Kyantol to the Gnome. ((Dropped Resistance for Cure Minor Wounds. +1hp and no bleeding?))

Posted by: Twitch Wed Sep 07, 2005 2:54 am
(power attack 3) (Attack Roll: 13 + 5STR + 1 ench = 19) (Damage: 6 + 3 + 7 STR + 6 PA + 1 ench = 23) Gabriel stumbled back a pace as the claw ripped deep cuts across his off arm. Recovering, he uppercut the Metal Claw with a vicious sword swipe.
"WHY WON'T YOU DIE?!"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Sep 07, 2005 3:46 am
((Intelligence Check: 12 [11 + 1])) Damas turns his attention to another one of the torch eyes that also looks to be in pretty bad shape. Hoping that the bolt will strike true, he fires. ((Attack: 23 [16 + 7] Damage: 4 Aimed for Torch Eye mk2))
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Kethra thanks her lucky stars that the laser missed her and moves back towards the wounded Drowned Eye. Attempting to put as much force as she can behind the blow, she lashes out with a karate punch.
((Attack: 18 [13 + 5]
Damage: 8
If it hits, anyway... Aimed at Drowned Eye 2))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Sep 07, 2005 4:41 am
((About damn time I get good rolls...)) "Why won't you just die?" Ashathel asked, seconding Gabriel's sentiments while thrusting angrily at the mech in front of him; sure enough, he feels the tip hit metal. ((Still picking on the same Metal Claw; if I find out I can sub my move action for a more useful action, I will.
Attack: 1d20 + 4 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 1 = 9))

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Sep 07, 2005 4:43 am
(INIT total of.................3 >.< Hit=5(d20)+4(BAB)+1(Masterwork)+3(STR)=13 Damage= 2+1(2d4)+4(STR1.5)=7 Target: Metal Claw... whichever is closer to Van)

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Sep 07, 2005 2:48 pm
((According to the website, neither dropping a weapon nor drawing a weapon nor the act of momentarily being unarmed provokes an attack of opportunity. If I'm wrong, then just have Brand move 5 feet back, sheath his sword and draw his staff.))
Suiting his own words to action, the birdman dropped his sword, which fell with a clatter to the ground, and reached back with the same motion to draw his quarterstaff from the bundle of staves attached to his back. With a hunting cry, the birdman give the iron-shod wood an experimental spin, then lashed forward to strike the enemy in front of him.
(Attack: 18 + 6(skill) + 1 (song) = 25
(Damage: 5 (1d6) + 3 (str) + 1 (song) = 9
((Whew. About time my dice started loving me again.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Sep 07, 2005 4:07 pm
(Edited...) Cedric turns his attention to the nearest of the Drowned Eye, "Guard the Dava!" [Combat Expertise +3 AC] [Attack Roll 12 + 10 - 3 = 19] [Damage Roll 1d10 + 7]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Sep 07, 2005 4:42 pm
((Kai... it was the electrical field that was shattered, not the War Machine.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:37 pm
((Inits Merkass: 1d20 + 5 = 11 + 5 Aurik: 1d20 + 2 = 16 + 2 = 18)) *Unsure of how best to make use of his arrows, Merkass sizes up the situation before making an attempt on any of them. The giant machine wreaking having in the area seemed to be the most important target out of any of them. Loading up a shock arrow and releasing it in its direction, Merkass immediately fires a second, and his last, shock arrow at it. Both seem to strike its metal plating, but only time would tell what damage, if any, they had caused.*
((1d20 + 8 + 1 (PBS) - 2 (RS) = 15 + 7 = 22
1d20 + 7 = 18 + 7 = 25
Damage
1d8 + 1d6 (electricity) + 4 + 1 (PBS) = 5 + 3 + 5 = 10 + 3 (elec)
1d8 + 1d6 (elec) + 5 = 3 + 3 + 5 = 8 + 3 (elec)))
~~~
*Zook's fall is unsufferable. Aurik would have none of his allies be felled so ignobly. The kyantol had moved to take care of him just before he could get there, but Zook still seemed somewhat unstable. Converting more of his spell energies into positive energy, Aurik laid a hand upon Zook's shoulder, and commanded him to his feet again.*
: Rise, Gnome! You shall not shuffle off your mortal coil this day!
((Drop Create Water (wasn't used since Chu Rao was already dead, as the condition from the spell before had stated) for CMinW
Zook is healed 1 HP.
Spells Remaining: 0 - Guidance, Detect Poison, Mending))

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 08, 2005 4:35 am
Ryhir rushes forward to add his assistance to the battle. Taking quick stock, he lets his graceful step bring him forward past the decimated line, and slashes at a Drowned Eye. ((Attack: 1d20(10) + 3 + 3 + 1 + 1 = 18 If hit Dam: 1d8(7) + 4 = 11 + 1d6(1) = 12 if skirmish applies))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 08, 2005 4:57 am
The final two Drowned Eye crumble under this latest onslaught, falling apart at the fists of Kethra, the staff of Brand, and the hammer of Cedric. Gabriel's mighty blow severs the Metal Claw in two, finding a rusted, weak portion on the Ancient robot and slicing through it.
The crossbow bolt from Damas does nothing to the robot, but Yeesha calls down a ball of sparking lighting on the machine that finally overloads the last of its defenses. The Torch Eye mk.2 falls in a heap.
The final Torch Eye fires on Aurik, scoring a serious hit.
((15 damage to Aurik.))
The final Metal Claw swipes at Cedric, but malfunctions, leaving the machine open for an ineffectual counterattack as Cedric throws himself off balance.
((1, 3, 5. : P ))
The War Machine fires on Dava with its twin machine guns, tearing wounds in the great socereress' body. The seeress still stands, though, countering with a lash of her staff that sends an unseen force through the air to twist and rend the left leg of the opposing robot, bending and tearing it off. The War Machine falls onto its side, other leg moving ineffectually.
Enemies list:
1 Torch Eye mk1
1 Metal Claw
1 War Machine
Allies: Dava

Posted by: Rusty Thu Sep 08, 2005 4:58 am
((Using Rapid Shot. If the first arrow fells the Torch Eye, aim for the most injured Metal Claw.)) *Faralon aims for the weakened Torch Eye, firing an arrow into it, then immediately fires a second arrow at a Metal Claw. He takes a step to the right after firing.*
((Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 = 24. Hit!
Damage: 8 (arrow) + 1 (STR) = 9.
Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 = 17. Hit??
Damage: 6 (arrow) + 1 (STR) = 7.
5' step to the right.
And just so you know, Bardic music isn't activated. I don't have any left - unless the levelup changed that. So...Yeah. Stop adding the +1 for it. lol
Bah - this was meant for last round...))
==========================
((Luckily Marine let me make that action a last-round thing...My action this round was to attack the Metal Claw with two arrows...
((Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 = 16. Miss!
Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 = 13. Miss! ;_;))
*Faralon shoots two arrows at the Metal Claw, but fails to find a weak point in its armor.*

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 08, 2005 5:09 am
Watching several of the enemy fall, Ryhir charges the fallen warmachine, hoping to get it disabled before it can further damage Dava. A few quick steps brings him between Dava and the Warmachine, and he gives a quick turn and brings his blade to bear on the enemy.
(Attack = 1d20(14) + 8 total = 22
Dam = 1d8(3) + 4 = 7 +1d6(6) = 13 if Skirmish applies))

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Sep 08, 2005 5:11 am
*As the laser burns and sears his flesh, Aurik nearly doubles over in pain, placing his hands over the wounds. Sighing heavily through a strong exhale, Aurik recomposes himself and raises his shield in front of him. Rearing his mace back, he shouts out a taunt.*
: Foul, mechanical monstrosity! Begone!
*Aurik rushes headlong at the torch eye that had attacked him, raising his mace high into the air. Lowering it upon his foe, Aurik hopes to smash the robot to pieces.*
((1d20 + 4 + 2 (charge) = 12 + 6 = 18.
Damage: 1d8 + 1 = 6 + 1 = 7))
~~~
*Merkass again looks around the room and guages the current state of all the enemies. Given the overall damage the enemy had sustained, Merkass felt that it may be best to finish off the last servant so everyone else could assail the large robot until it was no longer operational. Drawing a dragons breath arrow, Merkass moves a bit to get into a good position. Drawing the string of his bow back, the arrow is sent quickly forward, screeching into a deafening sound in the confines of the room, even over the pitch of battle. The resin-soaked shaft bursts into flames just before it strikes the steel claw*
((Skirmish
1d20 + 8 + 1 (PBS) = 9 + 9 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 5 + 1(fire) + 1d6/2 (skirmish) = 2 + 5 + 1 (fire) + 6/2 = 10 + 1 (fire)))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Sep 08, 2005 5:18 am
Quick question, TUM: First, are there any enemies who can attack me with melee attacks from where I'm standing? Second, whatever happened to our minotaur's attempt to be a living shield?

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 08, 2005 5:33 am
((No, I do not believe so. As for Castor, ask Cyrus. He stopped posting shortly after charging in.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Sep 08, 2005 6:13 am
((Third... what happened to Ashathel's attack? I didn't see it listed as being either badass or just shy of damaging.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 08, 2005 6:42 am

QUOTE (Arcdragnbreth @ Thu Sep 08, 2005 6:13 am)
((Third... what happened to Ashathel's attack? I didn't see it listed as being either badass or just shy of damaging.))

((You hit and did 1 point of damage thanks to DR. Sorry, I forgot to mention it.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 08, 2005 7:46 pm
Damas realizes that his attacks seem to be doing nothing, and he is far to drained to use any of his powerful spells. In this instance, however, anything he could offer would be helpful. He speaks in an ancient tongue and begins to weave arcane symbols in the air with his fingers. As he stretches out his arm, a small beam of ice shoots forth towards the metal claw.
((Ray of Frost
Attack: 24 [17 + 7]
Damage: 3
I am so buying him a bow when I have the money...))
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When the last of the foul drowned eye goes down, Kethra sets her sights on the metal claw that has been causing so much trouble for Laika and the others nearby. Praying that this will work, she channels ki into her blow as she strikes.
((Attack: 25 [20 + 5]
Damage: 10
I'm not sure if they are subject to critical hits, but I only rolled 12 to confirm anyway, so it does matter. Kethra also needs a ranged weapon when she has the money...))

Posted by: Century Thu Sep 08, 2005 9:53 pm
~Elias watches no longer as he sees the ever-diminishing enemy continue to blast away at his compatriots, the dwindling number causing as much damage in return. Embarassed at his inactivity - indeed, by his inability to be effectual in such a combat - he makes a sweeping foray into the room, heading towards the War Machine confronting Dava. Thrusting himself in-between Dava and the metal beast, he stabs towards the Machine with his trusty spear~
(( Attack: 15 + 2(BAB) +1(MWk) +2(Charge) +4(Prone(?)) = 24
Damage: 7 ))

Posted by: Twitch Thu Sep 08, 2005 10:44 pm
(Power Attack 3) (Attack Roll: 19 yadda yadda- no confirm on crit) (Damage Roll: 6 + 5 + 7 STR +6 PA +1 ench = 25) "Playtime's over" Gabriel leaped into the air for the final metal claw, using the momentum from his jump and his own brute strength hoping he would put the metallic pain down for good.

Posted by: Aldur Thu Sep 08, 2005 11:46 pm
Amelios looked up from the cover, and decided to target the War Machine, as in getting of it, Dava could focus on hiding, or helping them. He takes out another arrow, and smiles, aiming carefully, and then let fly, praying he'd do some good.
((Attack: 13+4=17.
Damage: 5
))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 09, 2005 1:37 am
Dama's ice ray freezes the Torch Eye while Aurik and Kyoji lay into it, smashing and hacking the robot to pieces. ((Hit, hit, max damage for 7 damage after DR... Now that I can't Sudden Strike anymore, all of a sudden I'm hitting... -_-)) Meanwhile Kethra sets Gabriel up for a clean cleave that slices the robot in two thanks to Gabe's prodigious strength and huge sword.
((Torch Eye Destroyed. Metal Claw destroyed.))
The attacks against the War Machine appear to do little to the massive machine, but it begins to slow nonetheless. Dava casts a bolt of lightning at the robot just as it fires one last burst from its machine guns at the mage. Bullets riddle the seeress as she collapses against a wall, holding her wounds and gritting her teeth. Yeesha joins the attack, sending a blast of lightning to join Dava's. Together, the two blasts of magic cause the robot to overload and explode, collapsing.
Yeesha runs to Dava's side as she coughs up blood.
Everyone gains 2000 XP!

Posted by: Aldur Fri Sep 09, 2005 1:47 am
((Cm's wand would be handy here.)) Amelios runs over to the fallen Seeress, laying his hands on her, trying at least to stop the bleeding. ((Dropping Guidance for CMW. +1hp.)) The Kyantol then frowns, trying to do his best to make her more comfortable. ((Heal check. 15+12=27.))

Posted by: Twitch Fri Sep 09, 2005 2:43 am
((Gabe went up a level! Barb3 / Fight1 + 10 HP + 1 BAB + 2 FORT
+ 1 HANDLE ANIMAL
+ 1 KNOWLEDGE [NATURE]
FEAT: IMPROVED TOUGHNESS GAINED))
Gabe picked at some of the remains with his sword before sheathing it. Looking up and brushing some grit and blood off his face, he surveyed his surroundings.
"Is everyone alright? How is the little one?" He asked as he gestured towards Zook.

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 09, 2005 5:17 am
Cedric rushes forward to the Dava, bending at her side. After a moment he looks up, shouting urgently, "She must be healed!!! Quickly!!!"

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Sep 09, 2005 5:44 am
((Merkass levels, I'll post the details later.)) *Aurik moves hastily toward the seeress, inspecting the damage done to her body. Cedric's plea only confirms what he already knew. Wasting no time, Aurik quickly converts the rest of his energies into healing Dava's ancient body, and then follows up by patching the many remaining wounds.*
: Dava, come back to us.
((Drop 3 remaining spells for 3 cure minor wounds. 3 HP healed.
Heal Check: 1d20 + 10 = 5 + 10 = 15.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 09, 2005 8:11 am
: "Seeress Dava, you're going to be all right. We'll get you out of here..." Yeesha states as she looks to the healers. The magic of the healers stops the bleeding and seals shut some of the lesser cuts. Dava's condition seems to improve a little, as she coughs again and speaks in a voice that is reminiscent of the rustling of ancient parchment.
: "Heh... Child... Any escape from here in this state would seal my death as easily as if you'd have dealt the final blow yourself... I am bound to the mansion itself. It is my sanctuary, a pocket in time and the world where power gathers to me. Heh... You can heal these wounds, but I fear it will only buy you time. I knew the moment the metal ones breached my magical wards that this would be my final battle... Yeh! But what a battle it was... That's one robot battalion that won't trouble the land anymore..."
In the back of the room, the ceiling caves in as fire spreads to that part of the mansion. It is clear that the mansion, already burning when the group entered, has not improved its structural integrity any.
: "Dava, what are you talking about? You can leave the mansion, I've seen you do it before..." Yeesha says.
: "Most certainly not wounded within an inch of my life and most certainly not when the mansion was burning... I can exist outside of the mansion for periods of time, but it taxes me... This ancient house stores my excess years for me, grants me extra time to perform my duties... Now it all but destroyed. When the last timber turns to ash, so will my body, as a thousand years of age catches up with me at last. But come now, time is running out. Your healing has given me some extra time, so swiftly, let me impart what I must!" Dava urges as an alarming creak sounds throughout the mansion. "First of all, a request... This old house, this library that has stored knowledge from the advent of man is doomed. It will become the funeral pyre for its defeated guardians... But the undead and robots did not kill all of my children here. The defeat of their mighty War Machine will force them to pull back, so you need not fear them. Find the last of the mansion's inhabitants, please. Take my children from this place, and the treasures they saved to safety. Secondly... a reward. Though many of the artifacts stored here are no longer accessible or have been destroyed, there is one last secure cache. The bookcase over there..." Dava gestures with her staff even as another section of the ceiling caves in. Yeesha and Kyoji begin to look anxious. "Is false. Remove what you will from it and use it well."
: "Seeress, please, the room is going to collapse, the fire is spreading... We're running out of time," Yeesha pleads. "We need to know about Prince Nick. Do you know anything about Nick?" Dava smiles.
: "I am a seeress. I know exactly how much time I have left, even with the mist of Strife clouding my vision..." Dava sighs, closing her eyes as the room begins to grow hot. "Something terrible befell the prince, as it befell the kingdom of Guardiana. The reach of evil paused when it felt pain, then tripled in anger. I see him now surrounded by shadow in a castle long thought ruined..." Dava's face twitches. "A twinge of force turns my gaze towards Iom... But another turns it towards the sea... The link that does not bind but sets free what should be locked empowers the ruin of the world, but hope is gathered to a hero long thought dead. The drowned ones of the Castle will seek to kill the one that was to have drowned, but didn't. Seek the Prince first, for it is on your shoulders to prevent evil from claiming him..." Dava's eye open and turns towards Kyoji. The room grows warmer yet as wood blackens on the ceiling. "Warrior of shadow, the one you seek is dead, but he died as he lived, ,striking at what would slay his people. His soul is resting now, at ease after a life of hardship. Feel no sorrow and keep his memory with you."
: "I..." Kyoji starts to say, unable to find words. "... thank you."
Dava's eyes close as she wraps her robes around herself.
: "Unless you have more questions, quick ones at that, you'd best be going. I intend to stay here and spend the last moments of peace I have reflecting."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Sep 09, 2005 1:40 pm
"I'll see if I can find the survivors," Ashathel said calmly, sheathing his blade before setting off on his search. ((Search checks: 1d20 + 2 = 19, 11, 11, 19, and 17; don't think I'll need all five, but that what I have now.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Sep 09, 2005 3:43 pm
Brand picks up his sword and sheaths it, retrieving his shield from the minotaur at the same time. For a moment, he looks at the seer, his face inscruitable. "Would you have us bring anything to you?" he asks calmly.

