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Posted by: Rusty Thu Sep 16, 2004 7:24 pm
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Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 16, 2004 7:40 pm
A pair of healers arrive to take Kiterra's body away for a resucitation attempt by the local priest as everyone awaits Ivella's questions.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 16, 2004 9:46 pm
((OOC: Well since EXP has not been determined and money hasn't been split up, I will post my prepared spells for when I get the chance to do so Cantrips (Level 0): Cure Minor Wounds, Detect Magic, Guidance, Mending, Read Magic Level 1: Divine Favor, Doom, Inflict Light Wounds, Shield of Faith, Lesser Blaze*
Level 2: Find Traps, Inflict Moderate Wounds, Zone of Truth, Produce Flame*
Level 3: Continual Flame, Inflict Serious Wounds, Protection from Elements*
* Domain Spell))
Myala remains silent as Kittera's body is taken away, tears still staining her pale cheeks. She wipes them away with the sleeve of her robe and waits for the questioning to begin.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 16, 2004 10:05 pm
((Money WAS split up, weren't you paying attention? One moment while I get that info. Thank you for the EXP reminder, I'll get that too. Knight said: ((Alright. After everything is said and done, 3 gems on the giant are worth 3000 gp. He also has 100 platinum which amounts to 1000 gp. Finally, the equipment on everyone else amounts to 4000 gp. There's also an extra floating 250 gp I found earlier that's getting put into a potions fund. An easy way I figured to divvy this up was use 3250 for potions, since we need them desperately. The remaining 5000 could be used as an equipment upgrade fund that can work with your own personal cash to upgrade your armor, weapons, tools, or whatever you need. Just remember to be courteous to your fellow teammates. We can deliberate on this as well if you feel either fund is too high or too low.))
XP is: 1,500 for everyone.
+500 for Felix and Ivellas for their previous mini battle.

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Sep 16, 2004 10:11 pm

QUOTE ("Dark Maiden")
OOC: Well since EXP has not been determined and money hasn't been split up, I will post my prepared spells for when I get the chance to do so

QUOTE ("Knight_019")
((Alright. After everything is said and done, 3 gems on the giant are worth 3000 gp. He also has 100 platinum which amounts to 1000 gp. Finally, the equipment on everyone else amounts to 4000 gp. There's also an extra floating 250 gp I found earlier that's getting put into a potions fund. An easy way I figured to divvy this up was use 3250 for potions, since we need them desperately. The remaining 5000 could be used as an equipment upgrade fund that can work with your own personal cash to upgrade your armor, weapons, tools, or whatever you need. Just remember to be courteous to your fellow teammates. We can deliberate on this as well if you feel either fund is too high or too low.))

*Ivellas approaches Simone and outstretches his hand to take hers.
: Hello, Simone. My name is Ivellas. What would compel anyone to attack you like that?

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 16, 2004 11:02 pm
((OOC: I must have spaced out or something, give me a break. I've been feeling quite miserable as of late. Thank you for the info, btw, I appreciate it. I think the amounts for the mentioned funds are more than sufficent Knight))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Sep 17, 2004 12:02 am
((Ivellas has reached level 6! HP increase by 14! BAB increases by 1! Wilderness Lore increases +1! Spot increases +1!
Hoof damage increases to 1d6!
Size increases to Large! (-1 AC, -1 attack, plethora of other things that only I need to care about)))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 17, 2004 12:10 am
((IM, and since the boards now have an image limit, I can't post avvies for these big convos like I used to...)) "I... I'm not sure..." Simone says quietly. "I think it had to do with my dreams, I was telling one of my friends about a dream of mine, and this man passed by, heard it, got all pale and ran off. Since then, I've had people asking me about my dreams alot, people I know and people I don't know..."
*Ivellas thinks for a moment. He knew he had to get information from her, but this must be sensitive. Especially if the subject of her dreams could cause such emotions in others*
"What could possibly be in your dreams that would cause such an uproar?"
"I don't know either... They're always so wierd and vivid... There was one dream, back when I was little... I dreamt that the Runefaust Army invaded and it came true... Then I dreamt I was talking with the Hero Max after finishing reading the book my family has... Everyone thought it was very strange that the dream about the invasion came true, but no one could make out the other dreams... Recently though... They've been more of the same. Vivid and strange, they can't be visions..."
"We should probably discuss this more in a more secure area than in the open. Maybe you could tell us more about yourself and what you do?"
"Sure..." Simone says as she looks around. "We can go to my house, it's not far. Should be safe."
"Let's do that, if it's not a burden to you"
"I'm going too, if that's alright," Daran says. "If something happens, you might need backup."
"Good idea. I'd like to take Jath, too, but I think he should be left in charge of the others"
"OK then, let's go!" Simone says as she leads the way to a small, single room house in the bad part of town. "I used to live in a much nicer house, but it burned down during the invasion... My parents and I moved to another house for a bit, but they got sick and died, so I ended up having to come here."
"I'm sorry for your loss. Now, what makes you believe that these new dreams aren't visions whereas your other ones were?"
"Well, the only one I think was a vision was the one about the invasion... I had more, but I don't think they ever came true..." Simone says as she hops onto a chair. "As for the new dreams... They can't be real. They're too far out."
"You never know. How strange are they?"
"Well..." Simone shifts uncomfortibly. "I had a dream in which I saw all these skeletons and monsters bowing before Queen Anri, but that's crazy! Everyone loves Queen Anri, she's the best ruler we've ever had... She's been nothing but kind and caring... I even met her once, when I had a dream about Max and someone told her about my visions!"
"You're certainly right... that is quite odd. You haven't seen anything concerning the Strife Lords in your visions, have you?"
Simone wrinkles her nose. "What's a Strife Lord?"
"Hmmm... maybe I should rephrase that. Have you seen anything concerning a group of people leading attacks on Guardiana or the like? Possibly someone that looks like... [description of Erebus]?"
"What? You've seen the guy in the scary armor too?" Simone asks, surprised. "I... I didn't think he was real... How could he be?"
"It seems he is. He is a member of the Strife Lords I mentioned..." Ivellas says while looking around. "They've concerned themselves with taking over all of Rune and converting it to their evil intentions."
"I find it interesting you mentioned the undead, though. During the first part of our tour outside of Guardiana, Manarina was being advanced upon by a series of undead, and even before that we came upon a temple or base of some sort of the Strife Lord's cult that was littered with undead"
"I... I had a dream about him... He was standing with two others, and they were laughing... Laughing so hard as this crystalline tower rose from the town square in Guardiana... It pulsated with darkness and the city... Vanished...." Simone says, fear in her eyes as she relives the dream. "Then I dreamt of a statue in a temple... It was of a man in plate armor and tears were coming down from his stone cheeks. Then his sword flared brilliantly and vanished..."
"What did the man look like?"
"Later on, I dreamt of Max again, but he was older... He was travelling with some others in a far off land... Eh? The man?"
"Was he anyone familiar, or was he just someone?"
*Thoughts of Erebus' description of Ivellas' father crying before he died flash through his mind*
Simone pauses for a moment. "He looked very strong... but gentle too... I don't know who he was..."
"Sorry for interrupting. You can continue"
"Anyway, I saw Max travelling... And I saw him fighting one of the three... A fearsome figure with fire where its head should be... I could swear he looked at me and asked for help..." Simone says quietly, then she looks up. "Do you... Do you think Queen Anri's right and that he's not dead after all? Max, I mean. I met him once a long time ago... Just after the invasion, he and the Force were making sure everyone was OK... He checked in on my house and made sure we were OK... I was crying, but when I saw him and the look on his face... I just felt better..." Simone says, distantly. Then she shakes her head. "I'm sorry, sometimes I get caught up in my reminiscing..."
"I wish I knew... I really wish I knew. If our paths are the same, and with what you're suggesting, they are, it's quite possible we'll find out"
Simone is quiet for a bit.
"Thanks... Thanks again. I've had a lot of dreams, but these are the ones I truly hope do not come true..." Simone says,
"Would you like to come with us? I wouldn't like to leave you alone to another attack."
Simone shakes her head. "No... No, I better not. I don't want you getting dragged up in this... I'll be moving on shortly anyway. There's not much for me here, anyway. Not anymore..."
"I don't feel that your presence would be a burden. I am concerned with your safety and doing the right thing, but if that is how you are certain that you feel, then of course you may do as you wish"
Simone nods again. "Thank you... Will that be all? I guess I need to start packing..."
"That should be all. You've been a great help. Thank you."
"You're welcome, but thank you," Simone says again, glancing quickly at Daran before returning her gaze to Ivellas. Ivellas takes notice of a slight red tinge to the young woman's cheeks as she does so.
*On his way out of the house, Ivellas walks up to Daran, looking as though he is ready to give him some kind of an order, possibly concerning them being finished here and they should report back to the barracks or meet up with the group. However, he leans over to whisper into his ear.* "I'd like to talk to her a bit to make sure she's really alright. She's probably a bit intimidated by me. I'm going to wait outside in case anyone comes by needing something."
Daran nods, quickly. "Roger!" Then he heads back inside.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Sep 17, 2004 3:05 am
Solomon waits until he sees Ivellas standing outside of the building, then approaches. "I overheard your conversation, and would like to learn more about these strife lords and the threat to your lands, if you have the time to tell of it." The android asks quietly.