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 09, 2005 4:16 pm
((Cedric went up a level! Paladin fifth lvl + 11 HP + 1 BAB + 1 Fort
+ 4 Ranks Intimidate
+ 1 Rank Concentration
Gains Special Mount.
Smite evil twice a day.))
Cedric slowly stands, a grim look on his face as he turns and aids Ashathel in his search.
((Aid another, +2 to all his search checks?))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Sep 09, 2005 7:42 pm
: If something needs found, then I shall find it. *A dying woman's last wish would not go unfulfilled. Taking to his feet swiftly, after having knelt down beside her watching and waiting for any sign his aid would be needed, Merkass moves quickly throughout the mansion, searching frantically for anything that may be left amidst the smoldering wreckage of the mansion. His actions were almost desperate, but he was sure something would turn up.*
((Search: 1d20 + 9 = 11 + 9 = 20.
Track: 1d20 + 11 = 10 + 11 = 21, which may hopefully lead me in the right direction to some of the items in the house. I'll take anyone with me that wants to go))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Sep 09, 2005 8:12 pm
((Curse my 50 EXP awayness from level-up! lol)) *Faralon listens intently to Dava's words. As the word 'reward' comes up, Faralon's ears twitch. After hearing of the location, Faralon nods silently, wasting no time in seeing what Dava was talking about. He looks about through the 'fake' bookcase and takes all he can find. After all, the mansion wasn't exactly going to hold much longer...*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 09, 2005 8:30 pm
Faralon manages to pull a book that causes the entire bookcase to swing away, revealing a small vault. The vault contains a small pile of coins and gems, which have nestled in them a number of items. A fist sized blue diamond sphere that crackles with electricity is at the center of the pile, two unmarked bottles beside it. Also in the vault is a horrific looking mask that looks like a demon's face, roaring, a small staff festooned with animal skulls, feathers, and stone statuettes, a platinum circlet inset with an emerald, a pair of red-tinged leather gauntlets, and finally, a short, angular blade covered in runes. A small, ivory scrollcase is also in the pile.
((1,000 platinum coins. 1 small diamond, ruby, and emerald, as well as two small amethysts.))
Asathel and Cedric search through the first floors of the building to find most in flames. The upper levels cannot be reached, the stairs up having been sealed by debris as the fire spreads. Just when they begin to think that there might not be any survivors, they stumble, literally, across a secret lever. The lever causes a section of wall to move away, revealing a secret staircase leading down.
Merkass manages to find a few items in the rubble, but no survivors.
((Roll a d20 four times and post the seperate results. Add no modifiers.))
: "Child of the skies, you've brought me peace in my final moments, I could ask for little more," Dava replies, sitting on the ground and folding her arms and legs in meditation.

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 09, 2005 9:16 pm
Cedric starts down the secret stairs, raising his voice above the noise of the collapsing mansion, "Can anyone hear me?!" A rustling, then a hollow voice calling. "Who are you?" Cedric pauses for a moment, speaking in a noble voice, "Cedric, knight of Mitula. I have come with Lady Yeesha of Cypress."
More rustling, murmuring voices. A trio of sparking blue lights emerge from the stairs, slowly approaching, then weaving around Cedric. They emit a sound like tinkling glass.
[Spot 4 + 1 = 5]
Cedric looks at the blue lights for a moment, surprised at their beauty. Then he shakes his head and speaks urgently, "The mansion is aflame and the life of Lady Dava is fading, we must leave here hastily."
[Diplomacy 6 + 11 = 17]
The blue lights twinkle and float back down the stairs. Moments later, the same voice calls out. "Descend, swiftly!"
Cedric moves quickly down the stairs, speaking as he does so, "Do you require aid? We are greatly weakened but some of my allies may be able to mend thy wounds. I need but call them..."
"Not neccessarily, paladin, though we may aid each other yet," the same hollow voice says. As Cedric finishes descending the stairs, he finds himself a large, dark room, lit only by the three blue balls of light, and the gentle radiance emanatin from two tiny winged humanoids that fly around. A large number of children, animals, and humanoids of various kinds are huddled in the room's center. Facing Cedric and speaking is a skeleton garbed in golden armor beset with images of fire and wings. Flanking the skeletal warrior are two hulking suits of armor, each bearing a shield and huge warmace. The suits have nothing in them, but a golden radiance emanates from within the helmets of each.
[Detect Evil]
Cedric comes to an abrupt stop at the sight of the skeleton, for a moment distrust flashes across his face. Then, visibly fighting his reaction to the sight of the undead, puts his weapon away with a nod, "Then let us make haste before the entrance to this room is buried beneath the crumbling mansion."
The blue lights tinkle again.
"The spirits inform me that the undead have surrounded and trapped the entrance," the skeleton notes. "There is a secret tunnel from here that we can use to escape. If you can gather anyone else that lives in this mansion, we can leave as soon as possible."
Cedric pauses for a moment at this most unwelcome news, then nods, "Prepare the way, I will seek the others." Turning, he swiftly makes his way up the secret stairs and to the remains of the warmachine. He speaks urgently, "Lady Yeesha, our enemy has surrounded this mansion in hopes of ambushing us..." The Paladin then pauses, his eyes seeking out Dava, "There is a secret passage that will allow us to escape them...but we must make haste. Survivors of this place are awaiting us there."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 09, 2005 9:45 pm
As Cedric speaks, more of the library collapses, the fire is almost painful to be near, now. Music: http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Rusty/06%20-%20Sad%20ThemeCD.mp3 : "I think you had best be on your way now. Give my regards to Prince Nick, when you do find him. His coronation test, ceremony, and celebration was perhaps the most fun I've had in centuries."
: "Dava... Of... of course. I thank you..." Yeesha says with a bow as she turns to Cedric. "Lead us there. Hurry! The mansion is collapsing."
Cedric bows respectfully, sorrow filling his eyes, "Your sacrifice and kindness will not be forgotten..." Turning, he starts towards the secret entrance, his face somber, "This way. The mansion does indeed crumble and with it the life of the great seer."
As the group leaves the immense library, the doorway caves in, obscuring the room with a wall of fire. Past the flame, those who look can barely see the shadow of an ancient woman rises and hold up a hand, saying farewell.
Cedric says nothing, his throat tightening as he guides the others down the secret staircase.
The group reaches the cellar swiftly, the mansion collapsing all around them. Descending the stairs, they meet the skeletal warrior and his charges.
"Well met, Lady Yeesha. I recall the last time you were here, though I wish the circumstances were better," the skeleton says. "I am Sir Drayis Graemor, former paladin of Volcanon, and Tomb Warden of the mansion."
: "Well met. Cedric said you knew of a secret passage out?" Yeesha asks.
"Indeed. The servant of Mitula spoke truly..." Drayis says as he moves to the back of the cellar and presses a brick. Part of the wall slides away, revealing a dirt tunnel braced with wooden beams. "Please, take our charges to the nearest safe haven."
: "Of course," Yeesha states, moving forward, towards the tunnel.
"These brave ones will take you to safety, follow them and obey their instructions as you would Dava's or my own," Draysis instructs. The balls of light move forward, past Yeesha in order to light the way as the winged humanoids (Kno: Arcana DC:12= They're fairies.)) begin to fly around the magic users of the group. The animals, and most of the others move forward as well, but a single human child remains looking at Drayis, expectantly.
"You're coming with us, right?" the youth blurts out. The skeletal warrior makes an odd sound that might be a chuckle.
"The dead have little place among the living, little one. I am bound to this place as Dava was. I am what remains of my brethren will remain here in case they find the way and attempt to follow you," Draysis says. The child looks shocked.
"Sir Graenor..." the child says. "You can't stay..."
"I have to. Death holds no secrets for me. I will merely return to the embrace of the Light after having performed it one last service," the skeleton says. "Go now. We will meet again, in time. Farewell."
"Fare... fare well.." The child murmurs as he bites his lip and runs after Yeesha, tears forming in his eyes.

Posted by: Kyosokun Fri Sep 09, 2005 10:46 pm
After returning to the group after searching for other survivors, Ryhir marvels at the new creatures. Truely a sight worth seeing. The world is full of wonders... He trails at the back of the group. Watching the child run, holding back tears bring a sad smil to his face. "You must have been a good man, Sir knight, to move the child in such a way." he says to Sir Graenor. Ryhir gives him an odd bow, and moves off behind the group. Catching up, he also spares a few soft words for the child. "He's right you know, it's not goodbye. Be sad, it is your right, but I think he would not want you to be. Live a full life, so when you nxt meet with him, you'll have many tales to tell him. I'm sure he'll be waiting to hear them all." He tussels the child's hair before returning his attention to the surrounds about him.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 09, 2005 10:59 pm
Sir Graenor gives a salute to everyone in the group, then the secret passageway swings shut. "Sir Graenor always told such great stories..." the child sniffs. "I guess it would be nice for me to be able to tell him stories too..." -------- The trip is silent save for the occasional sniffle from one of the children and the odd tinkling sound coming from the balls of light.
An hour passes as the ragtag group moves through the passageway before at last coming to a dead end.
"'Ere. It's right 'ere. Gimme a second..." a dwarf grumbles as he pushes his way to the front, then looks around the passage. "Aha!" he shouts as he stomps on a rock. The rock recedes down into the dirt and a great rumbling shakes the tunnel as dirt crumbles away to reveal moonlight, the tunnel coming out of a hill.
Outside, far in the distance, the mansion can be seen, burning still.
: "We must hurry to safety. There should be an outpost nearby. Follow me," Kyoji says as he moves forward.

Posted by: Kyosokun Fri Sep 09, 2005 11:13 pm
Ryhir stays at the rear, making sure everyone gets out and acts as rear guard in case something unexpected comes from behind. He watches the mansion burn in the distance, and says a small prayer for those left there, before following the group.

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Sep 10, 2005 3:41 am
((4d20 = 8 11 20 10))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Sep 10, 2005 3:47 am
Brand follows the group until they reach the surface, then, feeling that the rest of the team is beyond danger, he aligns himself with his race's inherent sense of direction, and flies toward where the two carts with their supplies had been stored.
Winging silently over the darkened landscape, the birdman's eyes spotted his objective soon afterwards. It was all he could do, though, not to cry aloud at what he saw.
Both carts had been shattered, their contents scattered and broken. But what broke his heart was seeing his horse's final moments. Hardfoot whinnied, struggling vainly against the bridle that bound him, as an undead creature quietly and efficiently executed him. Moments later, a nearby Cyborg lit the area up, and Hardfoot's body rose from the ground, a newly undead servant of his former master's foes.
Fortunately for Brand, none of the nearby undead glanced in his directions, and moments later, they had cleared the area. Alighting softly, Brand searched through the rubble, but all he could recover were a few trinkets and what gold he had stored. His supplies and spare gear, as well as the team's, were ruined, but Brand counted the loss of his friend far more than mere gold.
Winging back into the sky, the birdman flew back to the team, tears in his eyes and a burning resolve deep in his chest.
Brand has leveled up!
Brand has been promoted from BSCT (scout) to BSLD (Bedoan Soldier)!
Brand has multiclassed to raptoran fighter!
Brand can now fly with medium encumbrance.
Brand gains medium armor proficiency.
Brand gains Tower Shield Proficiency.
Brand gains the feat, "Quick Draw"
Brand gains +1 To hit
Brand gains +2 fortitude.
Brand gains Intimidate (+3)
Brand gains 1 (?!?!) Hp. Oh, +2 for con. Whee.
Brand is pretty torked over what happened to his horse.
--edit--
TUM graciously allows Brand to take advantage of the 1time HP reroll rule
Brand gains 10! Hp + 2 for constitution.
Brand suddenly feels much better.

Posted by: Cyrus Sat Sep 10, 2005 4:26 am
Castor also kept to the back, his axe unsheathed in case the machines were able to track them through the secret passage. As he came into the dancing starlight, the minotaur looked back towards the ruins of the once great mansion. He heaved a sigh as he thought back to the battle not long ago...he had failed in his job, but if he had done so, he would most likely have died, and the seeress would have pass on despite their best efforts. Nevertheless, his reputation must be worthless by now. He really needed to stop freezing up like he kept doing...Why was he freezing? In his tribe, if someone was unable to defend themselves, they'd be killed on his first test of strength. Perhaps...no. That was behind him now, he couldn't go back to that life. Shaking his head solemnly, he returned to the group, pondering...
[Gimme a sec...it's coming...]

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Sep 10, 2005 4:31 am
*Merkass emerges from the smoldering wreckage of the mansion to meet with the others after making his finds. He hadn't found much, but he felt that it should be more than enough to help them immensely. With him, he brings a blood-red hooded cloak with a finely wrought clasp, a dark tome sealed with an elegant wax seal, and two potions he couldn't begin to identify.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Sep 10, 2005 4:59 am
Kyoji leads the group through the forest, until a voice calls out commandingly in the foreign tongue of this land. Kyoji signals for all to halt as he begins to converse with the voice. Six ninja clad in uniforms similar to Kyoji's own appear, surrounding the group as Kyoji continues to talk with them. After a while, two of the ninja stop and begin to talk amongst themselves.
: "What do they want?" Yeesha asks Kyoji.
: "They're the outwatch for the outpost I'm taking everyone too. They're concerned about the undead following us here. I'm trying to convince them that we need to be admitted, and that we have no followers," Kyoji explains as the two appear to come to a decision. One calls out orders and the ninjas all vanish back into the forest save for the one, who turns and begins to lead Kyoji and the others deeper into the wilds. After a scant few moments, the group reaches the side of a small mountain. The ninja moves to the side and does something you cannot see, triggering part of the mountain wall to invert, forming a man-sized door. The ninja walks inside and gestures for you to follow.
Inside is a vast cavern, lit by a system of mirrors that redirect sunlight from numerous small shafts that lead outside. A large number of buildings are constructed in the cavern, enough for a small village. Kyoji directs you to a building set aside for you use. It has a kitchen as well as beds, but the accomodations are spartan and not built for privacy.
: "I must speak with the chief of this outpost, but the outpost's quartermaster and healer both speak your tongue and have agreed to treat you as one of the clan for your stay," Kyoji says with a bow as he excuses himself and leaves.
Outpost Options:
Buy/Sell Equipment <
Clerical Spells
Identify Items
((All services at base cost.))
Outpost Theme: http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Rusty/05%20-%20CastleSF2.mp3

Posted by: Rusty Sat Sep 10, 2005 5:40 am
((Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 8 = 17.)) *Faralon motions to Merkass to follow him as he approaches Yeesha.* : M'lady...I retrieved the 'rewards' that Dava was referring to. I also believe that Merkass found some items? *He eyes the items that Merkass has been clutching.* Along with the items was a vast amount of platinum. May I ask your permission to use the platinum to get the items identified?
*It's probably best to ask her. It would look bad if I just went off and spent the platinum...If I intend to keep any of the money, I'll have to be on my absolute best behavior.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Sep 10, 2005 5:42 am
: "Certainly, but leave one unidentified. I have one such spell left to me and I can cast it for you," Yeesha says. A pair of kuinochi lead the children to another building as the various other creatures mill around the outpost.