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Sep 17, 2004 3:53 am
*Seeing Solomon having eavesdropped on the conversation, he feels a slight bit of anger, but he suppresses it. However, something he cannot suppress is his shock at hearing discussion of the Strife Lords outside of a private, enclosed area, regardless of how quiet. Quickly, he speaks up, but hushed nonetheless*
: ~Quietly~ I'm going to have to ask you not mention them outside where someone might hear, and thus draw attention of that manner toward ourselves. I can fill you in within the safety of our barracks, however. If you could wait a few minutes, I'm waiting on Daran, who's still inside. We can continue when he comes out.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 17, 2004 4:04 am
After a while, Daran comes out with a goofy grin on his face. "She says she's OK, and she's planning to move to Alterone, she's got some relatives there who will take her in," Daran says, then his grin drops. "Apparently she's been chased around by these cultists for a while now... She thinks if she can get to Alterone and lay low for a bit while the guards sort out this mess, she'll be OK..." Daran says, before his goofy grin pops back on his face. "So she'll be all right. I told her we'd check in on her once she's settled in," Daran looks around, then says, as if unable to contain himself, "And she said I was handsome!!!"

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 17, 2004 4:05 am
((Felix reaches level SIX. + 1 Rank Jump Feat: Spring Attack Feat: Quick Draw All Saves Base: + 5
HP: +11
BAB: +6/+1))
The halfling sighs, "More people died... I'm stronger but it doesn't matter." He blinks, "Why can't they just live in peace?"

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Sep 17, 2004 4:17 am

QUOTE (Knight_019 @ Fri Sep 17, 2004 3:53 am)
: ~Quietly~ I'm going to have to ask you not mention them outside where someone might hear, and thus draw attention of that manner toward ourselves. I can fill you in within the safety of our barracks, however. If you could wait a few minutes, I'm waiting on Daran, who's still inside. We can continue when he comes out.

Solomon nods. "A wise precaution."
When Daran appears, Solomon turns and greets him. "I am glad to see you survived the fight, Engineer Daran. I am only sorry that I could not carry both you and the girl to safety at the same time."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 17, 2004 4:21 am
: "Eh? Oh that's OK. I can take care of myself!" Daran says with a smile. "Good to see you made it through the fight! Do you need any repairs?"

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Sep 17, 2004 4:31 am
((Time to settle in... BTW, I've finally gotten far enough with my Animation Shop skills that I'm offering to design moving battle animations. If you want one, simply let me know which character you want it to be based off of and what positions you want {attack, magic, world map icon} and I'll see what I can do.))
Garudaos shook his head and returned to a much nicer part of town, stopping by the shop to do a little business. He hadn't done so in a while, and realized he didn't have any healing items on hand.
"What kin I get for ye, lad?" the shopkeeper asked, as the dragonman came to the counter.
"A breastplate and two of these potions if you would sir," Garudaos replied, pointing at a rack.
"Three hundred for the armor in your size and a hundred for the potions... that comes out to 400 gold for everything."
"Here you are sir," the dragonman said, paying for the items.
"Thank ye, lad," the dwarf said, counting the money before he handed over the potions. "The armor will be done in a day or two."
"Thank you, sir," Garudaos said, nodding as he left.
"No need to be so formal, lad. And cheer up some while yer at it."
The dragonman again nodded and left, knowing that he couldn't take the shopkeeper's advice.

Posted by: Jath Linoe Fri Sep 17, 2004 8:45 am
*Jath approaches Ivellas, Daran and Solomon after a while.* : Ivellas, I sent the others to finish up their business here in case we need to depart any time soon. I told them to keep their eyes pealed for anything suspicious... I trust that things were sorted out with the girl? *Jath raised an eyebrow at Daran's silly grin*

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 17, 2004 3:57 pm
Felix sighs and watches the others talk quietly for a moment before wanadering off on his own. (Moving on?)

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Sep 17, 2004 5:06 pm
((I'm going to run through everything, though you can feel free to interject any questions, etc... in that might go on during this. It's just easier for me to do it this way, since I never know what/when I'm going to be able to do anything.))
*With Daran's proclamation of what can only be described, by looking at him, as "VICTORY!" Ivellas takes the group he has now back to the barracks. After arriving, he takes a minute to fill Solomon in on the Strife Lords and their cult that the group has been chasing*
: Now that we're away from the prying eyes and ears of everyone else, I can fill you in on the Strife Lords. The only one that we've actually found out about is named Erebeus. He's been depicted as an intimidating figure in spiked, horrible armor that could only be meant to instill fear in everyone. They've been running a cult to gather followers to their cause, and we actually found a temple, if you can call it that, dedicated to them.
Apparantly, they're using rather devious mind-influencing tactics... compulsion affects of some sort. Possibly magic, possibly otherwise, and possibly both. We found a reknowned war hero named Galdius Darkhoof at this temple, but he was being controlled and believed and quoted a philosophy that "'evil' is just a term created by the losers" in order to justify themselves. However, that wasn't the Galdius that we knew... that I knew. I looked up to Galdius in my younger days as a hero, much like I looked up to my f-...
*Ivellas pauses for a moment. Anyone would have known the next word. Even Solomon, who wouldn't have even known who is father was. Ivellas had again obviously choked as those memories haunted him... Erebeus had poisoned his mind, and with each new lead they found on this cult, the wound left by his sharp tongue was deepened and further infected. He had to find the truth... but now wasn't the time for reminiscing. Regaining his composure, he continued*
: Yes... as I was saying. They corrupted a good man like Galdius, and we're certain that part of it was through the armor they had given him. It was black and cold to the touch, and even just holding it to examine it afterwards started voices echoing through my head. Any group that takes away the free will of a people is certainly evil... that's how I know I shouldn't listen to anything they say, regardless of the logic. We're not taking things away, we're freeing! We're RIGHT!!!
*By the end, Ivellas has raised his hand and is about to slam it on the table, but he stops and stares blankly into space again. Maybe that scar was worse than he thought.*
: ~Sheepishly~ Excuse me for a moment...
*Ivellas slowly turns around to the direction of the door and solemnly walks toward it and outside. His very demeanor is as though he is haunted by a spectre of every age gone past*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 17, 2004 5:49 pm
Jerrik chooses this moment to walk in. : "I'm proud of all ya boys. Really, I am. Ye've done good. There's talk of awards to be given fer tha great job you did guarding tha Queen's life at tha ruins! Until then, ye get some cushy babysitting job to pass the time and line your wallets. Some Merchant Lord has been whining about his rivals trying to kill him, so we're being dispatched to guard his house for a day or two. There's almost no chance there will be actual combat, so think of this as a vacation with pay... Just don't break anything in his house or we'll never here tha end of it. Job starts tommorrow night," Jerrik says as he unpacks his things in the Officer's Quarters.

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 17, 2004 6:03 pm
Felix nods, "That should be nice... We could use some rest."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Sep 17, 2004 7:35 pm
OOC: Sounds like as good a way as any. Solomon has a few questions as Ivellas talks. The primary two being, "What are the ideals they claim?" and, "Have they attacked in force yet?"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Sep 17, 2004 8:12 pm
((OOC: All my characters have to go through at least one stage of depression, it's a rule for me. I have a feeling the worst is yet to come for my poor priestess though)) Myala remains silent, as she has been since she finished her prayers for Kittera. Even while Ivellas and Jerrik speak, her mind doesn't seem to be in the right place. Even the mention of something similar to a vacation with pay, she doesn't flinch. She continues to stare out a window, her arms crossed and her eyes somewhat downcast. Her thoughts drift to Kittera for a moment, then to her parents again. Even while trying to keep what Ivellas had said in mind, she cannot put it out of her mind or heart. The tragedy she has seen is beginning to take its toll on her, and her mind. The young priestess sinks down, leaning herself on the windowsill.
"Mother, I wish I knew where you were. I need your guidance so much right now..."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 17, 2004 10:08 pm

QUOTE (Wandering Dezorian @ Fri Sep 17, 2004 7:35 pm)
OOC: Sounds like as good a way as any. Solomon has a few questions as Ivellas talks. The primary two being, "What are the ideals they claim?" and, "Have they attacked in force yet?"

: "No, not in force yet... Though I guess they might be behind all these raids lately... Er, I'm not clear about their ideals, we never get a chance to talk with any of them... The few prisoners we get always turn up dead shortly after we capture them! But, I remember that one of them was talking about how they'd purge the world of the unworthy or something... Then they'd take over... Judging from their methods, which include raids on towns, the creation of undead, and general nastiness, it can't be good for anyone else..."

Posted by: Jath Linoe Fri Sep 17, 2004 11:55 pm
*Now that the cultist threat and the frustration of his father drifted to the back of his mind, Jath decided to confront Daran about their special project.* : Daran, how are the designs for that special weapon comming along? Are there any parts we need to find?

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Sep 18, 2004 1:10 am

QUOTE (Jath Linoe @ Fri Sep 17, 2004 11:55 pm)
*Now that the cultist threat and the frustration of his father drifted to the back of his mind, Jath decided to confront Daran about their special project.* : Daran, how are the designs for that special weapon comming along? Are there any parts we need to find?

: "Eh/ The bazooka? No, I know where to get everything, but... Er... You wouldn't mind giving me about 100 gold? The parts are more expensive than I thought, and I can't make all of them myself..."

Posted by: Jath Linoe Sat Sep 18, 2004 3:57 am
: Of course of course! *Jath reaches into his side pouch* I'll gladly take care of the expenses. I just want you to focus on the design. *He rummages around shortly and retrieves a small pouch which he ties and hands to Daran.* If there's anything else you need please don't hesitate to ask.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Sep 18, 2004 9:41 pm

QUOTE (TheUnknownMarine @ Fri Sep 17, 2004 10:08 pm)
: "No, not in force yet... Though I guess they might be behind all these raids lately... Er, I'm not clear about their ideals, we never get a chance to talk with any of them... The few prisoners we get always turn up dead shortly after we capture them! But, I remember that one of them was talking about how they'd purge the world of the unworthy or something... Then they'd take over... Judging from their methods, which include raids on towns, the creation of undead, and general nastiness, it can't be good for anyone else..."