Posted by: Rusty Sat Sep 10, 2005 5:49 am
: Very well. *Faralon hands the blade that he found to Yeesha.* : You can analyze this while I get the rest of the equipment analyzed. We'll see who it is best suited for. *Faralon nods to Merkass. I hope I get his name right. It would look bad if I don't.*
: Merkass, right? Let's go. We should both go at once. I don't doubt there will be a wait, given the number of items we're going to identify, and I wouldn't mind your company.
*It could get dull if there were no one to speak to. I'm sure he's just as anxious as I am to see what all of these items do, as well. Faralon leaves to get the items identified.*
((ID cost = 50 platinum.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Sep 10, 2005 7:33 am
The group gathers as the magical items are identified, some eager for the spoils from the great mansion while others are more solemn, bent on retribution. There is a brief argument between Asathel and Van over a bottle of fine wine. The argument ends in the two agreeing to share the wine, however Asathel gulps down the entire bottle at his first sip leaving none for Van. Afterwards, Asathel seems more built. ((+2 STR))
A potent Mask of Death is given to Gabriel, granting him the power to draw life from his enemy and infuse it into himself with every blow. An evil aura surrounds it. ((This mask takes up the helmet and eye slots of its bearer, meaning no helms or magical lenses while wearing this. When wearing the mask, when the bearer hits an enemy in combat, he gains back HP equal to the base amount of damage done. The wearer of the mask gains one negative level if non evil.))
A hood of cunning is allocated to the Cleric Amelios. As he dons it, he finds that his sense sharply increase. ((+4 WIS +4 INT In addition, once per day, the wearer can gain +10 to a single Int or Wis based skill check.))
Lady Yeesha passes the blade to Kyoji after learning that it contains the power of holy and cold magic.
An orb crackling with lightning is given to Brand. As he takes it, he can feel strange power infusing his body. ((The bearer of this orb gains a +10 competence bonus to damage. All damage is considered shock damage. In addition, the orb can unleash a 15th caster level lightning bolt once every two minutes. It also can cast dispel magic three times per day.))
Laika is given a powerful pair of gloves made of red dragonhide. ((These gauntlets, grant their wearer a +5 armor bonus to AC and fire resistance 5. In addition, on command the gloves can burst into flame, dealing an additional 1d6 fire damage.))
Healing wards are passed to Aurik. ((This oddly festooned staff heals the wounds of all those within 40' when jammed into the ground and activated. When a creature carrying the Ward speaks the command word after jamming it into the ground, all allies in a 40' radius are healed of 1d8+10 damage. This consumes one charge. The Wards have 50 charges.))
Cedric is given the circlet of nobility.
The tome is identified as the Grimoire of Souls. It is given to Castor and vanishes after he reads it, leaving him looking healthier than before. ((+10 HP))
After the loss of the wine, Van is given two healing drops. Faralon receives one healing drop.

Posted by: Rusty Sat Sep 10, 2005 8:06 am
((In the interest of fairness, we have separated the people who just got magic stuffage from the people who did not in handing out the gold. Group A represents the people who did not get any of the magic. Group B represents those that did. Group A: Faralon, Merkass, Damas, Kethra, Isyndel, Zook, Rhizor, Elias, Ryhir, Van = 750 gold each
Group B: Gabriel, Amelios, Cedric, Brand, Laika, Aurik, Castor, Ashathel = 500 gold each))
*After all of the items and gold had been sorted out, Faralon headed to the small tavern of the 'village'. Ah...I...Yes, now would be a good time for that. Everyone's distracted and tired anyway. I won't necessarily get many more opportunities to spend time with that monk, so I better make the most of it. Faralon thinks to himself, his hands in his pockets.*
: Ah, hello. I'll have your finest red wine, please!
"I don't have much wine, but there is a small store of sake, to keep morale up. I'll have to charge you fifty gold, since there's only so much," the quartermaster says.
: Fifty gold? Though normally would it still be expensive? I want only the finest of liquors."
"It's the best we have here," the quartermaster replies as he sets a small jug down on the table.
: *Faralon nods.* "All right. I'll take a bottle, then." *Faralon hands the quartermaster fifty gold.*
The quartermaster counts the gold, bites one of the coins, then pushes the jug forward.
: *Faralon smirks, taking the bottle.* "Thank you."
*Faralon exits the tavern.*

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Sep 10, 2005 8:32 am
"... I'm telling you, I ought to have it. You don't look like the type to drink," Ashathel said, gripping the bottle of wine. Van sighed and rubbed his head lightly before responding. "I don't drink alot, but I do drink on special occasions and after the last few weeks with you people I think the very fact I'm still alive marks a very special occasion."
"I guess you've got a point there," the swashbucker said, sighing as he thought of all the times Van had stood on death's doorstep. "I'll tell you what... how about whe just split it?"
"That should work. I actually want only a little, just enough to relax. Which one of us gets first sip?"
"Might as well be me; I have it in my hand already," the elf said, popping the cork before nodding to the other man and placing the bottle to his mouth. The sweet, delicious flavor far surpassed any he had tasted before, and even as he fought with the idea of sharing the wine, the liquid continued to slide down his throat.
Van had no problems with Ashathel going first, he only asked to see if the Elf would offer the wine to Van first or not. When Ashathel kept drinking the wine without any signs of stopping, Van started to wonder what was going on. "Hey... aren't you going to let me have some of that?"
But the words only served to increase the fervor with which he consumed the drink. Each gulp dragged the wine down into his belly, making room for more of the flavorful substance until, with a pang, he downed the last of the wine and swallowed it. At that moment he felt a new vigor infuse him, as if he'd been reborn after a century and a half of life.
A twitch in Van's neck muscles was the only visible sign at the slight anger he was feeling. Knowing that being angry at a comrade in battle did him no good, he attempted to calm down before speaking. "Care to explain yourself Elf?"
"I... I..." Ashathel stammered, surprised at himself for not having more willpower. Knowing that lying would do no good, he sighed and said "I don't know. I started drinking and then... I just couldn't stop. I don't know what was in the wine; I've had my fair share of drinks, but I've had more self control than that. I'm really, really sorry."
Van opens his mouth, then slams it shut. He wasn't able to tell if the Elf was truthful, or a very good lier. Sighing, Van decides to give the Elf the benefit of the doubht. "I understand, but I get first sip of the next wine bottle, ok?"
"You get the whole thing," the swashbucker said, nodding. "I'll tell you what... when this is all over, I'll see if I can't do you a favor."
Raising an eyebrow, Van thinks for a moment then nods in agreement. "I can live with that. However, I think that for right now I'm going to get some sleep." Finished taking to the Elf, Van walks away with the intent on finding somewhere to sleep.
Ashathel nodded, shaking his head as he thought, What the hell was in that wine?
That wasn't very nice, was it? Telithe commented, crawling over to the swashbuckler's other shoulder. I wasn't aware you were so inconsiderate.
I... forget it, it's not worth explaining, the elven swashbuckler replied, sighing again. Come on; we're going to go check on those children. Unless that's too inconsiderate for you.
Funny, funny...

CODE
Name: Ashathel Faesaen Race: Elf Class: Level 3 Wizard / Level 2 Swashbuckler Alignment: Chaotic Good Size: Medium
Age: 148
Gender: Male
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin: Pink
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HP: 46
AC: 15
INIT: 1d20 + 4
FORT: +5
REF: +6
WILL: +3
Base Attack Bonus: + 3
HD: d4 [WIZD], d10 [SWSH]
Base Movement: 30 ft
=== Abilities ===
STR: 15 (+2)
DEX: 18 (+4)
CON: 16 (+3)
INT: 18 (+4)
WIS: 11 (+0)
CHA: 11 (+0)
=== Skills ===
(W) Concentration (Con): +7
(W) Decipher Script (Int): +1
(W) Knowledge: Arcana (Int): +1
(W) Knowledge: Architecture (Int): +1
(W) Knowledge: Dungeoneering (Int): +1
(W) Knowledge: Geography (Int): +1
(W) Knowledge: History (Int): +1
(W) Knowledge: Local (Int): +1
(W) Knowledge: Nature (Int): +1
(W) Knowledge: Nobility (Int): +1
(W) Knowledge: Religion (Int): +1
(W) Knowledge: The Planes (Int): +1
(W) Spellcraft (int): +4
($) Craft (Int): +0
($) Profession (Wis): +0
(S) Balance (Dex): +7
(S) Bluff (Cha): +2
(S) Climb (Str):
(S) Diplomacy (Cha): +2
(S) Escape Artist (Dex): +2
(S) Jump (Str): +4
(S) Sense Motive: +1
(S) Swim (Str):
(S) Tumble (Dex): +7
(S) Use Rope (Dex):
(R) Listen : +2
(R) Search : +2
(R) Spot : +2
(O) Perform: Dance (Cha): +2
(O) Perform: Sing (Cha): +2
=== Feats ===
(O) Power Attack
(O) Simple Weapon Proficiency
(O) Martial Weapon Proficiency
(O) Light Armor Proficiency
(O) Weapon Focus: Rapier
(O) Weapon Finesse
=== Languages ===
(O) Elven
(O) Common
(O) Draconic
=== Spells ===
<} Slots {>
(O) Lvl. 0: 4
(O) Lvl. 1: 2
(O) Lvl. 2: 2
<} Spells {>
[] Level 0
(O) All
[]Level 1
(O) Protection from Evil
(O) Shield
(O) Magic Missile
(O) True Strike
(O) Expeditious Retreat
(O) Mage Armor
(O) Shocking Grasp
(O) Enlarge Person
(O) Color Spray
(O) Sleep
[]Level 2
(O) Acid Arrow
(O) Scorching Ray
(O) Cat's Grace
=== Weapons ===
(O) Mwk Elven Thinblade +1 {1d8 dmg, 18-20/x2 crit, 6lbs}
(O) Mwk Rapier +1 {1d6 dmg, 18-20/x2 crit, 2lbs}
(O) M. Mwk Comp. S-bow +3 {1d6+3 dmg. X3 crit, 2lbs}
=== Armor ===
(O) Mwk Chain Shirt {AC + 3, MAXDEX + 4, CHKPEN - 1}
=== Shield ===
NONE
=== Inventory ===
(O) Arrows [17]
(O) Serpentstongue Arrows [20]
(O) Spell Component Pouch
(O) Ink and Quill
(O) Spellbook
(O) 620 GP
(O) 2 Cure Light Wounds potions
(O) 2 Cure Moderate Wounds potions
(O) 1 Magical Scroll of Bolt
=== Natural ===
(O) Darkvision (60ft)
(O) Automatic Search check on all secret/concealed doors
(O) Immune to magic sleep effects
(O) +2 save against enchantments & charms

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Sep 10, 2005 8:43 am
As Van layed in a bed, his thoughts once again drifted to his home village. He never thought that his search for the needed gold would take him so far away from home. Still, he had accumulated more gold in a shorter amount of time than he thought possible, so in his mind it was worth it. Of course, he hoped he would have the chance to send some of this gold to the village soon, before too many more people vanished.
EDIT:
Van has leveled up...
Name: Van Akei
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Alignment: Neutral Good
Size: Medium
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 162
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dirty blonde
Skin: Light tan
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HP: 42
AC: 17
INIT: 2
FORT: 6
REF: 3
WILL: 2
Base Attack Bonus: +5
HD: d10
Base Movement: 30
== Abilities ==
STR: 17 (+3)
DEX: 14 (+2)
CON: 14 (+2)
INT: 13 (+1)
WIS: 12 (+1)
CHA: 11 (+0)
== Skills ==
Jump (7)
Craft (7)
Intimidate (7)
== Feats ==
Dodge
Power Attack
Cleave
Mobility
Spring Attack
Combat Expertise
== Languages ==
(O) Common
(0) Giant
== Spells ==
== Weapons ==
Masterwork Guisarme
== Armor ==
+1 Chain Mail
== Shield ==
== Natural ==
== Inventory ==
Lamp
Tent
Waterskin
3 chunks of cheese
3 chunks of meat
Backpack
2 potions of CSW
1929 GP
6 SP

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Sep 10, 2005 8:45 am
((A swift note on the Orb of Lightning. It converts ALL damage from the wielder into shock damage. Just in case it wasn't clear. Also, the base damage for the Mask of Death is the weapon damage, strength, plus any magical pluses. However, it does not include add-ons such as holy, or shock enchantments. EX: Holy Greatsword would not add teh 2d6 damage from Holy to the heal effect. For logical reasons, the mask doesn not work on constructs.
IMPORTANT! THE ORB CAN FIRE ONCE EVERY TEN MINUTES! NOT TWO!))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Sep 10, 2005 8:57 am
Since Brand had returned from his lone flight, the birdman had been grimmer and less talkative. Receiving the crystal orb with good grace, the soldier drew his sword, gave it a spin and thrust it against the rock wall. The weapon buried itself a full foot into the stone, the blade cackling with energy as it did. With a nod to himself, the birdman smiled coldly. Electricity... This would certainly strike well against the Drowned Eye and their mechanical allies.
Walking down into the bowels of the fortress, the birdman sought out the enchanter. "Sir, do you enchant weapons? I seek a charm of spell storing, if you can craft it. I will pay the standard fee."
((Brand is asking for a charm of spell storing on the unenchanted head. Price should be 1000 gp.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Sep 10, 2005 9:07 am
The enchanter stares at Brand for a moment, then mutters words in the language of magic. Afterward, he speaks in Common. "I am sorry, but I do not speak your language normally. This spell will allow us to converse for a little while. What was it that you wanted?"
Assuming Brand repeats his inquiry, the enchanters affirms the price and takes the sword from Brand, telling him it will be ready in a day or two.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Sep 10, 2005 9:12 am
Brand nods, handing over the gold at the same time. "My thanks, friend." edit (Hey, I'm not going to complain. Every 10 min is pretty nice... especially when I add in spell storing!)

Posted by: Cyrus Sat Sep 10, 2005 9:39 am
Castor looked at the item he had acquired with little interest. Unless it was a weapon, he couldn't care less about whether an item was magic or not. Still, he wasn't about to refuse a gift, even if he thought it was useless. Grimorie of Souls, he remembered it being called. Well, better get started. Sitting on one of the greatly undersized cots, he cracked open the book, the scent of fresh paper whaffing up his nostrils. His eyes glanced over the first page...and the next...and the next. He found himself absorbed in what it had to say, found the words burning into his mind as the pages flew in his hands. Finally, he turned to the last page, a blank to prevent the ink from seeping through the cover, and looked around to see it was a good deal later than it had been when he started. Finished, he closed the book, and the tome blinked out of existence. The first thing he realized was that he felt...invigorated. He felt energized and healthly, much more so than when he came here. Thinking he might as well be productive with this newfound energy, he rose and headed off to see the quartermaster.
After a few moments of searching, the minotaur came to the quartermaster's...er, quarters. Not used to such cramped places, he barely avoid smacking his head on the doorway, and possibly dragging some of it with him. "I'd like to see what you have," he says to the ninja, "in the way of bows."
"Composite Short and Long bows," the quartermaster answers as he looks at the beastman. "We also have bows fit for those with prodigious strength."
Castor makes up his mind on the spot, asking for "Your strongest Composite Long bow."
"That will be six hundred gold," the quartermaster says as he selects a VERY large bow and sets it on the counter.
The mercenary takes the bow, testing its fibers against his strength. He eases the string back, as if he went too quickly, it'd snapped, and then he'd really have to pay for it. The bow stopped a nocth or two before his maximum, and he set it back on the counter, along with his wallet. "Throw in 50 gold worth of arrows, and you have yourself a deal."
Wordlessly, the quartermaster selects a few quivers of arrows and places them on the counter, extending his palm.
As wordless as the quartermaster, Castor scoops up the arrows and bow, leaving his wallet for the quartermaster to count. On his way out, he turns back to the shopkeep, and asks "Do have any place where I could practice?"
"Archery range is by the barracks. You can't miss it."
"Thanks." With that, he gives a casual salute, and heads out in the direction of the barracks.
[Bought: (1) +5 Mighty Composite Long Bow. Current Monetary Status: Broke.]