"I see." says Solomon.
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"I remember that one of them was talking about how they'd purge the world of the unworthy or something... Then they'd take over..."
<A threat is indicated.>
"...the creation of undead..."
<This threat uses a tactic The Dark Dragon and his followers invented and used in combat. No other race has been willing to use this weapon.>
<This weapon, by its nature, is a threat to humanity. The usage of this weapon indicates the users are a threat to humanity.>
<Is this source trustworthy?>
<This source has not been caught in a malevolent lie yet. This source has followed one of the code of ethics identified in database as acceptable for trustworthy sources. This source may be considered trustworthy until proven otherwise.>
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System> Replay conversation overheard with elven female, "Simone" and others during last 34 minutes.
Replaying...
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System> Replay conversation with halfling male, "Felix" and unknown aggressors before beginning of hostilities.
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Solomon walks over to speak to Jerrik, who quickly notices that Solomon's normally red eyes have turned an ice cold deep blue. "If I may ask this question, does your armed band seek to defeat the Strife Lords?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Sep 18, 2004 10:21 pm
: "Eh? Well, our job is ta follow th' orders of the Crown and defend our country against aggressors... As ye've seen, they don't seem to come more aggressive than these 'Strife Lord' buggers... So to answer your question, yes."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Sep 18, 2004 11:28 pm
"I see. I was programmed for combat when the times were darkest, and all were armed so that a few might survive. I seek the destruction of the strife lords, and would join your force when fighting against them."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Sep 19, 2004 5:21 am
Shortly after the battle, Kittera is resucitated by the town priests... though not without cost. The once vibrant and healthy wolf mage's constitution has been shattered, and she now suffers from a frequent cough. Still, physical infirmity and monetary poverty is a small price to pay for a second chance at life.
Before the day ends, Jerrik asks each of you to be present at the Castle Conference Room. Upon arriving, you find a heated debate already in progress, though...
: "Whoops! Seems we're a mite early, the Queen is still talking with her advisors..."
Seated around a stone table are the Runic Council Advisors, Sera Moonflow and Kellmass Ironhand, and Queen Anri. Kellmass is arguing vehemently.
: "And I say that's prepostorous! The cultists couldn't possibly be amassing the troops and resources they have without outside backing! This is what comes of not making them pay any wartime reparations, they're ready to war again already!" Kellmass says forcefully, slamming a hand down on the table in the room.
: "It is also possible that their funding comes from the slave trade, perhaps they are behind the recent wave of kidnappings and disappearences... There are a number of other explanations... What you are suggesting could shatter the delicate balance of politics..." Sera says quietly and with concern.
: "Shattered? What do you know about 'shattered'? My town, my family was shattered when those Runefaust bastards enslaved us when they invaded! I watched my brother and his son work themselves to death in that inhumane quarry of death! You were safe and sound in Manarina, you never saw what they're capable of..." Kellmass retorts angrily, restrained rage apparent in his face.
: "I saw what they were capable of when I beheld the grave of my father in the royal crypt. Please be calm, Kellmass... The Runefaust regime has been shattered, and it is Protectoria once again. The ruler is no longer Ramlaudu the Mad, but Mahato the Wise. I simply find it impossible to believe that..." Anri says, wearily.
: "I find it impossible to believe that no one elses sees the answer when it's so obvious! The Chaos Cult is just a front, if we let Runefaust..." Kellmass insists.
: "That will be enough, Kellmass," Anri says, quietly.
: "Enough? It will be enough when you wake up and see the truth! Tell me do you think Max would have sat idly by while foreign nations burned his home to the ground? Or are you intent on making his death in vain?"
: "Get out!" Anri says with sudden force, pointing to the door. Livid with fury, Kellmass stands, plate armor clanking loudly, and leaves. Anri's look of outrage swiftly passes and her face seems even more weary as she finally notices you. "Ah... The heroes of the realm arrive. I wanted to personally thank you once more and to say that the Crown is indebted to you, a debt I will not forget. When this cult business is all settled, I'll see to it that you are suitable rewarded."
A nearby squire presents the group with the Guarding Shield, a medal awarded by the Crown for acts of valor in combat, then the group is dismissed. Daran seems in awe of the medal pinned to his chest and keeps looking at it with pride.
The next few days pass quickly as the group takes up residence in the Merchant Lord Karatis' mansion on the outskirts of the city. Taking turns on "active duty" ensures that it is indeed more of a vacation with pay than a job. Karatis seems at once irritated at the presence of soldiers in his estate, but also grateful. You get the impression he really would rather not have to take this course of action...

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Sep 19, 2004 5:49 am
Garudaos made his rounds, checking the rooms of Karatis' mansion with little enthusiasm. Even when he wasn't on duty he kept to himself and simply tended to his weapons, and when on duty he not only wore full armor but polished, cleaned and sharpened his weapons until they looked better than when he first got them.
"Reduced to nothing more than a common mercenary," the dragonman muttered, trodding slowly through the halls as he continued to contemplate his future. "Am I to become nothing more than a wandering sword for hire, simply fighting for gold? No... I cannot do that. I cannot believe that there is nothing else in store for me."
And yet, even as he whispered it, Garudaos could not ignore the possibility that his life would not be all right...

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Sep 19, 2004 6:16 am
((Half of you need to be on night shift, the other half on day. First post gets first picks. And I need Spot checks from the night shift people.))

Posted by: Jath Linoe Sun Sep 19, 2004 2:40 pm
((I'll take a night shift)) Spot check: 12+7=19

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Sep 19, 2004 3:04 pm
((Night 1d20+9 = 25))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Sep 19, 2004 7:13 pm
While patrolling one of the halls near the entryway, Ivellas and Jath spot something that has no earthly business in the mansion... For moving across the floor is a shadow that does not seem to have a source... Ivellas sees two, but Jath sees only one in his area. One of the one Ivellas spots turns suddenly and starts flowing over the floor towards him, shadowy tendrils outstretched! Meanwhile, outside in the back garden Prestle doesn't notice a shadowy form as it lunges for him! A tendril of darkness wraps around his throat and he feels his strength being sucked from him as whispering voices assault his mind. The zealous centaur is able to shake off the voices, but the physical effects of the attack are devastating as he feels his great strength leave him...
((6 Temporary STR damage to Prestle! Prestle's strength drops from 22 to 16!))
Guarding the room of the guest bedrooms that have been turned into a makeshift barracks for the squad, Granit sees a wall of darkness advancing towards him and the door with alarming speed!
Combat:
Mansion Foyer:
Allies: Ivellas.
Enemies: 2 Shadow Demons
Foyer Hall:
Allies: Jath
Enemies: 1 Shadow Demon
Upper Hall:
Allies: Garoudaos
Enemies: 2 Shadow Demons
Garden:
Allies: Prestle
Enemies: 1 Shadow Demon
Outside "Barracks":
Allies: Granit
Enemies: 8 Shadow Demons

Posted by: Rusty Sun Sep 19, 2004 7:25 pm
*Prestle shakes his head, losing his balance momentarily. Seeing the demon, he says a prayer as he charges forward, thrusting his lance through it. He does not stop charging after striking, knowing he should warn the others.* ((Roll to hit...19 + whatever? XD hit. But I'm assuming there's no damage, aye? Basically, he's charging through it, hoping to kill it...And if he doesn't, he's just gonna keep on charging away from it.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sun Sep 19, 2004 7:48 pm
Solomon, after his 2 hour recharging break, was back on duty in the depths of the halls. No creatures moved in the night, but the silence was suddenly disturbed by an odd clanking and the clatter of hoofs. Solomon's ice-blue eyes took in the darkness, and he readied himself to charge should someone indicate trouble.
Readied action: Charge towards sounds of fighting or yells for help.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Sep 19, 2004 11:54 pm
((OOC: Well it seems all the night spots are taken, so I assume the rest of the party is currently asleep. That's not a good thing )) Myala had decided to take day shift, since she wasn't really much of a night person. Though happy that Kittera was back, she still seemed a bit off. After an uneventful watch, she checked on the fox mage for a bit before retiring for the night.