Posted by: Aldur Sat Sep 10, 2005 5:42 pm
Amelios, accepted his gift with grace, and then wandered about the Barracks, wondering what they had by way of religion here, he was curious, but saw Castor with the longbow, and though he should maybe get a bow that could shoot further. He eventually found the Quartermaster's room, and entered, nodding at Man. He showed the Man his bow. "I need something that shoots further...and maybe a few more arrows. May I see what you have?"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Sep 10, 2005 6:46 pm
Kethra stays to herself during the trip and when they get to the 'hideaway' of sorts. Once the items and money has been sorted out, the young monk heads strait for the store. After about half an hour, she is done with her business and heads back towards where she had left most of the others.
-----
Damas has been totally silent since they left the mansion, the young elf obviously deep in thought. After the money at items have been sorted out, the young mage leans his back against a nearby building and places his hands in his pockets. "It has been quite a day," he says in a depressed tone. Though it seems he is talking to himself at first, but a few moments later, a cute and fluffy rat with beady black eyes crawls out from the hood of his cloak. "Right Li?"
The rat looks up at him for a moment and nods its furry little head. "Yes it has master."
"Please do not call me 'master'," he groans, resting his hand on his forehead. "We're supposed to be friends, right? Call me Damas."
"I'm sorry master," the rat says.
Damas sighs heavily and shakes his head from side to side. "You just don't get it... Oh well..." Not long after this, he hears footsteps approaching and his ears twitch. As he turns his head, he a slight smile crosses his lips when he sees that it is Kethra coming towards him. "Hi Kethra."
Kethra's gaze seems distant at first, but she quickly shakes it off when she realizes that she is being addressed. "Hi Damas. How are you faring?"
"As well as can be expected. Casting arcane magic is tiring, but unlike wounds, the feeling of weakness and fatigue goes away when we rest. How about you? That burn looks pretty bad..."
Kethra covers the burn with her hand and forces a smile. "This is nothing, I assure you."
Damas' eyes narrow slightly when she says this, but his tone is still gentle. "Still...you should see a healer. We don't need you falling ill from an infection."
"I suppose you're right..." Kethra's attention averts from him to the rat on his shoulder for a moment and her eyes light up. "How cute. Is he your familiar?"
"Li is a 'she'," Damas sighs.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Well, Li is very cute."
"She isn't just cute, you know. Li is one of the very few friends that I have."
"Well, I shall leave you to your business," Kethra says softly. "Farewell for now." The young monk turns her back to him and heads off to receive treatment for her wounds.
Damas sighs heavily yet again and shakes his head. "Stubborn woman."
"You said it," Li pipes in. "She is rather cute though. Have you ever considered asking her out?"
Damas face turns bright red, but his eyes narrow at his companion. "It isn't like that. You know that Valkana was..."
"I know, I know, your only love. You seriously need to get over her. After all, she did stab you in the-" Before Li can finish, Damas grabs her by the scruff of her neck and puts her into his belt pouch.
"Be quiet."
After his rat companion has finally fallen silent, Damas browses through the weapons shop and items shop. After he is through with his purchase, he heads back towards the home that had been set aside for them to sleep in. Sadly for him, he winds up crossing paths with Faralon. Rather than freaking out, however, he remains calm and tries his best to be polite.
"Hello Faralon..." The young elf pauses for a moment to appraise the slightly older elf before continuing. "You seem to be doing well. Those of us that are are blessed, I suppose..." He sighs after this, but tries to play it like nothing is wrong. "Are you...looking for someone by any chance?"
((That last line comes from a natural 20 on Sense Motive, 22 after adding Wisdom mod. I will post what both of them bought/sold when I get home and have access to a book. Posting will be a bit slow till we get Comcast on Wednesday, cause the DSL piffed, and we're stuck with dial up 'till then))

Posted by: Rusty Sat Sep 10, 2005 7:49 pm
*Not him...* ((Bluff check...1d20 + 9 = 23)) : "Yes, no enemies had attacked me that battle. I was fortunate. I'm just delivering a gift." *Faralon smiles.* : "Well, unless you have something important to talk to me about, I'll be on my way, if you don't mind."

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Sep 10, 2005 8:15 pm
When Van finally fell asleep he naturally began to dream. The dreams started with seemingly random pictures and memories, but then he started to dream of a beautiful, brown haired woman. He dreamed of the two of them playing as kids, and eventually living together as a married couple. He dreamed of many happy years living with this woman who had provided him with untold happiness. He dreamed that when he went to hug her, she just vanished. He dreamed that while in a fit of panic he raced outside of their house to find that everyone in the villaged had dissapeared as well.
With a gasp, Van bolted upright in the bed. Breathing hard and with sweat covering his body, a single word floated in his mind. Aaralyn...

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Sep 10, 2005 8:26 pm
Cedric sat staring intently at the floor, his face solemn and grave. The air of importance that surrounds him is troubled and stern, brooding over the events of the past days. At long last, he takes a deep breath and stands, searching out the leader of their expedition.
Bowing before her, he speaks in a firm voice, "Lady Yeesha, we cannot long remain here. The enemy that seeks us will find this place, although well hidden, and slaughter all who dwell here. The sacrifice of Lady Dava must not be in vain, we must seek out the prince as she charged us. We should not remain here more than a night, in all honesty I would feel more at ease if we left at once."
[Diplomacy 3 + 10 = 13]

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sat Sep 10, 2005 9:17 pm
Isyndel found her bed quietly. She kept to herself after everything unfolded; exhausted by the sudden strain of her magical capability and her lack of usefulness once she felt it drained. It wasn't simply her magic; it was the death, the destruction.
All of it. The Wizardess finally buckled under the pressure and curled up at the back of the bed resting her bottom on the pillow. Leaning against the headboard she brought her knees to her chest and clung to them tightly with her arms. She sighed a heavy sigh, one weighted with so many words she could not seem to speak, and buried her head into her arms.
She'd study, but later. For now her spellbook lay casually on the floor besides the bed where it had fallen when she threw herself on it, and there it would remain until she felt damned ready to look at it again.
((Spell list change coming up)).

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Sep 10, 2005 10:21 pm
"Well, that's nice... I'm sure whoever it is will like your gift." Damas grins and leans on his new staff slightly. "Actually, I am in need of rest, so I'll be on my-" Before Damas can finish his sentence, his familiar finally finds her way out of the pouch and climbs up onto his shoulder. "How dare you put me in there?!"
Damas' eye twitches and he looks at the rat, annoyed. "If you wouldn't keep reminding me of things I'd rather forget Li, then maybe I wouldn't stuff you into my pouch."
"I meant no harm master." Li's ear twitch and she looks towards Faralon with her beady little eyes. "Ooh, you're chatting it up with the play-"
"Zip it Li, or no treats for you."
"No treats?" Li looks up at him, putting on a cute face. "I'm sorry master. Li will be good from now on."
"You silly girl." Damas turns back to Faralon and grins sheepishly. "Li can be a little annoying at times, but if I threaten not to give her treats, she behaves. Well, I'm going to go rest for a little while. Even though you weren't wounded, you should probably do the same. Who knows how long it'll be before we can rest again." He smiles slightly and walks off. When he enters the place they'll be sleeping, his gaze turns to Isyndel for a moment. Seeing her upset is no surprise to him, for he also feels deeply saddened by all of the death. "Isyndel..." he murmurs softly while looking at her. Rather than approaching, he figures it is probably best to leave her alone and goes to find a bed to sleep in. Once he finds one, he sets all of his gear beside the bed and lays down, staring at the ceiling for a little while. After about ten minutes he turns over, pulling the covers over his head. "I thought...that I could never...see anything worse than the guild...but I was wrong... It was...it was too horrible... Why do people have to die needlessly like this?" His thoughts then turn to a particular woman and he closes his eyes, though a few tears manage to escape and trickle down his cheeks. "Valkana..." Not too long after, he finally slips into his 'trance'.
-----
Kethra comes out of the healer's home a few minutes after Damas and Faralon's little encounter. Her wounds have been healed, but she's still tired from all of the battles they had fought. Desperate for rest, she heads to the where they are staying without delay. "Hmm, some of the others are here already... They look sad...but they probably want to be left alone..." She sighs and picks out a bed for herself, taking only enough time to put her gear down before collapsing onto it. "It feels so nice to sleep in a bed..." The young monk closes her eyes.
((Kethra bought a masterwork sling and 20 sling bullets for it. Damas sold his masterwork light crossbow, and bought a masterwork staff, and a composite longbow [+1 str]. I am going to buy arrows, but I'd like to know what kind I can get. One thing, TUM, Knight said something about my sling doing more damage than normal. Could you shed a bit of light on that for me? ^^))

Posted by: Kyosokun Sat Sep 10, 2005 11:42 pm
Ryhir wanders the outpost, absorbing the new place and people. Even after the destruction they left behind, his bouyant spirit was not down. He was alive, they had further clue to their mission, and they had managed to save some of those sieged in Dava's mansion, even if they had failed to sdave the seeress herself. Death was nothing new to him; it was sad, but it was a part of life, a part that Dava had long put off in any case. She had lived more than a lifetime, which was much more than most could ever hope for. Just as important as mourning the dead was celebrating living.
He knew the others perhaps would not feel so, so he spared a word of encouragement to those he passed, and a smile.
After wandering long into he evening, he settled someplace quiet, to compose his thoughts, and to enjoy the beautiful night...
((If anyone wants to interact, Ryhir is never too hard to find ;D))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Sep 11, 2005 2:22 am
((I'm sure I don't know what Knight means... The quartermaster sells all the standard arrows as well any magical ones up to +2 enhancement. No exotic ones, though. But you can always summon Swiftjoke for the hard to find stuff.)) "Cedric, you can't expect the group to be ready to move out so soon," Yeesha says with a frown. "Everyone's exhausted. Battle will probably be inevitable once we resume the search and a fight now would be deadly... No. We will rest this night, and only if we are ready to move will we leave tommorrow. Kyoji told me of this outpost. It's as safe as we're going to be outside the kingdom, barring us stumbling on an ancient shrine protected by the goddess or something of the like..." Yeesha sighs. "While you have a point, remember that if we fall, that might be the end for the Prince. This requires a balance of caution and speed..."
Kyoji seems more at ease here than he has been anywhere for most of the journey. He still trains extensively, going through forms and courses in the outpost's small training area, but at times he is also seen talking with the other ninja at the outpost.
The children of the Mansion run around the outpost, happily playing with some of the ninja with a less serious streak as well as the various creatures rescued from the mansion. The odd blue spirits twinkle as they move erratically through the outpost/village and the fairies have a good time flitting about chatting and playing with the children. A small group of dwarves are discussing the construction of the outpost with the base's chief, wondering if the secret door was dwarven made.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Sep 11, 2005 2:34 am
Cedric frowns deeply, then nods, "I understand. I am merely concerned for the well being of these good people. I understand your case..." The Paladin pauses, "I would prefer a swift secret departure to catch the enemy off guard but prudence is important." Cedric bows, "I will be getting some rest then. Good night, Lady Yeesha." Turning, the Holy Knight makes his way to his sleeping quarters and prays to the Goddess, seeking her protection, before going to sleep.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Sep 11, 2005 2:48 am
((Ok, now that I have the information from TUM, Damas also bought 12 normal arrows, 4 frost arrows, and 4 shock arrows.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Sep 11, 2005 3:09 am
I should check on him, Ashathel thought, thoughts turning to brother, But if I do, he'll never shake the idea that I'm here to babysit him. So I guess there's nothing left to do but sleep. And so, after deciding to give the kids an impromptu dance show, he tried to slipp off to bed himself, hoping the next day would bring bigger and better things. Unfortunately for him, his wild breakdancing so enthralls the children present they break into cheers and clapping.
"Alright, alright... you all need to get off to bed now," the swashbuckler said, eyeing one fo his allies moving to a less-populated area. "I'll see if I can't get my brother to do a song for you all tomorrow, okay?"
And, after taking a few more minutes to settle them all in their beds, Ashathel walked quietly to a moonlit area in which Ryhir sat.
"Enjoying the night sky?" he asked, Telithe hopping down to crawl off into the night in search of food. "It's not a bad one at all..."

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Sep 11, 2005 4:06 am
Cedric gasps and sits up, sweat covering his face as he breaths heavily. He stares forward blankly, recalling the horror of the vision... Vague figures... Armies of undead stagger through the wilderness... Mysterious men snatch peasants from their farms...
A horrible shadow...
Then human screams soon drowned out by a chilling roar...
The visage of Iom appears, then cracks and crumbles away.
Cedric swallows and tightens his fist, glaring at it, "This cannot continue." He speaks through clenched teeth, "Mitula... Grant me the power to stop this. Make me your instrument. Wield me, make me as a weapon." He lowers his fist and shakes his head sadly, speaking beseechingly, "Use me..."

Posted by: Rusty Sun Sep 11, 2005 6:18 am
*Faralon returns to the camp, realizing that most of the force is asleep.* : ...I'm too late...Ah...I guess I can still give the gift tomorrow. This certainly won't be the last opportunity, even if it may have been the best. *Faralon smirks. If it weren't for that fool Damas, I wouldn't have been slowed down. Ah...I'm not even very tired. I wonder if anyone else is awake? Faralon goes and puts the bottle and most of his equipment under an empty bed, claiming it as his own. He then leaves.*
---
*Ryhir grins* Indeed, it's not a bad one. *Ryhir points up to a particular star.* The arrow of the Hunter is particularly clear tonight....
: "Helps keep things in perspective, no?" Ashathel asked, looking up. "No matter how frantic the seach for Prince Nick, there are always things bigger than what's going on with us. Course, my brother would likely go into a nice little speech about the stars if he were here, but sadly he's not."
*Ryhir shrugs* I find the big things sort themselves out, as long as you concentrate on the little things.
: "Heh...So then you think everything's going to work out well for us, then?"
Ryhir: Of course, as long as we keep to task, and put forth our best efforts. Individually we are but grains of sand, together we will become a sandstorm to blow through our enemies.
: "I mean," the swashbucker began, "We'be been through some tough battles already, and yet none of us has died. Came close, though; close enough and often enough that I wonder what's really going on. Whether it's bigger than we think it is - so big we ough to leave it alone."
*Faralon approaches the two.*
: "Ashathel...are you still unable to sleep these nights?"
*Ryhir looks up.* Ah, our other musical companion. *smiles.* How fares your night?
*Faralon smiles.*
: "I think our Paladin likes to sing, as well...Ah, it is 'ok'. I'm not as tired as the rest of the group, and I noticed a few people missing, so I thought I'd come to check up on them."
*Ryhir nods.* My mind is far too restless for sleep as of yet, and the feel of the wind is always pleasant. *turns back to Ashathel* As for the depth of our quest...Death is a part of life. It is merely a matter of whether you choose to die old and frail, or risk it in the pursuit of a goal worth accomplishing.
: "So you're talking about death?"
*Faralon looks at both Ryhir and Ashathel curiously. Well, I suppose...seeing people die like this is a new experience...I've been too preoccupied with Kethra...I guess my mind is simply distracted.*
: "Weren't until just now," the older of the elven brothers said. "Risking your life of your own accord is fine, but I'd at least like to know what's aiming to kill me along the way..."
Ryhir: As to that, I have no answer. The Seeress did hint that there is more to this than we realize...
: "Something powerful has Prince Nick...There's no doubt about that. However, I think we're doing quite well, considering we just faced ancient enemies."
: "Right now, Zook has in his possession pieces of metal creatures created long ago, so long ago we don't even have good records as to what they are. I'd like to think there's just a tinge more than we expected happening behind the scenes."
Ryhir: Indeed. Perhaps Yeesha has some insight on the matter.... Myself, I've no head for riddles.
: "I don't mind a challenge, so long as I get all the pieces to the puzzle," the swashbuckler said. "But if I can't have the pieces right now, I'll settle for a peek inside Yeesha's spellbook. I don't doubt she's got some good stuff in there..."
: "Heheh...Her spellbook, or perhaps..." *Faralon smirks.* "Nevermind."
Ryhir: The drowned one who wasn't? Or something like that. And a castle? *shakes head* *looks to Faralon* Don't you already have a lady to chase?
: "Is it so obvious?" *Faralon shakes his head.* "I didn't realize so many in the group had any idea."
Ryhir: You are fairly circumspect
: "Indeed... though while my brother may be taken, I'd like to see what I can do about that limp," Ashathel grinned, jabbing Faralon with his elbow.
Ryhir: The Sorceress's sulkiness gives tell however. *grin*
*Faralon laughs.*
: "I just hope Kyoji isn't spying on us, or you're in trouble, Ashathel!"
: "We're in an outpost of his people; I don't doubt five of them are waiting to make me eat my words in a moment."
Ryhir: And what a feast, hmmm?
: "They make a fine meal, for they are fine words about a fine lady," the elven swashbucker smiled, rubbing his belly. "Surely you have one you take interest in, no?"
Ryhir: Hmmm. Sadly, I haven't had a chance to intereact much with them... The young Wizardress has an appealing intensity though. But I fear we come from much diferent worlds *Ryhir says with a smile*
: "Heh... Isyndel, then? I'd watch my words if I were you as well; no doubt her familiar is wide awake and more active than ever now."
*Ryhir shrugs.* I'll take my chance. I, unlike certain louts, have not made any crude jests. *says Ryhir mockingly*
: "Well, as much as I'd like to stay here and continue to talk about these things, I need to get off to bed. It'll give me a chance to think up some more 'crude jests,' as you call them."
*Ryhir grins.* I'm still too restless for bed. But enjoy your rest, I'll expect some good ones laters....
: "I hope I can sleep...I will try, though."
*Ryhir nods, lays back, and gives them a wave before resuming staring at the sky.*

Posted by: Century Sun Sep 11, 2005 9:47 am
~Elias sat down his tired body, the recent battles draining him to his very core. His relationship with the other members of the group wasn't strong, and often he felt alone, that he had any support in battle feeling as though it was by happenstance, as though he only fought with them as they had common cause, but that there was no cameraderie~
~With a heavy exhale, Elias removed a collection of odd feathers, the barbs bent and fashioned in arcane form. He began to study this "spellbook", meditating to recuperate himself ready for the next vicious assault~
(( I'll buy something later, need to chat to someone about that, and spell choices coming later too ))

Posted by: Twitch Mon Sep 12, 2005 4:26 pm
...Gabe crouched behind the moss covered rock and drew in a deep breath. Dammit, what the hell was that thing... With any luck it won't be able to follow me.. Any further thought was dashed from his mind as a large beast resembling a lion crashed into his back. They rolled a few times, Gabe struggling to gain some leverage against the massive animal. "WHY ARE YOU HOUNDING ME?" he growled as he struggled to push the lions head away from him.
The lion simply slapped his hand away with a huge paw, looked at him for a second and asked him "Why do you run from me?" before Gabe could think to answer, his world went dark and he woke with a start in his bed.
"What the hell did it mean, 'running'?" He said under his breath. Wincing against his dressed wounds, he tried to get comfortable in his bed. "Perhaps the witch can shed some light on these dreams in the morning." Gabe laid back down and slept restlessly through the remainder of the night.