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Sep 20, 2004 5:17 am
*Seeing the moving shadows, Ivellas looks at them strangely, not sure of what to do, but readies himself against them nonetheless. Taking down his potion of Bull's Strength, Ivellas feels confidence wash over him. Raising his defenses, he prepares his lance in front of them to receive them.*
((Readied actions:
Attack the first one to come to him. Fighting defensively.
Noted actions: Attacking Ivellas will result in an AoO for one of them.
Bull's Strength: 1d4+1 = 5 (w00t!!!) (Effective STR: 29. Effective STR mod: +9)
Readied action: 1d20+13-4 = 16
AoO: 1d20+13-4: 20
Should either of these hit:
1d8+10 = 15
1d8+10 = 16
Edit: Init: 1d20+4 = 19))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Sep 20, 2004 5:21 am
The dragonman almost didn't see the twin shadows creeping up on him, and had to back up and put some space between himself and his foes before attacking. "Begone, foul demons!" he yelled with authority as he leaped at the closest, using his sword rather than his breath to prevent damage to the mansion. "YOu shall not claim us in the darkness!"
((Init: 1d20 + 3 = 10
Attack: 1d20 + 10 = 25
Damage: 2d6 + 1d8 + 12 = 28))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 20, 2004 6:55 am
Felix and Myala are woken by the sounds of fighting, and Garoudaos' yell. Twin shadows plunge at Ivellas, circling and flanking him. ((Miss. Hit! 1 point of temporary STR damage to Ivellas!)) Ivellas is lightly brushed by a tendril of darkness and whispers sound at the back of his mind, but he is easily able to ignore them as they fade away. Ivella's counter attack is devastating, hsi magical lance somehow bypassing the incorporeality of the creatures. Black goo spurts from his cuts and sizzles away to ash on the floor. None of the creatures fall, though.
Prestle passes right through the creature, then reaches the door to the house. The shadow demon is right behind him, though, chasing him.
Garoudaos is assaulted by the two demons, who move to flank him. Both send out tendrils of shadow that lightly brush the dragonman's body, sending bonechilling cold down his spine as he feel his strength begin to leave him. But as he counter attacks, his sword glows fiercely and the shadow demon it cut shrieks inhumanly as it dissolves into black ash.
((Hit. Hit. Garoudaos takes 4 temporary STR damage. Garoudaos kills a shadow demon!))
Just after he fells the demon, whispers begin at the back of his mind. Whispers that tell him to drop his sword and stop fighting, for what purpose is there to fight against the inevitable? Dark thoughts and desires fill his mind and cloud his consciousness. He doesn't see the second shadow demon vanish into his body as he drops his sword and bares his fangs in a feral grin.
Jath takes a moment to think. (Refocus) His opponent, though, wastes no time in attacking! Fortunately the centaur manages to dodge out of the way.
Granit readies an action to attack the first shadow demon to come into range, and the wall of darkness opposite him seems to pause. (Refocus)
Mansion Foyer:
Allies: Ivellas.
Enemies: 2 Shadow Demons
Foyer Hall:
Allies: Jath
Enemies: 1 Shadow Demon
Garden:
Allies: Prestle
Enemies: 1 Shadow Demon
Outside "Barracks":
Allies: Granit
Enemies: 8 Shadow Demons

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Sep 20, 2004 7:06 am
*Noticing that his armor and shield are having no effect, Ivellas takes a step back, puts away his shield, and thrusts at the demon in front of him. Grasping his lance with both hands, he gives the blow some extra "umph." Even still, he remains cautious. He needed to stay alert for this fight.*
((1d20+13-4 = 26
Ensuing AoO: 1d20+13-4 = 26
Damage: 1d8+(9*1.5)+1=1d8+14=22
AoO Damage: 1d8+14=18
Still fighting defensively. Effective AC: 16))
*Ivellas' series of blows strikes home on both of them, dissipating the shadows into nothingness. Quickly looking around twice. First to see if he notices anything, then the second to double check himself, Ivellas takes off running to search for his friends to see how they're doing*
((Spot
1) 1d20+9 = 13
2) 1d20+9 = 29))

Posted by: Jath Linoe Mon Sep 20, 2004 12:41 pm
*Jath stepped clumsily out of the way of the shadow's blow and was immediately alarmed.* : Ivellas, Prestle! We've got company! *He hoped at least someone could hear him. If the figure creeped up on him so easily he wondered if the others were okay.*
Attack: 1d20+11=26
Damage: 1d8+7= 13

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Sep 20, 2004 2:26 pm
Solomon had heard cries from both Jath and the dragonman, but no voices from the Mansion Foyer so far. No noise at all, save that unusual clatter. Considering options, Solomon quickly selected Ivellas as the companion most likely in need of aid, and charged forward at a full run (*4 speed. Note that Solomon is immune to ability drain)

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Sep 20, 2004 4:03 pm
*Hearing Jath's voice is reassuring, since at least he knows he's alive and well. The echoes of the others coming from down the hall also tells him that at least the others are still moving. Jath's voice was the loudest, however, so he determined that he would come upon him first.*
: HANG ON JATH, I'M COMING!
((Ivellas just needs TUM to say when he makes it there. Shouldn't be long, since I was in the foyer and Jath's in the foyer hallway.
Should he get there immediately in time for an attack, he's going to charge into the shadow demon.
1d20+13+2 = 24
Damage: (1d8+14)*3=66))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Sep 20, 2004 6:25 pm
Felix sits up, his eyes weary and glances around, "Ehhh..." Rubbing his eyes while he rolls out of his small makeshift bed, the Halfling quickly picks up his sword and slings his bag over his shoulder. He slips towards the door nearly silently, not wanting to wake the others if he was imagining things.
Reaching the door, he cracks it open and peeks out. Spoting Granit, he opens his mouth to speak then leaves it hanging open as he notices the huge wall of darkness before the brave warrior. Half a second lapses, then Felix slams the door open and lets out a cry, "ENEMIES!!!" (CON Check: 4 + 2 = 6, Real loud now. ) Drawing his magical blade, he moves towards Granit.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Sep 20, 2004 7:55 pm
"The barracks..." The dragonman's eyes flashed with a dark light, and he grinned before sprinting towards the window. Without a second thought he jumped straight through, his wings unfurling as he hell to turn his heavy fall into a graceful glide towards the ground. He landed on his feet, grin even wider as he purposefully stalked towards the barracks where his allies were beginning to respond...

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Sep 20, 2004 9:13 pm
Myala awakes rather slowly, the sounds of shouting and battle reaching her sensitive ears. Her eyes slowly flutter open and she sits up, yawning. She crawls out of bed, taking a few minutes to get alert before heading towards the door. It is then she hears Felix's shout and rushes to put on her clothes and armor. She picks up her mace in both hands and rushes out the door, taking a place behind the two warriors. Her eyes widen at the sight of these dark creatures, but quickly narrow with anger.
"These foul beasts will not claim any of my friends this night."
((Initiative: 13 + 8 = 21))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 20, 2004 10:08 pm
Ivellas reaches Jath after a few minutes of racing through the mansion's halls. Solomon reaches Ivella's post and finds it deserted save for two piles of black ash. Jath's charge has no effect on the creature in front of him, it easily billows out of the way of his lance like an evil cloud, then seeps into Jath's body. As with Garoudaos, Jath finds that his darker side is swiftly emerging to take dominance over his usual self. A depraved smile forms on his face as the shadow vanishes completely inside him.
Meanwhile, Daran and the others that were asleep swiftly stir awake and frantically begin to grab weapons and scraps of their armor. The scene would be comical if lives weren't at stake.
Prestle continues to rush inside, followed by the Shadow.
The wave of blackness rushes like a tidal wave at the defenders of the barracks! Three target Myala, while Felix and Granit get two apiece.
((Miss. Miss. Hit. Hit. Critical Hit. 11 temporary STR damage to Myala.))
Miraculously, Granit manages to avoid the tendrils of the attacking shadows, but Myala is overwhelmed and covered by her opponents. She too, finds her will under assault by dark whispers, and soon her resistence crumbles as the corruption takes. However, as the demons near Felix, the crystal around his neck flares with brilliant white light. With an inhuman shriek the shadows retreat from Felix.
Garden:
Allies: Prestle
Enemies: 1 Shadow Demon
Outside "Barracks":
Allies: Granit, Felix
Enemies: 8 Shadow Demons