Posted by: Aldur Mon Sep 12, 2005 8:26 pm
Amelios took out his Longbow, setting it down on the counter, and grinned at the Quartermaster. "How much for this friend? And do you have any crossbow's in stock? If you happen to have a Masterwork Heavy Crossbow, sixty normal bolts, and 10 shock bolts. They would help me enormously my friend. And that should come to...768 gold pieces...minus what you'll get for my bow."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 12, 2005 10:12 pm
((Just a note. You have this day, then until midday the next day to do anything you wish in game time. Also, please note that the healer charges money. You can't get healed for free. It costs 25 gold coins per casting of Cure Light Wounds.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Sep 12, 2005 10:22 pm
((Kethra was down by about ten or 12 hit points, I believe. That would require one or two spells, I think. Kethra has more than enough to cover the cost, anyway))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Sep 12, 2005 11:19 pm
*Finally seeing an opportunity to speak with Kethra, Faralon wastes no time and approaches her, holding the bottle of sake behind his back with one hand.* : "Um...Hello, Kethra. How might you be?" Kethra's ears twitch when she hears Faralon's voice, and the young monk looks over her shoulder. "Faralon?" She turns away from her breakfast and towards him. "Hello," she says softly, her lips curving into a slight smile. "I'm better than I was last night. How are you faring?"
*Faralon smiles.*
: "I'm glad to hear you're doing better. I pray you're fully healed...Ah, I'm doing quite all right, myself. I stayed up a bit last night thinking...Oh...! I bought something for you."
*Faralon shows her the bottle of sake.*
: "I meant to give this to you last night, but now is as good a time as any."
Kethra's eyes seem to light up a little bit. "Sake? It's been a long time since I've had any." She giggles a little bit and smiles. "How thoughtful of you."
*Faralon smiles, brushing the back of his head with his right palm.*
: "Yes, I thought you might enjoy it. I do hope that you do."
*Faralon continues smiling, watching Kethra's eyes, seeing if she seems to enjoy the gift.*
Kethra's eyes seem to sparkle a little, actually. She clearly likes the gift.
: "I know it's a bit early in the day, but you should have a drink. It's rare in this little village, so it wasn't exactly cheap."
*Faralon chuckles.*
"Hmm, I suppose a cup or too couldn't hurt..." Kethra picks up her backpack and begins to dig through its contents, seemingly looking for something specific. After a few moments, she pulls out a small cup shaped object wrapped in a cloth. "Here it is." She sets her backpack down and removes the cloth from the object, revealing a small white cup with blue patterns on it. "One of the monks gave this sake cup to me as a gift before I left, but I never thought I'd actually use it."
*Faralon smiles, eyeing the cloth, then Kethra's eyes.*
: "Always prepared, I see. You're quite resourceful."
"Why thank you," Kethra says with a smile. "Faralon, would you mind pouring me a cup? It is a custom that you should never pour your own sake. I'm not superstisious or anything, but I do value customs."
*Faralon nods, smiling.*
: "I'm terribly sorry, I almost forgot about that. I should have known better...I am a bard, after all."
*Faralon opens the sake, smelling it first, smiling and nodding to Kethra. He carefully pours the sake into Kethra's cup, then presents the cup to her, bowing his head.*
: "But admittedly, I tend not to follow customs, myself - so perhaps that is why it escaped me."
Kethra takes the cup into her hands and smiles bowing her head slightly. "That's alright." She sips the sake very slowly at first, remembering full well how potent a drink it can be.
*Faralon smiles, watching her reaction.*
: "Good?"
"Yes it is. I was just being wary, because the amount of alchohol in sake varies depending upon who makes it. There was this one time I had sake after becoming a full fledged monk, but it was the really strong stuff." Kethra chuckles slightly. "Me drunk is not a pretty sight at all."
*Faralon smirks.*
: "I disagree. You're always a pretty sight...Er, sorry. I just felt it should be said."
Kethra's lips twitch slightly and her creamy white cheeks begin to turn pink. "Well, at least you're honest."
*Faralon smiles, gazing over her face momentarily.*
: "Thank you. But please, do drink a bit more. At least have the full cup. I know savoring the taste is good, but at that rate that sake will last you twenty years!"
*Faralon laughs.*
Kethra giggles a little bit, brushing a few strands of her honey blond hair away from her eyes. "You're right. That wouldn't be a good thing." She finishes up the rest of the cup and sets it down on the table.
((Bad Faralon. ))
*Faralon continues smiling, watching her intently.*
: "I'm glad you like it."
A little while after drinking the sake, Kethra begins to feel very strange. Her body becomes warmer than usual, and she feels light as a feather. Though she has no idea what brought this on, she is suddenly entranced by Faralon.
*Did it work? Faralon thinks to himself.*
: "Did you rest well?"
"Yes," she says sweetly, her lips curving to form a smile. Kethra's attention has shifted from from everything else, and she is focused only on Faralon now.
*Faralon's lips curl into a large smirk. Swiftjoke, you devil!*
: "And what are you thinking about now, Kethra?"
Kethra's cheek begin to turn from pink to bright red. "Well, I'm just thinking about how pleasent it is to be around you."
*Faralon inches closer to Kethra, smiling.*
: "I do enjoy your company, too, Kethra...How could I not enjoy being around a beautiful lady such as yourself?"
"Faralon..." Kethra looks up at him, her eyes sparkling. "You're rather pleasent to look upon, yourself."
*Faralon leans in closer still...*
: "I'm glad the feeling's...mutual." *He brushes his hand against her cheek, gazing into her eyes.*
Kethra doesn't seem to mind his advances, and a pleasent sigh escapes her lips when he touches her cheek.
*Caressing her cheek with one, he leans in for a soft kiss, his other hand resting on her back. That only lasts briefly as he pulls back slowly.*
: "How was that, dear Kethra?"
"I've...never been kissed before," Kethra admits sheepishly. "But...it was nice."
*Faralon smirks.*
: "Would you like another?"
Kethra nods slowly, but no words pass her lips.
*Faralon smiles, leaning in to kiss Kethra once more, this one lasting quite a bit longer. He rests one hand on her back once more, the other taking her hand in his.*
Kethra returns this kiss this time, perfectly content at the moment.
*He pulls away a second time, watching her face.*
: "Perhaps we should get your breakfast cleared up and go to a more private place? I don't think we should have any interruptions." *Faralon winks.*
"I doubt anyone would bother us, but if you think it's best, then let's go." Kethra smiles softly.
: "Yes...Let's." *Faralon smiles wide. It was all worth it...*
Kethra goes along with Faralon to a secluded area behind an empty house, offering no resistance to his advances whatsoever. She seems to rather enjoy him kissing her, but when he tries to go further, she suddenly comes back to her senses.
"W...wha?" The young monk shakes her head, unable to understand why she is here with Faralon. Obviously scared, he grabs his hand. When she realizes that she's gripping his hand hard enough to hurt him, however, she lets him go and runs off.
*Faralon blinks, frowning. What? It wore off already?!*
((I think that's all of it. Marine was trying to get my attention, though, and left before I got a chance to respond. o_o Maybe he just wanted me to post more quickly? If so, we're good. If not, I guess Marine will let me know if I need to edit anything and such.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Sep 13, 2005 3:38 am
By now, Brand has calmed down significantly, and spends his time looking on as the team relaxes, and thinking to himself.

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Sep 13, 2005 4:20 am
Ryhir wakes up, slightly damp from the fresh morning dew. Huh.... must have fallen asleep out here... Getting up and stretching, he collects his gear, and heads over to the practice grounds for his morning stretches and warm ups. After doing some basic stretches and feeling suitably limber, Ryhir draws his Great Scimitar, and takes position. He moves through a sweeping series of movements, slow at first but eventually moving as swiftly as the wind. While he's practicing, he spies Kyoji entering the training yard and begin himself. After Ryhir finishes, he sits against a wall, and watches the Ninja, before deciding to aproach him.

Posted by: Aldur Tue Sep 13, 2005 4:39 am
(( 50 to the healer so I'm back to full.))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Sep 13, 2005 4:50 am
((I made some errors in my last level up which I have corrected. Sorry about that. Faralon has gained a level! As per usual, the rest of my info on the levelup will go to TUM.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 13, 2005 5:57 am
After a conversation with Ryhir, Kyoji sighs and goes in search of Kethra, remembering his promise to the paladin. ((NSG, Kethra wears oriental clothes, you said?))

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Sep 13, 2005 6:14 am
Ryhir approaches the Ninja, as he finishes a set of exercises. "Morning. Getting ready for the new day?" he said. Kyoji pauses for a moment to regard Ryhir. "Yes, I suppose." "So these are your people? You seem.... Less guarded, since we've been here..." Ryhir says to him.
"Yes, these are some of the ninja of the clans," Kyoji says. "It... has been a while since I last trod upon home ground."
Ryhir nods. "I can sympathize. It's been long since I've felt the desert wind..." Ryhir changes the subject. "Think we'll encounter any resistance soon after we leave?"
"I had a word with the scouts. They said that after destroying the temple, the primary undead force is begining to pull back to the sea. I don't know if they'll send anyone after us, but considering the havoc we wreaked, they might," Kyoji responds.
Ryhir nods thoughtfully, before again commenting. "Anyone ever tell you that you are hard to talk to?" Ryhir throws out kinda bluntly and honestly.
Kyoji blinks. "I am only stating the facts you wanted to know... How does that make me hard to talk to?"
Shruggging, Ryhir replies. "I'm trying to get to know you, but you're kinda hard to approach. You seem the strong silent type." Ryhir rests his head on his fist. "I really dislike prying, but you don't really offer any openings to talk to you about things, you know?"
Kyoji is silent for a moment. "I am unused to dealing with people outside of a mission..." Kyoji looks back at Ryhir. "We may be travelling for a while, so... all right. What do you wish to know?"
Ryhir grins. "Everyhing? But perhaps that is too much to ask, hm?" Ryhir pauses in thought for a moment. "Well what do you think of our group? Why do you trave with us? You obviously feel very much at home here, but I don't see you staying here... Why have you been away from home so long?" Ryhir grins again. "And I wouldn't be offended if you tell me to butt out on a subject, promise."
"I agreed to come on this mission as a guide because I was sent out long ago to find what became of my school's master, the legendary ninja Hanzou. The clans have not heard a word from him in weeks. It is not like him to leave no word," Kyoji states. "I was informed that if I accompanied Lady Yeesha's group, I would have more of a chance to gain an audience."
"Gain an audiemce with who?" Ryhir asks, a little confused.
"Dava, of course," Kyoji says.
"I see..." Ryhir replies... He thinks back to what the seeress had said. "So, Hanzou is dead, then..."
"Yes," Kyoji says, eyes dropping to the ground.
"But you will continue traveling with us, I feel. Why?" Ryhir further inquires. "You have receieved the answer you sought."
"I have and I haven't, but I said I would help find the Prince, and I honor my words," Kyoji says.
"A man of his word, always good to find." Ryhir says with a smile. "I'm glad you'll be coming along. And feel a bit better, having talked with you. Maybe later we can talk a litte later, and perhaps spar a bit. Your technique is interesting, and the grace of it reminds me strongly of my people's style." Ryhir then cocks his head for a moment, having a sudden thought. "Have you any questions for me? I've asked much, but offered little in return."
Kyoji thinks for a moment. "Why did you approach me?"
"It seemed like the best chance I'd have to talk to you. As for why I wanted to talk to you..." Ryhir thinks, searching for the right words. "People... people interest me. I've traveled many places, seen many things. And everywhere, people are a little different. Each individual is different from the last, if only in a small way. I've never met a person of your people, and, as I said, you seemed rather hard to approach. But you are a companion of mine, and I felt I should make special effort to find out a bit more about you..." Ryhir shakes his head. "I'm afraid I'm not making much sense."
"More than you think," Kyoji said. "What do you think of everyone in this little band?"
Ryhir thought a bit before answering. "They're good people. I haven't had a chance to talk with everyone yet, despite our travels. But most seem to have good motivations, and those that don't, at least their motivations aren't bad, merely a little selfish."
"Mmmm. I would agree with your assessment. Though many of the group have their share of problems with each other, they put those differences aside in combat, which is what matters the most," Kyoji states.
"Difference matter little when you're worried about your own neck, it seems..." Ryhir says wryly.
"Indeed," Kyoji says. "Why did you join this expedition... I think it wasn't for the money... or the duty... Did you join for the experience? The trip? See things you haven't?"
Ryhir laughes at that. "I joined for all the reasons Lady Yeesha mentioned when she brought us together. A good cause, glory, money, and yes, new sights and experiences. The last is the most compelling reason, though, I admit. Already I have seen wonders I might not have seen otherwise..." Ryhir trails off a little, thinking back to Dava's Mansion, the machines, and the strange denizens of the house...
"And horrors, perhaps," Kyoji says.
Ryhir nods at that as well.
"What are your thoughts on all of this?"
"Heh. The elven brothers and I discussed this last night, actually. It seems there is more to our quest than we know. I know not what, but it seems that our band has been placed in a pivital point in a rather important struggle. It is apon us to save the Prince, Dava said. I think we shall. Beyond that... I'm really not sure. It's all riddles. ONe who was to be drowned, but was not? Being sought by the drowned? It is beyond a simple wanderer such as myself. I'm hoping perhaps Yeesha has more insight on the matter...."
"Mmmm," Kyoji nods. "The undead call themselves the Drowned Eye..."
"That could explain the drowned who seek. But what of the one who was to be drowned, but wasn't?" Ryhir responds.
"I do not know," Kyoji says.
"Well, at the least, we've time to piece the puzzle. First we must find the Prince." Ryhir comments.
"True. I suspect that we'll be leaving today, once Yeesha purchases new carts and supplies... She's having a time convincing the quartermaster to sell her everything. Variety is not a problem, but this outpost does not have many carts or vehicles of any kind, not to mention horses," Kyoji notes.
"And I don't suppose our dear friend Swiftjoke could help us in that regard?" Ryhir asks.
Kyoji is silent for a moment. "To tell the truth, I had forgotten about him. Perhaps you had better inform Yeesha, this might expediate things."
Ryhir grins at that. "Perhaps I better." Ryhir nods to the ninja. "I'm sure we'll have chance to talk later. Perhas you could tell me of your people?" Not really expecting a reply, Ryhir hurries off to find Lady Yeesha and suggest a call to her 'good friend' Swiftjoke.
"Perhaps," Kyoji says as he looks back the training field with a sigh, then leaves.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 13, 2005 5:32 pm
((I'm going to cry 'cause Damas and Kethra are a measly 150 XP short of 5th level. I'm at a loss at how everyone else leveled...o.o))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Sep 13, 2005 6:33 pm
((I'm at the same DM. They got RP exp. XD))

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Sep 13, 2005 6:50 pm
Ryhir has gained a level! Ryhir has gained 9 HP Ryhir has gained +1 BAB Ryhir has gained +1 Fort Ryhir has gained feat 'Mobility"
Character Name: Ryir Dughall
Player Name: Kyoso Malinor
Class: Scout 3 Fighter 2 Race: Human
Lvl: 5 HP: 44/44
Str: 16 +3
Con: 14 +2
Dex: 18 +4
Int: 14 +2
Wis: 12 +1
Cha: 11 +0
Feats:
Martial weapons
Heavy Armor
Exotic Weapon Prof: Great Scimitar
Weapon Focus: Great Scimitar
Combat Expertise
Dodge
Mobility
Class Abilities:
Skirmish (+1d6dam, +1ac)
Trapfinding
Battle Fortitude (+1fort and +1init)
Uncanny Dodge
Fast Movement (+10ft)
Trackless Step
Skills:
Hide 6 + 4
Move Silently 6 + 4
Tumble 8 +4
Listen 7 + 1
Spot 7 + 1
Search 6 + 2
Sense Motive 6 + 1
Climb 7 + 3
Craft: Traps 7 + 2
Abuse Magic Device 3 + 0
Perform: Dance 3 + 0
Equipment:
Masterwork Chain Shirt
Masterwork Great Scimitar
Composite Shortbow (+3str)
20 Arrows w/Quiver
Dagger
Backpack
Caltrops
3 pieces of chalk
Grappling Hook
Flint’n’Steel
2561.97