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Sep 20, 2004 10:15 pm
Hearing the shouts from the Baracks, Solomon barely shoots a glance at the piles of ash, storing the images in his memory as he runs to his allies aid. <Secondary weapons system... Priming> As he runs, the deep blue of his eyes brightens slowly, until blazing points of dimond white glare out from his face-mask.
<Weapon primed.>
((Move x4 again, trying to reach the baracks.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Sep 20, 2004 11:15 pm
Felix stumbles back as the crystal around his neck bursts into pure radiant light. His eyes widen in awe and for an instant he seems to have forgotten the plight of his allies, then he glances at them and his eyes hardened. Keeping an eye on the shadows that fled the light, Felix quickly moves towards Myala. "Granit! Help me get those things off her!!!" The beautiful magical sword glimmers in the light of the crystal as Felix nears the shadows, "Priestess, hold on! We'll free you!"
With uncanny grace, the halfling dashes forward, half turning and coming to a stop at the side of Myala and striking at once, his blade singing through the air in an upward slash. The blade glows slightly as it passes through the shadow and the fiend shudders. Pulling the blade back swiftly, Felix drives it forward into the shadow fiercely. As the halfling jerks the blade back, he leaps to the side and moves to block the shadows path into the barracks.
((Forgot this...
Init = 17 + 5 = 22
First attack
8 + 11 + 3 = 22 [Finesse, Focus, and a magical sword make it hard to miss.]
Damage
6 + 2 = 8
Second Attack
20 [Confirm] 5 + 6 + 3 = 13 [Confirmed]
[Critical Damage] (3 + 2) + (1 + 3) = 9
[Immune to Critical hits] 3 + 2 = 5
Spring Attack
Moves between shadows and barracks.
Dodge
To Shadow Attacked))

Posted by: Critical Mass Mon Sep 20, 2004 11:30 pm
*Thaske jumps awake at the sounds of screams and battle and rushes over to his chest to grab his component pouch. He then makes for the door, still in his sleeping clothes, and opens it to the ghostly battle outside. Quickly drawing a small glass marble from his pouch, he points at the mass of shadow creatures and speaks the incantations of a spell. The marble is transformed into a yellow bead of charged magical energy and streaks off towards its target, exploding in the midst of the enemy in a violent electrical storm.*
((Move action to the door, Scintillating Sphere cast so as to target the maximum amount of foes without harming any allies (same area as Fireball, 20ft radius sphere). 5d6 =20 electrical damage to all hit.))

Posted by: Jath Linoe Mon Sep 20, 2004 11:43 pm
*Jath has a sinister glint in his eye as he looks up at Ivellas. His face became disgustingly pale and dark rings formed around his bloodshot eyes. He turned to face Ivellas with a sick demented grin and attacked* ((Sorry for this Kevin...)) Attack: 1d20+11= 21
Confirm Critical: 1d20+11=23, Critical Hit
Damage: 1D8+7*2= 18

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Sep 20, 2004 11:47 pm
((So forgot initiative... 1d20+4 = 22 Should my action come before yours, all out defense, +4 defense, and therefore the crit is negated. RP all of this will come with your initiative))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Sep 21, 2004 12:20 am
((Like Jath, I gotta apologize for this...)) "Thaske... such a good little priest," he chuckled darkly, the top half of his draconic form bursting through the window before he took a claw to his ally. "Be a good boy and go to sleep!" ((Attack: 1d20 + 9 = 25
Damage: 1d4 + 8 = 11))

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Sep 21, 2004 12:48 am
*Kyuu is awakened to the sounds of battle, and then startled by the shattering of the window with Garudous coming through it. With all do haste, he shuffles over to Thaske, and mumbling a few words as he moves his hands, touches him as he bursts into light similar in intensity to daylight. Surely, it must be a shock to the dragonman whose eyes were adjusted to the darkness. Maybe it would clear his mind.*
~Meanwhile/Before Jath's attack~
*Ivellas had entered the hallway to see Jath's demeanor oddly strange. He had a dark laugh which he heard as he came down the hall, and the look of death in his eyes... pointed at him... signalled that no good could come from this*
((Sense Motive: 1d20+2 = 17))
*Ivellas could only determine that the shadows they had been fighting had taken hold of him. Preparing for the worst, and moving cautiously up to him, he stood behind his shield ((all out defense (AC 25))), but before he could reason with his friend, Jath lashed out at him.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:31 am
((Because I want this to move, initiative is determind when you post.)) Prestle halts for a moment as he's unsure of where to go, then he feels the touch of the shadow on his back, and more of his strength leaves him. ((Temporary STR damage: 4.))
Solomon reaches the barracks at this point.
Jath's attacks bite deeply into Ivellas, just as Garoudaos' claw attack slashes into Thaske. Daran stumbles back, confused as Garoudaos is blinded by Kyuu's light.
"Garoudaos, what are you doing???" he yells as he stumbles back. (readied action)
Thaske's spell does manage to slam into the shadow horde before he is clawed. The demon that felix attacked dissolves into ash as the others howl in unearthly agony.
Halls leading to barracks:
Allies: Prestle
Enemies: 1 Shadow Demon
Outside "Barracks":
Allies: Granit, Felix, Thaske
Enemies: 7 Shadow Demons

Posted by: Critical Mass Tue Sep 21, 2004 2:43 am
"Garudous! What are you doing?!" *Thaske falls back under the sudden assault by what he thought was his comrade and retaliates with a spell, aiming more to disable the dragonman than actually hurt him. An explosion of light bursts into being behind Garudous as millions of tiny reflective particals suddenly spring into existance, coating every inch of the ground. Garudous himself is also covered from head to toe in the things, becoming a glittering beacon of shining gold as the particals magically bond themselves to his skin and equipment.*
((Five foot step backwards into the barracks room to avoid the AoO, and Glitterdust cast through the window behind Garudous so as to hit only him in the AoE. Will save vs DC 16 or be blinded for five rounds.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Sep 21, 2004 3:38 am
Solomon raises his right hand and aims it at one of the shadows, then a wave of blinding light flares from the end to strike the wave of darkness. He then moves to place himself in between the shadows and his allies, eyes still burning with a white glare.
((Used laser access, with focus lense. Attack maximum number of shadows possible without endangering any allies. Ranged Touch +5, 4d6 damage, 1 of 2 shots remain.))
----
Solomon: 43/43 Hp

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Sep 21, 2004 4:59 am
: Jath... I don't want to hurt you, but this is for your own good. *Ivellas takes his lance, reeling a bit from the attack Jath had landed so well against him. Not wanting to injure Jath, he instead went for the next best thing: his weapon.* ((Disarm: 1d20+13 = 29))
~Meanwhile~
*Noticing that his attempt to drive the shadow out from Garoudaos hadn't worked, Kyuu attempted something different. Making another set of arcane gestures, he willed the dragonman to sleep*
((2d4 = 4 HD of creatures (Garoudaos easily falls under this)
Will save DC 15 or sleep for 5 minutes))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Sep 21, 2004 5:19 am
As his allies appear in the doorway, Felix darts forward and powerfully drives his blade into the final shadow atop Myala. Sliding it back, he twirls the blade around again and slices through the shadow which fades into ashes. The halfling lets out a sigh and moves closer to the priestess, laying a hand on her shoulder and looking at her with concerned eyes, "Priestess, are you alright?"
((A pity he doesn't know that there's a demon inside her, poor neutral good halfling...
[First Attack]
20 + 11 + 3 = 34 [Critical Threat]
13 + 11 + 3 = 27 [Critical Confirmed]
4 + 2 = 6 [Immune to Criticals : Normal Damage]
[Second Attack]
18 + 5 + 3 = 26 [Hit]
3 + 2 = 5 [Damage]))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Sep 21, 2004 8:11 pm
((Roll to hear noises...20!)) *As Prestle hurries away from the Shadow Demon, his keen hearing easily picks up the sounds of battle nearby. He decides it best to head into the direction of the battle, looking from time to time to see how close or far the Shadow Demon is to him.*
: You'd be wise to leave us in peace, Demon!!
*He calls out to it before coming unto the scene of battle between Ivellas and Jath. He stops in his tracks...His friends...Fighting?!*
: Wha...What's going on?!