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 13, 2005 8:06 pm
((Now I really feel like a poor roleplayer *sniffle*)) Kethra continues to run, not exactly sure where she is going, but not really caring at the moment either. She is confused and frightened by what just occurred, and she cannot come up with an explanation for any of it. Weariness begins to set in after a while and she finally stops running, now standing in front of the barracks. She plops down onto the ground with a heavy sigh and pulls her knees up to her chest. Tears well up in her crystal blue eyes and trickle down her cheeks as she sits there, but she doesn't care if anyone sees her. However, she lets out a sudden gasp when someone touches her shoulder, and she turns around to see who it is.
Sure enough, Damas is kneeling down beside her with his hand on her shoulder. He looks to be in a somewhat fair mood, but seeing her cry makes his lips curve into a frown. "Kethra, you're crying... This...doesn't have something to do with Faralon, does it?"
Kethra wipes away her tears with the back of her hand and gazes into his ruby red eyes intently. "Actually...it does..."
Damas sighs and shakes his head from side to side. *That son of a... I knew he wasn't to be trusted...* the elf thinks bitterly. "I saw you two at breakfast this morning. You were acting very strange..."
"I know... I have no idea what came over me... When I came back to my senses, we were together, and..." Kethra cannot find the courage to continue and starts to cry again.
Damas pulls her into his arms, trying his best to comfort her. After a little while, he looks down at her and smiles. "Kethra, it means a lot to me that you trust me enough to tell me these things... You're a kind and caring person, and I'm fortunate to have your friendship." He pauses for a short moment, a slight frown forming on his face when he thinks of Faralon. "I think you should stay far away from Faralon, at least until we find out what's going on." He rises to his full height and holds his hand out to Kethra.
Kethra takes his offered and stands up, sniffling a little bit. "Thank you Damas. I feel a little better now, but I still want to know what happened."
"I understand, and I promise to do everything I can do to help you."
((Kyoji can show up any time now. And yes, Kethra is wearing oriental clothes))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 13, 2005 8:20 pm
"There you are," Kyoji says, finally encountering the young monk. "Greetings, Kethra. Wait. Is something wrong? I came to check on your training, but if this is a bad time, I could return later." ((15 total on SM.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 13, 2005 8:28 pm
"Actually, there is something else bothering me..." Kethra sighs heavily and looks to Damas. "Damas was kind enough to try and help me, but..." Damas places his hand on her shoulder and turns his gaze to Kyoji. "It is not my right to judge, but perhaps she'd feel better talking to someone else about this..."
Kethra shakes her head and smiles sheepishly. "Maybe he can offer some advice... Is there anywhere more private to go? I don't feel like making this knowledge public...at least not yet."
((High enough sense motive on Damas reveals he's miffed about something, and reveals that Kethra is confused or otherwise upset))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 13, 2005 8:38 pm
"There is a small area near the training grounds that's usually deserted," Kyoji says. "Follow me."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 13, 2005 8:51 pm
Kethra starts following Kyoji, but stops when she notices Damas is not following. "You're not coming?" "Are you sure you really want me to come?" Damas asks, his expression a bit solemn. "I know I can trust you to keep it a secret," Kethra replies before she keeps walking.
Damas sighs heavily and follows along, staying a little bit behind to make sure no one decides to follow or eavesdrop.
"Are you sure we won't be bothered?" Kethra asks, shifting nervously.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 13, 2005 8:53 pm
"We will not be. The ninja of the clans respect privacy when it does not threaten our lives," Kyoji states. "I highly doubt you're going to start speaking of plans to assassinate the outpost chief."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Sep 13, 2005 9:11 pm
((Sorry about the delay... anyway, here's stuff from the end of the mansion battle)) Grunting, Zook pulls himself to his feet as the battle ends. While the leaders and diplomats bandy words, the tinker heads, limping slightly, to the library.
Millennia of knowledge. I cannot call myself a scientist without trying to save what I am able.
When Zook arrives, the library is burning. Hopping over the debris as nimbly as his frame and injuries permit, Zook manages to snatch 3 books with Ancient writing emblazoned down their spines before the last towering bookshelf collapses in a heap of immolated embers, the funeral pyre for an immeasurable wealth of knowledge.
---
((In the new town...))
The wounds still fresh, Zook cannot help but feel invigorated, his mind and body bursting with renewed potential.
((Zook gains a level!
9 HP Gained!
0.5 Ranks in Spot gained!
0.5 Ranks in Listen gained!
1 Rank in Craft[Tech] gained!
1 Rank in Kno[Tech] gained!
6 Ranks in Knowledge[Ancients] gained!
Zook now knows the Ancient language!
Zook gains the feat Vehicle Proficiency (Combat Armor)!
))
Finally having time to himself, Zook pores over the books he found. His self-taught attempts at the tongue of the Ancients seem finally to have paid off, and Zook can with some effort read the books. The first is a fairly standard treatise on chemical properties. The second is more promising, a manual on weaponry. But the third catches the tinker's eye. It is bound differently than the others; it appears to be of much hardier construction and yet relatively undamaged for such an old book. The cover of this book read Basic Engineering 101-301: An advanced learning course for combat engineers by the Metaphan Military. Paging through it, diagrams and snatches of jargon raise Zook's eyebrows.
Promising. Very promising...
Later on, Zook seeks out Yeesha. "A word, milady?"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 13, 2005 9:12 pm
"I am sure the ninjas would not spy, but I cannot say the same about some of the other members of the party...sadly." Damas sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, keeping watch but listening intently. Kethra sighs, her ears twitching a little. "It upsets me to talk about this, but maybe you can give me some advice. At breakfast this morning, Faralon approched me. Everything seemed ok at first; he was asking normal questions, like how my day was going. Then he gave me a bottle of sake as a gift. I really didn't want to start off my day with alchohol, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings either, so I had a cup. Not too long after, we started getting into deeper conversation. I found myself entranced by him, but I just didn't know why. He kissed me a couple of times, the suggested we go somewhere else. I went along with him, and the making out continued for a little while. When I came back to my senses, he was trying to touch me... I was frightened and confused, so I pushed him away and fled." She sighs heavily and tears begin to form in her eyes. "I feel so ashamed... I do not know what came over me, at all. After all, I've never had the slightest interest in him..."
"If you don't mind my saying so, that sounds awfully suspicious..." Damas pipes in, his tone serious.
((This is not going to end well...))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 13, 2005 9:22 pm
"Hmmmm... It sounds like Faralon tried to romance you with wine... and you went along with it, but do not know why?" Kyoji says, thinking. "Loneliness perhaps? You've been keeping to yourself a lot. Isolation, even when self-imposed can do much to a mind not disciplined for it. It shouldn't have been the alcohol... Sake is strong, but your tolerance must be very low if you got tipsy after drinking a single cup."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Sep 13, 2005 9:28 pm
Yeesha turns as Zook approaches her. "Yes?" she asks. Zook scratches the back of his neck idly as he brings out his heavy coin sack. "Milady, it occurs to me that if we are to continue on a prolonged journey to find the prince, then we will run into many more battles." He offers the purse to her. "I believe we need to have a communal fund of some kind, as insurance against another series of greivous draining battles."
Yeesha nods. "That's a good idea... That's what we did back in the old days and it worked out well... All right. That's what we'll do from now on. Thanks Zook."
Zook smiles. "Of course, milady."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 13, 2005 9:29 pm
"It couldn't be that. I have wonderful friends, and I'm not at all ready for a relationship." Kethra sighs. "Besides, he really isn't my type." "Still, I would stay away from him if I were you. If finding yourself it that situation freaked you out, I don't doubt that he could have done something he shouldn't have." Damas walks up behind Kethra and places his hand on her shoulder. *I don't trust that man, at all. There is something else going on here...*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 13, 2005 9:35 pm
"Perhaps, but are they here? With the exception of Damas, I haven't seen you socialize with anyone else," Kyoji notes. "But if you felt uncomfortable, perhaps you should maintain your distance from Faralon until you figure out everything. Just don't allow it to affect you in battle."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 13, 2005 9:44 pm
"Thank you Kyoji. I'll be sure to keep what you've said in mind." Kethra smiles. "Now I feel like getting a little training in." Damas starts to back away, his hands up in front of his chest. "Training? I think I'm going to back off then," he says with a smile.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 13, 2005 9:49 pm
"You have been practicing, correct?" Kyoji says, dropping into a defensive stance and drawing two wooden rods to serve as "swords". "Battle is excellent experience, but training is what hones and perfects the lessons from that conflict."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:04 pm
"Of course. What kind of a monk would I be otherwise?" Kethra drops into a defensive stance, a slight smile spreading across her lips. "It never hurts to practice with others though." ((Do you want Init, or is he allowing her to strike first?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:15 pm
"How much do you practice? I haven't seen you do much of it," Kyoji asks, allowing her to strike first. ((Read the PM I sent you.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Sep 13, 2005 11:08 pm
Walking away from Yeesha, Zook takes out the weapons manual, running a long finger down its spine. : *I can't believe...It wore off already... Faralon thinks to himself, looking at the bottle of sake.* Walking along, his nose in one of the Ancient books, Zook bumps headfirst into Faralon. "Oh!" he cries as he stumbles backward on his feet and lands on his rear with a thump. "Sorry about that!"
*Faralon looks over at Zook, raising an eyebrow.*
: "You...You're...Zook?"
Zook looks down at himself, surprised. "I...believe so."
*Faralon smirks.*
: "What are you doing all the way out here?" *Faralon notices the book that Zook is reading.* "Get lost in whatever that is?"
Zook smiles a bit as he gets up, careful not to let the book touch the ground. "It seems that way." Zook winces as he picks pebbles out of a cut on the back of his leg, grumbling incoherently.
: "Ah, that looks pretty bad..." *Faralon remembers the past couple of battles, suddenly, as he recalls the cries of the gnome.* "Ah! You're the one those robots keep targetting! Why didn't you go to the healer and spend your earnings for healing?"
Zook flicks a pebble disgruntledly out of the wound as he answers. "25 gold for a spell any amateur cleric can cast in their sleep? Tchah! I'd sooner rot where I stood than stuff coin down the healer's gullet."
: "Yes, I suppose that is a bit of a steep price... Though one's life is worth a good 50 gold or so. Still, we can't have you going into battle like that...Hm. To tell you the truth, I've just recently learned the Cure Light Wounds spell. I've been observing our clerics and the manner in which they cast the spell, though I haven't gotten a chance to use it myself...I don't suppose you would want me to try my new spell on you? I want to make sure it works before we get into any sort of trouble. I'm not that familiar with Divine magic, after all."
Zook thinks for a moment before he shrugs. "Far be it from me to stifle experimentation. And I'd be eternally grateful if it succeeded."
*Faralon puts his hand on the wound, concentrating as he speaks a few words.*
: "Grant me divine power so that I may do good! Let Zook be healed!"
*Miraculously the wounds on Zook start to disappear. After doing this two more times, it seems all of Zook's wounds have been fully healed!*
((7+4+3+5+5+5 = 29 HP Healed!))
Zook cackles as he claps Faralon on the small of the back. "Many thanks! If ever you need anything, let me know, eh?"
: "Actually...As a bard, I love knowledge of all kinds - but the type of knowledge you're familiar with escapes me. I'm not at all familiar with all this 'technology', though I'd certainly like to be. I've seen the way that you fight those robots and truly I am envious."
Zook nods. "Knowledge gets you farther with mechanical foes than it does with the common thug. How may I be of service?"
: "Are there any weaknesses I should know of robots in general? Aside from electrical things, of course - if there are any. I should invest in more of those shock arrows if we come upon them."
Zook thinks for a moment before answering. "Robots as a general rule are too diverse in construction to have a series of common flaws. Electricity, of course, is the exception. The important thing to bear in mind with regard to fighting robots is that they are not alive. This presents a series of advantages and disadvantages. Living things are constructed with the intent to survive and propagate, and as such the vast, vast majority of their construction is toward that end. Blood, bone, heart, and the like. Machines, however, are built solely to achieve an end. Be that any manner of activity, mundane or extravagant, every scrap of metal in all but the rarest robots is devoted to achieving that end."
"Because of this, robots do not succumb as easily to debilitating injuries, but they do have vitals in a sense: parts fundamentally necessary in fulfilling the task put to them. Most commonly, a source of power, but there are also case-by-case examples, such as..." Zook fishes about in his parts satchel and retrives a disc with errant circuitry attached. "This. I got it off a Torch Eye. Near as I can tell, this was used as a focus for the beam, like when a particularly dastardly child uses a magnifying lens to burn insects."
*Faralon nods.*
: "And if that focus were to be removed, the laser would be lessened...or possibly even harmless? Fascinating..."
Zook shrugs. "The energy would lack focus, but there would be just as much. It may still be very dangerous."
: "Oh...I guess I would need to study a robot's source of power, then. Another spell I just learned might help me not be so helpless against such enemies...So that's another reason I have a bit of interest in this. But...I suppose we should head back to camp. We may be leaving the village soon."
*Faralon packs up some things he still had left out, including the bottle of sake.*
: "You go on ahead. I'll catch up with you." *He says with a smirk.*
Nodding, Zook picks up his manual and picks up from where he left off, both on the path and in the book.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Sep 14, 2005 3:34 am
((50 to the Healer should cover me as well. 0 - Daze, Detect Magic, Resistance, Disrupt Undead 1 - Ray of Enfeeblement, Magic Missile x 3 2 - Acid Arrow, Scorching Ray x 2, Web ))
Isyndel lay alone for what seemed like an eternity; sleep was preferable to sulking and tomorrow would be another day, she hoped. The Wizardess tossed and turned in her clothes in rapidly increasing frustration as sweat beaded on her forehead. Thoughts assailed her; memories of sights, smells, and sounds from recent events consumed any thoughts in return, and the two sides constantly struggled for her attention while sleep hid sheepishly in the background like a child hiding amongst rubble in a warzone.
Finally, she shot up and to her feet and strode outside to catch the breeze, neglecting to put on her boots. It wasn't long before she found a comfy place to lay outside; she did so without thought. Isyndel brushed tendrils of azure hair from her face as she craned and arched her neck, exhaling a deep sigh.
Sleet toed softly to her and nuzzled into her left arm. The little shadowy cat closed her eyes absently awake as she lay beside the Wizardess, and Isyndel gave a bit of a smile in spite of herself.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 14, 2005 4:53 am
Kethra grins sheepishly, her eyes narrowed with determination. "When I wander off on my own, I'm usually practicing, but I'll admit that sparing with someone else is a change of pace." She assumes a more offensive stance and smiles. "I won't go easy on you, but I don't expect you to go easy on me either." Figuring that they have wasted enough time talking, she strikes with a chop and high kick.
Attack 1: 23 [20 + 3]
Confirm: 20 [17 + 3]
Damage: 4 [2 + 2] or 8 if the crit was confirmed
Attack 2: 17 [14 + 3]
Damage: 10 [8 + 2]
"Very good," Kyoji comments. "But how do you fare against enemies with more than simple combat abilities?"
Kyoji lashes out again, then his form wavers and shimmers, disappearing from sight. The first blow with the larger practice sword struck, the second did not.
((20 and a 14. 9 damage, subdual.))
Kethra winces slightly from the blow, rather shocked when see watches Kyoji vanish. She knows full well that sight will not help her, she she tries to locate him by ear. Though she hears something behind her, she cannot tell if it is directly behind, or off to one side. Praying her intuition is correct, she spins around and strikes.
Kyoji emerges from directly behind Kethra, two more sword jabs slamming into her backside.
(( Hit, miss. 11 damage, subdual))
"The enemy will usually attack from your back if invisible, since this allows them the greatest chance to strike without retaliation," Kyoji says as he fades away again.
Kethra winces, the blows beginning to take their toll. She feels foolish for not remembering something so simple. Not willing to quit, however, she keeps her senses of hearing sharp to see if she can tell wether or not he has moved. She finds herself unable to hear anything, so she assumes a defensive position, watching carefully to try and parry his blows.
Kyoji onces more emerges behind Kethra and slams one of his practice swords into her. The sword hits something vital, however Kethra is able to dodge the second attack.
(( Hit. 17 subdual damage.))
Kethra's eyes widen when the sword slams into her, her vision blurring slightly. Her legs give out on her next and she sinks to the floor, unconscious.
Kethra soon awakes to a horrible stench. Kyoji is leaning over her, holding something under her nose.
"What the...?" she moans, her eyes slowly fluttering open. "Kyoji? Eww...what is that?"
"Smelling salts," Kyoji says, pulling his hand away and pocketing the packet he was holding. "I apologize for knocking you out. I didn't think I would cause that much damage."
Kethra sits up, rubbing her back slightly as she does so. "It's ok." She takes a moment to look around. "Where are we?"
"The same place we were before. It's unwise to move an injured person if it's not neccessary. You might compound the injury," Kyoji states. Kethra notices that she's right where she fell. "I'll accompany you to the healer to ensure that no permanent damage was caused, then I must make final preparations for the depature. Your technique is good, you managed to hit me twice, but you need to hone your senses. Not all enemies will attack with force. Many will wield subtlety and stealth."
----------
Later...
"You don't look especially well rested," Kyoji comments, as he walks by Isyndel, nursing a large bruise from his earlier sparring session with Kethra. "Something troubling you?"

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Sep 14, 2005 2:17 pm
"There was nothing I could do," Brand remembered one of his military instructors telling his class during a survival lecture, "So I took a nap." The birdman chuckled as he remembered a quip the man had liked to tell. "I once knew a man who wasn't hung at sunrise because he overslept the apointment."
The opportunity for sleep would be fleeting once the team departed. Best take it while he could. Smiling softly to himself at the opportunity to use an actual bed, the soldier crawled under the covers and was quickly asleep.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Sep 14, 2005 7:36 pm
You're worried about him, aren't you? Telithe asked, scrambling up the swashbucker's left side to perch on the same shoulder. If you think something is wrong, you should ask. Things aren't that simple, Ashathel replied, strolling slowly back to the room he'd been provided with. I'm sure he feels babied already. Lord knows how he managed to get them to let him go. Probably because I'm going along as well.
So let me get this straight... you worry about him, but won't let him know because you don't want him to feel like he's being chaperoned.
Yes.
Even though you are his chaperone.
Yes. No! Bah... why do I talk to you at all about these things? It's too complicated for you to understand, the elf responded.
Because all you creatures are completely out of your minds, Telithe replied, hopping down as both entered the room. I don't know why I bother...

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 15, 2005 12:12 am

QUOTE (TheUnknownMarine @ Tue Sep 13, 2005 11:53 pm)
"I'll accompany you to the healer to ensure that no permanent damage was caused, then I must make final preparations for the depature. Your technique is good, you managed to hit me twice, but you need to hone your senses. Not all enemies will attack with force. Many will wield subtlety and stealth."

"I feel like such a fool for not having grasped something that simple sooner," Kethra says grimly, her expression solemn. "If it had been a real battle..."
Before Kethra can say anything else, Damas leaves the corner he had backed up into and stands over her, his arms crossed over his chest. "Beating yourself up over it isn't going to help, either. You have to learn from your mistakes, and strive to improve the skills you lack in. Kyoji merely thought it best to teach you now, rather than in the middle of a fight where you could have been badly hurt, or killed." The young elf turns to Kyoji and grins. "Am I right?" He then turns back to Kethra and helps Kyoji pull her to her feet. "There is no doubt in my mind that you've learned from this, so keep his advice in mind, ok? Now, we should get you to the healer so we'll be ready when it's time to leave."
"Thank you Damas, Kyoji. I will keep what both of you have taught me in mind, and I promise to do my best to improve." Kethra winces slightly and a broken chuckle escapes her lips. "For now though, I'd really like to see that healer..."
((No reply needed TUM, since I assume Kyoji would agree with what Damas said anyway. As far as the healing, is each casting maxed out, or do they need to be rolled?))
LATER
Kethra emerages from the healer's home a few hours later, after her injuries have been treated. None of them were all that serious, but the healer thought it best that she be at full strength when departing. She bears a nice bruise on her back, but her shirt more than covers it up. "That's much better."
Damas walks out right behind her, one hand in his pocket and the other gripping his staff. He blows a few stray strands of his raven black hair away from his eyes and looks towards the monk, smiling. "I'm glad he didn't cause any serious damage."
Kethra grins sheepishly. "He didn't mean to hit me that hard, I'm sure. I think I hit him a little bit too hard as well. Sparing with him was sure a change of pace, but I feel like I've learned something."
"That's good." Damas grins while trying to supress laughter. "Oh, Li told me to tell you that you're never going to have a boyfriend if Kyoji keeps kicking your ass like that."
"Tell Li that I have no interest in men at the moment, at least in the way she's talking about." Kethra frowns.
"I'll be sure to later, but my little friend is taking a nap right now." Damas pauses for a moment then turns to Kethra again. "Maybe we should go find some of the others? I appreciate that you're willing to spend time with me, but having more than one friend is nice. I used to have quite a few, but not anymore... Not after... N-nevermind, you don't want to hear my dull stories."
Kethra continues to frown, gazing into his eyes. *Something isn't right with him...* she thinks to herself solemnly. *But I'm not going to force him to tell me either...* She forces a smile for his sake and places her hand on his shoulder. "If you say so. I wonder what the others are doing..." She takes off to find someone else to chat with, pulling Damas around with her.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 15, 2005 12:38 am
((They need to be rolled.)) The word goes out that the preparations have been made and that all are to meet in the outpost's entrance chamber for departure.

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 15, 2005 2:06 am
Ryhir heads back to the rooms the group had been assigned to gather his belongings. Quickly gathering the little he has, Ryhir's thoughts are already moving ahead to where they will be traveling, and what they might encounter on the way. He arrives with haste to the Entrance Chamber of the outpost, and finds himself the first to arrive. Shrugging, Ryhir leans up against a wall, and start eating an apple he had tucked away for a snack, and waits.

Posted by: Twitch Thu Sep 15, 2005 2:31 am
Gabriel left the healer and stretched out his muscles. "Some healer... didn't even get that damn kink out of my shoulder." Having attended to his last bit of business in selling his old sword he made his way back to the outpost to rejoin the group. Entering the outpost, he finds only Ryhir inside.
"I guess you and I are the only ones with a sense of punctuality. I'm Gabe by the way, I don't think I ever introduced myself." He said while extending his hand.

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 15, 2005 2:46 am
Ryhir grips the warriors hand at the wrist, and gives a firm energetic shake. "Ryhir. And I think we're rather eraly rather than on time. I imagine the others perhaps have more to attend to. Besides, I was there when Lady Yeesha gave the call to gather. Some of the others might not even know yet." Ryhir takes a large bite of his apple.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 15, 2005 2:47 am
((Ok then. Her first trip to the healer required 2 castings. Second trip took 5 castings. Kethra has forked over a total of 175 gp to the healer at the outpost. It's ok, she had over 900 anyway)) Kethra and Damas arrive together about a minute later, talking about something. When they get to the outpost, however, they cease their conversation and look at each other, then Ryhir and Gabriel.
"We heard the announcement while looking for the others, so we came right over." Kethra looks around a bit more, confused obviously. "I suppose we got here fairly quickly if the others aren't here yet."
Damas shrugs his shoulders and replies in a low tone. "They could have been in the middle of something when the announcement was made. Give them a few more minutes, I'm sure they'll be along." After his talk with Kethra, he decides to try and speak up to someone aside from her for once. "So, how are things going?" he asks Gabriel and Ryhir.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 15, 2005 3:16 am
Yeesha swiftly gathers up everyone that's not at the Entrance Chamber. : "Everyone ready? We've got to get moving!" Yeesha prods as she gets into the lead cart. "It's a day's journey to the port, then we've got to board the Nereid and sail to Iom's former provinces!"
The children, fey, and humanoids saved from the mansion gather to wave goodbye to their rescuers as the outpost's hidden gates swing open and the carts move through.
Hours pass as you travel towards the port city again. An old trail through the forest guides you towards your destination. The air is alive with the sounds and sights of living green, giving you a welcome rest. It is late afternoon when an odd sound breaks the peace of the idyllic landscape. Suddenly, Kyoji holds up a hand to stop, tilting his head. He leaps onto the nearest tree and begins to climb.
: "Halt. I hear something and do not know what. I'm trying to get a better look."
Kyoji climbs nimbly up a tree and looks around from his perch. However, it soon becomes apparent he needn't have bothered.
: "Everyone stay down! Keep quiet!" Kyoji urges as he adjusts his position to hide himself.
Theme: http://magic19.homestead.com/files/shagohad.mp3
Seen clearly for most of the group through a gap in the trees, far away, is a massive machine being towed through the air by a quartet of smaller machines. The construct is massive, as evidenced by the fact that it's clearly visible, but must be at least half a mile away.
Cedric, Gabriel, Kethra and Ryhir hear a sound similar like wind blowing very hard coming from the flying machines.
Cedric, Ryhir, Damas, and Kethra can see the machine better than most of the others as they managed to find better spots to view the thing.
The flying machines are sleek, with the exception of twin large protrustions on their sides. They look about the size of a medium sized dragon each, and they are shaped oddly, like nothing you've ever seen before.
The machine being towed is far more massive, easily the size of a house. Objects you've come to know are weapons stud the sides and front of the costruct, and it looks like a box with four squat, robotic legs and a smaller box serving as a "head".
This convoy flies slowly away from you, apparently not noticing the group.