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 21, 2004 8:22 pm
((OOC: I'm so sorry about this! Lucky for you her Strength is only 3 right now. I wish I could edit the avatar to make her have red eyes, it would be so much cooler)) Myala slowly straitens her posture, but her head is still tilted down, her hair covering her face. Despite having fought so hard, her will was finally shattered by the demon that now possesses her. A dark chuckle escapes the priestesses lips as her head slowly tilts upward, her hair falling away from her face to reveal her paler skin and her now burning red eyes. Rather than her gentle smile, a twisted smirk crosses her lips, and her hands remain tight around the shaft of her weapon.
"I'm fine, halfling. However, I cannot say the same for you. Naur..."
Her mace suddenly flares to life with dancing flames; it's power now invoked by her words. With a sudden burst of rage and anger, the once gentle priestess takes a brutal swing at Felix with her flaming mace.
((Attack Roll: 20 + 6 - 4 -1 = 21
Confirm Critical: 19 + 6 - 4 -1 = 20
Damage: 4 normal damage, 6 fire damage [Normal hit]/8 normal damage, 6 fire damage [Critical hit]))

Posted by: Jath Linoe Tue Sep 21, 2004 8:32 pm
*Jath jerked his head toward Prestle as he entered the hallway and an alarmed look appeared on his face.* : Ivellas, no! What are you doing! We're on the same side! Prestle! Run! Ivellas has lost his mind! *Jath cowered away from Ivellas and backed up slowly*

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Sep 21, 2004 8:49 pm
((3. So basically, I got my ass handed to me.)) The dragonman staggered back, pulling his body free of the barracks as he cried out in pain. The sensation didn't last, though, as within mere seconds he fell under the influences of sleep. With a heavy thud, Garudaos fell to the ground fast asleep.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Sep 21, 2004 9:22 pm
((With 52 hit points, I don't think it would really matter if her strength was at full. Well, as long as nothing else happens after this battle that is... )) Felix's eyes widen as the Priestess lifts her mace, "Wha..." The powerful blow catches the nimble halfling completely off guard, flames erupting from the mace as it strikes him. The force of the blow knocks the halfling back while the flames spread across his padded armor.
Felix recovers from the blow quickly, his eyes narrowing as he stares at the Priestess, his sword quickly cutting apart his burning armor and allowing it to fall to the ground. "Demon." A light flaring in the halfling's eyes, he suddenly moves towards the priestess, staring intently at her mace.
((I know I've been playing felix a bit dumb of late but the red eyes give it away.
Well, that and the whole hitting him thing.
Armor removed - 1 AC
Dodge to Myala + 1 AC
TUM rolls AoO for Myala - > Hit! Eight damage.))
Myala strikes at the halfling as he circles her and lands another powerful blow on him. Taking the hit with a grunt, the magical sword of the halfling flashes through the air an instant later striking a powerful blow to the mace near where myala's hand grasps it.
(([Disarm Attempt]
20 + 11 + 3 = 34 [Critical Threat]
5 + 11 + 3 = 19 [Confirmed]
[Automatic Disarm]))
Felix strikes at the perfect moment, the powerful blow of the magical blade knocking the mace free from the evil demonic elf's wicked hands. The mace flies through the air, skipping across the ground before coming to a stop some 15 feet from the elf.
Felix slides away from the priestess, moving between her and the mace, "Watch out! Something's wrong with the Priestess!" Felix frowns, glancing at Granit quickly.
(([Spring Attack]
Move as close to mace as possible.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 21, 2004 10:41 pm
Granit turns and swings at Myala, but his clumsy blows are easily evaded by the nimble elf. Solomon's laser burns away one of the hateful shadows as Ivellas succeeds in knocking Jath's weapon away. At the barracks, Daran charges out, gun in hand, only to stop in confusion when he sees the shadows.
"What I am supposed to do against those?" Daran asks, cradling his powerful yet useless weapon. ((Full defense.))
Two shadows strike at Daran, but the tinker nimbly evades. The remaining three attack Granit, and although one misses, the other two strike true, but have no effect on the golem.
Outside "Barracks":
Allies: Granit, Felix, Thaske, Daran
Enemies: 5 Shadow Demons

Posted by: Rusty Tue Sep 21, 2004 10:54 pm
*Prestle practically forgets the Shadow Demon following behind him as he slowly walks up to both Ivellas and Jath, taking time to look at both in the eyes.* : They say you can see a person's true intent through their eyes... ((Roll to detect motivation...18 base. So...yeah. ^_^))
*Prestle puts his left hand on Ivellas's right shoulder, glancing over at Jath.*
: Well, nicely done disarming him. I take it one of those...'things' possessed him?
*Prestle takes note of the lance on the ground, making sure to keep himself in the way of it from Jath in case he tries to reach for it.*

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Sep 21, 2004 11:06 pm
*Ivellas didn't want to do this, but he didn't have a choice. Without turning his attention away from Jath, he gave a method to deal with the situation. Taking that step forward, he began to speak* : He's like a lame horse, now. We'll have to put him down.
*What might have been confused as a death sentence was immediately clarified as Ivellas' lance came crashing against Jath with the side, not the pointed tip. Knowing that Jath's lance would be of no use to him now, he opted to completely give up on the shield and try to put his friend down for the count quickly. The faster this happened, the less damage Jath could do to them and himself*
((1d20+13-4 = 26. Hit
1d8+(9*1.5)+1 = 1d8+14 = 21 subdual))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Sep 21, 2004 11:24 pm
*Prestle attempts the same course of action, weakened by the Shadow Demon, he fails to aim properly and misses.* : Ahh...Sorry... ((15 + 3 - 4 + 1 + 1 = 16...failed x_X))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Sep 21, 2004 11:44 pm
((OOC: Only one? Aww... nutbunnies)) Solomon takes up a position where his extended reach will allow him to attack any shadows that might try to rush by him towards his allies, then fires his powerful fists into the midst of the shadows. ((Attack +7, damage 1d8 + 3, preparing for AoO))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Sep 22, 2004 4:33 am
Felix frowns as Granit attacks, "Granit! She..." A conflicted look appears on halfling's face, "She can't... you don't need to..." The frown deepens and Felix shakes his head, he mutters to himself frustrated, "What can I do?" A determined light appears in Felix's eyes and he looks up, pointing his blade out towards the shadows, "Attack!" His free hand reaches into the bag at his side and withdraws another short sword while the magical blade darts forward under its own power.
Nimbly, the short sword dances through the air, slashing through one shadow which erupts into ash before twirling around and thrusting forward into another which also fades to ash.
Felix darts forward, switching the short sword to his other hand. Reaching a shadow, he drives the blade into a shadow but the blade passes through it as if it were not there.
(([Quick Draw]
Armed with normal short sword
[First Attack - Magical Blade]
15 + 11 + 3 = 29 [Hit!]
6 + 3 = 9 [Damage]
[Second Attack - Magical Blade]
8 + 9 = 17 [Hit!]
4 + 3 = 7 [Damage]
[Dodge]
Remains to Myala))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 22, 2004 6:46 am
((To move things along, Jath's will is suddenly overridden by his demon)) Without his lance, Jath rears back and strikes at Ivellas with his forehooves. TheUnknownMarine: The first blow misses, but the second connects. ((6 damage to Ivellas)) Ivellas moves around Jath, then strikes with his lance side again, smacking the possessed centaur hard. Jath roars and begins to strike with his hooves again, but loses his balance and leaves an opening that Ivellas swiftly exploits, moving forward to knock the centaur out.
Meanwhile, Solomon's blows fail to have any effect on the shadows, two of whom who gang up on Daran, striking the Tinker until he falls to the ground, unable to stand. The third shadow tries once again to approach Felix, but the crystal pendant around his neck flares again and the shadow halts and moves back.
((9 temporary STR damage to Daran. Daran is now at 1 STR.))
Outside "Barracks":
Allies: Granit, Felix, Thaske, Daran(immobile)
Enemies: 3 Shadow Demons