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 15, 2005 3:17 am
Ryhir shrugs and smiles. "Well enough. Looking forward to the road again. Especially with the nice weather. With the season fading, might as well enjoy it while it lasts..." he responds, before taking another bite from the apple. Then Yeesha sweeps in, bringing along the rest of the party. Grinning, he lets the rest of the caravan pass, and finds himself a seat on the back of the last cart. Finishing off his apple, he perks up and begins rear watch as they resume their journey.
~~~~~~~
As Kyoji gives ot the alarm, Ryhir also hears a noise, like a large wind gusting. He gets up and stands apon the cart, managing to get a glimpse of what is causeing the noise. "Thats... wow..." Ryhir just kinda trails off before hurredly jumping cart to not be noticable.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 15, 2005 3:35 am
Damas shrugs his shoulders, managing a meek smile. "I suppose I'm doing pretty well, all things considered." LATER Kethra's ears twitch slightly, picking up on the sound of wind blowing very hard. From her position, she can also see the machine. However, she decides that unless it is a threat, there is no need to freak out, but she moves into a position to be less noticeable.
Damas sees the machine also and his ruby red eyes widen. "What the...? Ok, now I think I've seen everything..." The mage also finds a place where he can watch and not risk being spotted.

Posted by: Twitch Thu Sep 15, 2005 3:49 am
Gabe shook Ryhir's hand, "Even though I feel like I could sleep a good day or two away, I've been feeling a bit antsy myself, never was much for staying in one place too much." LATER Gabe tensed up as he heard the sudden blast of wind, expecting the worst his hand jerked up to his sword hilt, as his eyes darted wildly around their surroundings.
"What the hell is that sound? Where the hell's it coming from?" he barked, still confused as to the source of the noise.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 15, 2005 4:05 am
A change had come over the noble Cedric following the crisis at the mansion. During the days spent at the ninja hide away, he had kept to himself in intense meditation. When he broke from this focus, he seemed withdrawn and distant. However, at their departure his brooding countenance has been lifted. He seems strangely at peace and even the sight of the massive floating fortress does not daunt him. Instead he laughs richly, the sound encouraging the hearts of those around him. His voice is confident, a confidence supported by righteous faith, and rich with amusement, "Magnificent weapons... Yet only stones thrown by children before the Gods. All their ancient knowledge and they still lack the wisdom to cease their petty rebellion."
[Charisma 15 + 5 = 20 (Encouragement)]
Edit: OOC: Petty in purpose not scale.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Sep 15, 2005 10:26 am
((Spot: 9 + 6 = 15 Listen: 2 + 8 = 10 Kno[Tech]: 8 + 13 = 21 Kno[Ancients]: 16 + 10 = 26 To be filled in once briefed.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 15, 2005 2:26 pm
((I forgot, but those who passed the 15 Spot also tell that from the machine's condition, they've seen combat recently. Dents and a few rends are scattered on the inert robot's frame.))

Posted by: Aldur Thu Sep 15, 2005 4:34 pm
BEFORE Amelios sat down, meditating, and musing over the past happenings, let the divine powers recharge and come back to him. He smiled as it was done, and then was practically grabbed by Yeesha. LATER: Amelios frowns as he sees the machine contingent. He strains his eyes, but doesn't notcie much out of the ordinary about them. He looks at Cedric, chuckling at his statement, nodding in agreement. "So then My friends...do we fight them...? Or do we leave them and continue our own quest, perhaps leaving innocent people in danger? An easy choice...is it not?"
((SPELL LIST CHANGE:
Level 0: Guidance, Resistance, Cure Minor Wounds, Light and Read Magic.
Level 1: Cure Light wounds, Magic Weapon, Blast 1, Domain spell Entangle.
Level 2: Cure Moderate Wounds, Bull's Strength, Domain spell Cure Moderate Wounds.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 15, 2005 4:37 pm
Cedric lays a hand on the shoulder of the Cleric, a determined look in his eyes, "No, my friend. The time has not yet come for us to cast them down from the heavens. Our fate lays with Iom. I have seen it."

Posted by: Aldur Thu Sep 15, 2005 5:26 pm
"It does not hold well with me to let these...abombinations do as they please while others run in terror. Iom? That always puzzled me, didn't Prince Nick deal with him?" The Kyantol Cleric turned to face Yeesha inquiringly.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 15, 2005 6:49 pm
Cedric continues stares into the distance, calm confidence written across his face, "Great evil is at work in the land of Iom. The Goddess has shown me this in a vision." He turns, looking back at Amelios, "Let us pray that that foul spirit has not be resurrected, for without the blade of Hajya the world would be in dire danger."

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 15, 2005 7:01 pm
Ryhir piped up. "Beyond any matters of fate," he says, his tone making it clear he puts little stock in some fate assigned to them from a godess, "I doubt they'll be causing much troubles." He points at the larger one. "It's been damaged, and looks like it's not operating under it's own power. It's either salvage, or something chewed it hard. My only thought is, what could chew up a thing like that... Which brings up my second point. What COULD we do to those? Nothing significant, I imagine. Let them pass, then we can continue on..."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 15, 2005 7:25 pm
"I am not a firm believer of fate myself, and I have to agree with Ryhir. They don't look like they'll be causing us any trouble." Damas leans on his staff a bit, watching as the machines pass. "Unless they attack us or this town, I think we should be on our way."
"Yes, I agree." Kethra crosses her arms over her chest. "We should be off as soon as possible."
((This is why the 'Deity' part of the character sheet is not marked for either of them ))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Sep 15, 2005 8:02 pm
Zook's brow darkened as he saw the robots. He sought out those with a fondness for taking charge, namely Brand, Cedric, Merkass, and Yeesha. He briefed them in a low voice, wary of the machines' sensory capabilities. "The smaller, flying robots are called AeroHaulers. Designed primarily to tow heavy cargo by air. The big one," he gestured to the damaged hulk the 'Haulers carried, "looks to be a Behemoth, mark II, most likely. Behemoth-IIs were--are, I should say--built to withstand and deliver monstrous amounts of damage; they usually spearheaded assaults."
"Now, I defer to the superior tacticians among us," he continued, "but it appears that they're retreating to or heading toward a battle of some kind, depending on how fresh the damage on the Behemoth is. I'd advise to let them pass."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 15, 2005 8:46 pm
: "I heard from Chief Ozukai that the robots seemed to be packing up and heading towards the eastern coast. Perhaps this is part of the force that's on the move," Kyoji whispers. "In any case, they're far out now... I think it's safe to resume travel."
The group resumes travelling, and by the end of the day, they have returned to the port city. In no time at all, Yeesha is readying the Last Nereid for a return voyage home. As workers haul supplies onto the ship and crewmen check to make sure that all is in order, Yeesha sits in the middle of the ship, reading a book while Kyoji leans over the ship's railing, gazing out on the city.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 15, 2005 9:10 pm
Kethra catches a glimpse of Kyoji while she walking around with Damas and stops, turning to the elven sorcerer beside her. "Why don't you go mingle with the others? I'd like to talk to Kyoji, if that's ok." "I don't think they're really going to want to talk to me," Damas replies in a solemn tone.
"Oh come on, not all of them are going to be mean to you. I fact, I'm almost sure that they want you to talk to them. Having friends is never a bad thing." Kethra smiles reassuringly.
Kethra's smile brings a shy smile to Damas' face, and he heads off to mingle with the others onboard.
Kethra chuckles lightly and walks over to the railing of the ship, gazing out at the city. "There sure is a nice view of the city from here, isn't there?" She turns her gaze towards Kyoji and grins sheepishly. "Are you alright?" It is now she catches glimpse of the bruise and frowns. "Eesh, did I do that? Sorry..."
((Eh, thought he'd still be sporting the bruise. They don't fade that quick ))

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 15, 2005 9:12 pm
Where Kyoji stares into the city, Ryhir's eyes see nothing but the sea. As always, he's slightly awed by the sight old the vast plane of water. A rolling desert of water...

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Sep 15, 2005 9:29 pm
Satisfied that his equipment was properly stored below, and that there would be suitable space for at least some work during the voyage, Zook went above deck, nose twitching in the warm salt air. He came to stand beside Rhyir, overlooking the ocean. He spoke, after a time, his face still turned toward the vast expanse of water.
"Daunting, is it not?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 15, 2005 9:52 pm
: "Hmmmm?" Kyoji asks, being roused from his reverie and turning to see Kethra. "Oh. Greetings. The bruise? I thank you for your concern, but I'm all right. You need not apologize."

Posted by: Aldur Thu Sep 15, 2005 9:53 pm
Amelios stalked below, a little stung. He knew that they needed to press on, yet...What would happen to any village or innocent passerby if they were left unchecked? He slammed his fist into the wall and sighed. Such Abombinations! Roaming this land as if they own it...And I am powerless to stop them...for now, at least. The Cleric sighed, and got up on deck, and noted Damas, wandering over to him.
"How are you faring friend?"

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 15, 2005 10:27 pm
"Daunting? I suppose that could be..... The sea is certainly a force to be reckoned with...." Ryhir spoke, then shook his head, clearing the hold the sight had on him. "It's just good to be on our way, in any case. How do you fare? Any great like or dislike of boats?" he asks with a small grin.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 15, 2005 10:33 pm
Kethra chuckles to herself a bit. "That's funny, because whenever I shrug off injuries, people call me stubborn." The half elf pauses for a moment, trying to think of something else to say. "You know, Kyoji, we've been travelling together for a little while now, but we've never really just talked. Sparing and training is important, but getting to know your companions is important too." She smiles and looks out to the city for a moment, then back to him. "But if you don't feel comfortable talking about yourself just yet, that's ok too."
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"Hmm?" Damas turns around to face Amelios, smiling shyly at the kyantol cleric. "I suppose I'm doing pretty well at the moment. There are a few things that are almost always on my mind which tend to make my mood a little sour, but I don't really feel like talking about it. Besides, I don't want to bore you with my sob stories..." He sighs and tries not to think about it for now. "Enough about me, though. What about you?"
Li finally peeks out from the folds of Damas' cloak and crawls up onto the sorcerer's left shoulder. Rather than speaking, however, she perches herself there, staring at Amelios with her beady little eyes.

Posted by: Aldur Thu Sep 15, 2005 10:41 pm
Amelios grins at Li, and then looks to Damas, chuckling a little. The Kyantol moves to the sdie a little, leaning against the rail. "I am a good listener however, it's somewhat ingrained in my profession. I listen to the most mundane troubles, and the most serious. Why I remember...Old Mrs. Murdock when make me sit for hours because she'd lost her cake recipe, and how Ethel from next door was bothering her. And after that...ordeal? Little else could be as boring to me. But I digress. I am fine, a little peeved that group fo robots went on without us...seeing to them? Damanable abominations. But anyhow, is this your familiar?"
The Cleric turns around to look inquiringly at the Sorceror, and then down at the animal on his shoulder. He looked at Damas, wondering why anyone would be so damn...antisocial.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 15, 2005 10:45 pm
: "With the exception of occasional conversations and sparring with Merkass, Ryhir, Cedric, Brand and yourself, along with a pair of discussions with Isyndel, no one seems to wish to speak with me. I do not have a problem speaking, I merely have a tendency to keep to myself as you've no doubt noticed," Kyoji says, looking back to the city. "To be honest, first I was wary of this group. I did not trust many of you. But I've seen your actions and have come to the conclusion that most, if not all of this group have their hearts and minds in the right place."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Sep 15, 2005 10:48 pm
Zook chuckled. "I bear no dislike of the sea, but I have no love of boats. Such fickle things -- in mountains, on dry land, it would take the wrath of a god to shift you, but aboard a ship you're at the mercy of an errant wind. Not ideal for steady work, to be sure."
The tinker sighed, sweeping a small arm out towards the ocean. When he spoke, his voice was tinged with a kind of sadness. "Almost infinite," he said, slowly, "almost. The sea, in all its vastness and power, is mysterious, perhaps beyond the ken of mortal minds." He withdrew his watch, and threw it overboard. It skipped a few times, before ultimately sinking beneath the surface. "Unfathomable depths beyond our knowledge and perception, our own meager efforts dwarfed by the sheer volume of that which is not known."
A smile crept across his face. "But then, it is those depths into which scientists travel, seeking to light the paths of the unknown, to make that which is not known knowable. It would take lifetimes upon lifetimes to even begin to take catalog of just how finite our knowledge is. As a boy, I was awed by what the Ancients accomplished, but now as I travel I can begin to see just how limited even they were. My awe is reserved now for the future, the unbridled potential of our minds. It is truly inspiring, yes, but... daunting."
Zook inhaled suddenly, the air stinging his nostrils as he turned to Rhyir. "A journeyman," he said, "a journeyman is what one must be, then."

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 15, 2005 11:01 pm
Ryhir regards Zook with a look of amused curiousity and interest as he speaks, and throws his watch into the water. "A journeyman, eh?" Ryhir laughes. "Well, we are on a journey, and we are men. But have you truely no awe left for the here and now? There is still much to be wondered at, many sights to amaze." Ryhir looks out to the sea once more. "I have no doubt we'll see such on our journey."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Sep 15, 2005 11:08 pm
Zook shakes his head. "I have respect and profound admiration for what is and what has been, but in the face of what can and could and will be, no, it no longer holds my awe." Chuckling, he continues. "But then, I think we are still nearer to the beginning of our journey than the end, so that may change. As my mentor was fond of saying, 'the biggest mind is an open one'."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 15, 2005 11:13 pm
Kethra blushes a little, flustered because of Kyoji's comments. "I appreciate you saying that. Not many people compliment me nowadays." She chuckles a little and looks towards the others on deck. "Many of us have their own problems, I'm sure, but when push comes to shove, we all work together pretty well. That's not to say we still don't need some work, though."
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"I am sure you are a good listener, but I'm just not ready to talk about my more serious troubles. Hearing that others are faring well is welcome news, though." Damas looks down at Li for a moment, then back to Amelios. "Oh, you mean Li? Yes, she is my familiar. She can be quite annoying sometimes, but she's my friend and I tell her everything." The young sorcerer leans on the railing and looks down at the water, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "To tell you the truth, when Kethra told me to mingle with the others, I was nervous. I didn't think that I was going to fit in anywhere, because sorcerers are usually loners. Not many people understand us, and wizards often look down on us. My power may stem from a different source, but focus and discipline are required to keep my spells from going crazy. I'm not very religious, I'll admit, but I am thankful for my gift, and I intend to use it for good." He falls silent for a moment, his expression solemn now. "I just have trouble excepting that everything happens for a reason... How can there be a reason for countless innocents dying...?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 15, 2005 11:17 pm
Kyoji chuckles. "When I said 'your actions', I meant the group as a whole. You're still included in the group, though, so I suppose it would still be a compliment. In any case, yes, the team works better under pressure than I thought it would. It can improve, but things always can."

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 15, 2005 11:20 pm
"Well, I hope you find our journey to bring some awe then. If you only hold it for what could be, then you will never truely feel it. Forever it will be 'This, this is impressive, but it could be more.' And perhaps it could be. But it seems a colorless view..." Ryhir says to the tinkerer.
Nt really waiting for a reply, Ryhir decides to move on to a new subject. "So what fruits have your labors born of late? More things to add a 'bang' to our adventures?"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Sep 15, 2005 11:32 pm
Zook's eyes light up. He answers, smiling. "I have something in the works with regard to exoskeletal schemata... powered combat armor. It is, in essence, a piloted robot, not dissimilar to the mounts warriors ride to enhance their mobility. Of course," he added, grin widening. "Few and far between are the mounts on Rune that can do what I have planned."

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 15, 2005 11:38 pm
"No, I imagine not..." Ryhir replies with a grin, though a little bit confused. Technologly, like most things new to him, held an interest for Ryhir. Now if I only understood what 'exoskeletal schemata' meant....

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Sep 15, 2005 11:49 pm
Zook nods, continuing enthusiastically. "My eventual goal is flight. I should, in time, have the expertise to lift hulking machines into the air, and perhaps not long after render them capable of manuevering as nimbly there as on land. Flight is, ultimately, an artistic thing, one where grace of design must be merged with sheer power and functionality."

Posted by: Aldur Thu Sep 15, 2005 11:56 pm
:"I'll be completely honest with you. Sorceror's might be loners...yet, what do YOU want? Wizards look down on you? Prove them wrong rather than wither at their gaze. Stand tall, and with resolve. The petty mumblings of a few mean nothing. And have you tried talking to the few wizards with us? Or have you let the usual Sorceror's VS Wizard's thing cloud your mind? Ah there I go...but more to the point. Many ignroe the fact that the Gods gave us free will for a reason. We determine what we do in life and get judged. Think it through...these things matter because of mortals usually. And when that mortal dies, they get judged. No one goes unpunished. As for everything happens for a reason? I don't think that's it at all. Fate is often used by charlatans to cover their misdeeds. You shoudl act how you feel, and the Gods judge accordingly!"
Amelios grins sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. a light redness on his cheek from his somewhat passionate speech. "I tend to get...carried away."

Posted by: Kyosokun Fri Sep 16, 2005 12:08 am
"Flight." Ryhir says the word with passion, and his eyes glow. "Now that would truely be a thing to bring awe. To fly as the birds do, to be carried with the wind, to have that kind of grace..." Ryhir says, letting his mind try to comprehend the thought. "That, my friend, would be a thing to bring awe..." he repeats.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Sep 16, 2005 12:20 am
Zook nods. "If I can achieve such a thing, it would be enough that I could retire, never having laid hand on another tool, and die happy. But a scientist's work is to lay the foundation for what is to come. It is sad to think, as you said, that the fruits of your labor may not be seen for generations. But it cannot be a deterrent, a cause to lay down arms. I seek inspiration from it, and in so doing am frankly overwhelmed with possibility. Perhaps developing flight would ground me in the here and now." Zook smiled at the irony. "'The inventor's mind is never satisfied.', it is said. I hope, with time, I can find the happy medium between complacency and restlessness. For now, there is today, and there is tomorrow, and there is I, a journeyman between the two."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Sep 16, 2005 1:03 am
Damas listens to Amelios intently, the cleric's words encouraging him. After a little while, he looks back to the kyantol and smiles wryly. "It's perfectly alright Amelios, you're right. I can't let fear or stereotypes get in my way of what I want in life. Anything worth having is worth fighting for. Things have happened that are painful and that I don't understand, but I have to try my best to make it right." The young elf bows slightly. "Thank you. I feel better now, after talking with you. Is there...anything else you'd like to talk about?"

Posted by: Kyosokun Fri Sep 16, 2005 1:17 am
"Now that is a view I can appreciate." Ryhir declares with a smile. Before he can say anything more though, a grumbling comes from his stomach. "Hmmm. Seems I need a bit more than an apple to travel through till tomorrow." he says a bit sheepishly. "I'll catch you later, seems I need to find myself something to eat..." And with that and a wave, Ryhir heads off to find something to eat.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Sep 16, 2005 2:21 am
((If we've been out for more than one day, can I assume one of our clerics have healed me? If not, let me know how many days we've spent, so I know how many hp to restore.)) Brand seeks out the lady Yeesha shortly after the group leaves port.
"Pardon me, my lady." he says with his customary wry grin, remembering their first conversations. "I lost most of my gear when my cart was destroyed, and that unfortunately included my maps. You wouldn't happen to have a map of the lands around us, especially the eastern coasts? I'd like to put the time we have to good use."
"Sometimes enemy movements can tell you more about their intentions than anything else you find. I'd like to plot where we've run into enemies, and where they were coming from. We saw reinforcements arriving at Yeeshas. We passed a team leaving combat earlier. Perhaps if we plot everything we know onto a map, it will give us some more information that what we have now."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 16, 2005 2:34 am
((I think you mean Dava's.)) "Maps? No, I don't have any. There's a cartographer somewhere here... Here, I'll cast a Comprehend Languages spell on you so you can talk and buy your maps. I'll pay for them since they're of use to the group," Yeesha states, searching for her spellbook.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Sep 16, 2005 2:58 am
Kethra smiles wryly, her cheeks turning pink. "Well, things were a bit rough at first, but I think as a group, we're improving all the time. I used to be scared to death of talking to people I didn't know." She chuckles. "A silly thing, isn't it? To be scared of socializing with another. Countless horrors lurk under the earth and beneath the waves, yet somehow the common man finds that his greatest fear is not that which might actually cause him harm, but that which might actually benefit him," Kyoji says.
"It is silly," Kethra admits sheepishly, chuckling a little bit. "Talking with others will not always benefit you, but I'm finding that most of the time, it has."
"True," Kyoji says.
"Kyoji...why don't you tell me a little about yourself?" Kethra smiles. "I'm not going to force you, but I am curious."
"About myself?" Kyoji asks. "What would you know?"
"Only simple things, really. Like what kind of things you like to do in your free time." Kethra grins. "I'm not quite sure if men are touchy on the subject of age or not, though. It doesn't really matter, I'm just curious. Don't feel pressured to share." Chuckles.
"I am twenty six," Kyoji says. "Free time... I don't have a lot of that. I usually spend most of time on missions or training, or meditating. Sometimes, though, I simply stop and observe people. The flow and interactions of people on this world of ours is very complex. Many stories intertwined as one. I do the same for nature at times," Kyoji says.
"Not having a lot of time to yourself must be stressful at times," Kethra says.
"I suppose, but its part of the discipline we ninja instill ourselves with," Kyoji says. "You should know this. You are a monk, trained in some of the same traditions."
"Yes, I suppose I do understand how that feels. The training and tests to become a full fledged monk were the hardest things I've ever done," Kethra says. "That's probably because I've always been a stubborn person. I'm beginning to wonder just when I'm going to grow out of that."
"If you consciously work at it, you could grow out of it soon, I think," Kyoji states. "What school trained you?"
"I was trained in a remote monastery in the northern hills and mountains. I'd actually lived there since I was an infant." Kethra looks over the edge of the ship and sighs. "I don't even know who my parents were."
"I see," Kyoji says. “My condolences."
"It's ok. I would have liked to know them, as I'm sure they were good people, but who knows where they could be now." Kethra looks over her shoulder. "So, am I to be 'interrogated' next?" she asks sarcastically.
"What?" Kyoji asks.
"I was wondering if you were going to start asking about me, is all."
"If you wish that I do not, I won't," Kyoji says, simply.
"I don't mind talking about myself," Kethra replies. "Though there isn't much to tell."
"Your tone, moments earlier suggested otherwise," Kyoji says.
"There are certain...things that upset me a little when brought up, but everyone has at least one bad memory as far as I can tell."
"True," Kyoji notes. "You are from Cypress, then?"
"I lived in that monastery most of my life, but I don't remember where I was born. I was too young."
"Yes, but the monastery was in Cypress?" Kyoji asks.
"Yes, it was."
"I know of the monastery there that trained the monks Cray and Luke. Was it the same?" Kyoji asks.
"Those names are indeed familiar to me."
"I see. It is a well known school. You should be proud you trained there," Kyoji states.
"I am, and I hope to make my teachers proud as well. There are still things I need to improve on, and it may be hard, but I will do my best." Kethra smiles. "Is there anything...else you wish to know?"
"What made you accept this call to arms on the kingdom's behalf?" Kyoji asks.
"I wanted to do something for the good of my fellow man," Kethra states. "Money and fame mean very little to me."
"As I thought. You didn't seem to be one for money," Kyoji says.
"I never saw the need for riches. So long as you have what you need to get by, there isn't much use complaining about how little you have."
"Agreed," Kyoji states.
"I wonder if there is anything I forgot to tell you..." Kethra pauses for a moment to think. "Ah, I forgot a couple of things. I'm 27 years old, but half elves age differently than humans, so I'm about 18 or so physically. I don't have too many hobbies. I could never get into reading for fun, because I prefer to be moving around. The only hobby I can think of off the top of my head is that I like dancing."
"A graceful art," Kyoji says.
"The funny thing is that I've never actually danced in front of anyone." Kethra chuckles.
"Why?" Kyoji asks.
"I don't know really. Maybe I'm nervous about messing up and falling on my face or something like that." Kethra grins sheepishly. "That's kind of silly, I know. I'll have to dance for the group sometime, but for now I think I'm going to go train and meditate. I've got a lot of things on my mind, and I need to clear my head."
"I think most of us do. Fare well, then," Kyoji says.
"Farewell." Kethra smiles and walks off, going below deck.
((Kethra has leveled up due to RP experience. I will send my level up later ^^ I'll also probably do something with Damas if I can catch anyone on AIM tomorrow))

Posted by: Twitch Fri Sep 16, 2005 3:20 am
Gabe silently stood by the port side of the boat, looking over the water below. "Gods, how do I hate the sea..." he said as he turned away from the side. Looking around, he spotted Yeesha at the center of the boat. Putting on his best proper facade, he spoke.
"Excuse me, Lady, when you have a moment, there's something I need some assistance with."
Damn, I hate being so proper, it's not even me, she probably sees right through it.

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