Posted by: Critical Mass Wed Sep 22, 2004 10:34 am
*Thaske turns from the dragonman and points at the nearest shadow, firing off a white-hot ray of magical energy to sear into the thing's very essence.* 1d20 +3 =23 Confirm: 1d20 +3 =10 (do you have to confirm nat 20s? not sure) 4d6 =11 damage If crit, 4d6 +11 =31 damage
"We need to take out these shadows before they possess more of us! Granit, try to restrain Myala if you can.. just don't hurt her!"
*He looks around frantically, knowing the situation could turn increadibly ugly any minute. He knew Granit could probably grapple Myala with ease, but the thing between Jath and Ivellas would be a much closer battle..*

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Sep 22, 2004 1:41 pm
*Kyuu sees that Daran is in serious trouble, and he needs to help take out those shadows. With sudden gestures, he points his hands towards one of the shadows ((If Thaske's should not die, I'm hitting that one)) which finds itself envellopped in a thin film of ice*
((Lesser Freeze
1d8+10 = 15))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 22, 2004 5:38 pm
Thaske's spell burns away a shadow to ash while Kyuu's encases one in a block of ice.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Sep 22, 2004 6:29 pm
Felix frowns as the shadow flees before him and looks at his crystal as if deep in thought. The magical blade returns to his side as it slays it's targets, then darts off after the last shadow. With two skillful strokes, the blade shatters the ice encased shadow sending frozen chucks scattering around Daran. A moment later, the shadows within the ice fade into ash.
(([Magical Sword First Attack]
17 + 11 + 3 = 31 [Hit!]
4 + 3 = 7
[Magical Sword Second Attack]
17 + 6 + 3 = 26 [Hit!]
3 + 3 = 6))
The blade darts back to Felix's side and floats at the ready.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 22, 2004 6:32 pm
Granit grapples with Myala and puts her into a hold, easily restraining her with his great strength.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Sep 22, 2004 6:58 pm
Felix slides the short sword back into his bag, taking the floating blade with his free hand. He looks at Myala conflicted, then walks over to the struggling elf and holds his crystal towards her. Myala's struggles increase as the demon within her begins to panic. The crystal glows brightly and feels warm in Felix's hand.
Felix's frown deepens, then the halfling slips the crystal off his neck and holds it close to Myala, almost touching her.
Myala begins hissing like an animal and the illumination of the crystal increases. Granit begins to have trouble holding her.
Felix pauses, a pained look on his face and begins to withdraw the crystal, then his eyes harden and the halfling pushes the crystal forward until it touches Myala.
As soon as the crystal touches Myala, she lets out a deafening shriek and a cloud of darkness begins to billow from her mouth, dissolving into ash as it hits the air. Myala slumps in Granit's grip, free of the demon, but terribly weakened.
((Will Save: 1 [Critical Failure]
Darn bleeding hearts. I love neutral good, so much fun.))
Felix stumbles back as Myala screams, his eyes filled with guilt and agony. Then, as her cry fades, he collapses to his knees staring at the ground, the crystal still held in one hand pulsating dully. Tears run down the halfling's face, "I... I'm sorry... I... didn't want... to hurt anyone..."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Sep 22, 2004 10:18 pm
Myala remains limp in Granit's arms, terribly weak from being exorcized of the demon. She slowly tilts her head up, her hair falling away from her face to show her now amber eyes. Seeing Felix's tears, a look of sadness crosses her features. It is a blur at first, but she eventually begins to remember what she had done while possessed. Tears well up in her eyes as well as she speaks to him, her voice broken and weak.
"You...did...the right...thing...Felix... I thank...you...for banishing...the demon...before...I hurt...anyone else..."
((OOC: Aww ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 22, 2004 10:42 pm
((All demons are unconscious/dead now, so...)) VICTORY!! Everyone gains 1,000 experience points! ((This means everyone levels up except for Solomon, Ivellas, and Felix, I believe.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Sep 22, 2004 10:48 pm
Felix doesn't look at Myala and slowly stands, his head downcast, "I... I'm sorry..." Turning away, the halfling walks towards the barracks silently. Stepping inside, he glances around and his eyes focus on the downed dragonman. He steps over to his comrade and whispers quietly, "Forgive me..." Then he touches the crystal to Garoudaos quickly before leaping backwards.
(([Dodge]
To Garoudaos.
Felix will never forgive himself. ))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Sep 22, 2004 11:01 pm
((Marine assuming Ivellas helps and all.)) *Prestle, with the help of Ivellas, drags Jath towards the barracks. Prestle knows in his heart he did the right thing trusting Ivellas.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 22, 2004 11:14 pm
Garoudaos' body shudders and a billowing cloud of shadow bursts from his mouth to crumble to ashes upon touching the air. He too, is now free of demonic influence.

Posted by: Critical Mass Wed Sep 22, 2004 11:50 pm
*Thaske shudders as the evil spirit leaves Garudous' body. Whatever inner drive that had kept him going strong during the battle suddenly leaves him, and he shakily makes his way back to the barracks. He shudders again as he sees Myala and the guilt washes back over him. He would have been able to help her if he hadn't been so selfish, if he'd just followed in his parents footsteps instead of letting down the entire clergy. Damnit, this wasn't what adventurers were supposed to be like. He thought he'd be valiantly staring down evil and calling out his patron's name while rightously casting it from the world with the power of his mere will. But this.. this wasn't glamorous at all. He looks up as Jath is pulled bodily into the room and another wave of grief crashes through him. This wasn't glamorous.. it was living, breathing hell.*
"Felix.. I.. I think-"
*His head slumps as he's unable to choke out the sentance. He simply points to Jath, knowing how much it will hurt Felix but not knowing of any other way to banish the spirit.*

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Sep 22, 2004 11:52 pm
Solomon's eyes fade back to a deep blue as he speaks over his shoulder, "The centaur Jath was also acting strangely, Felix Halfling. You may want to use your crystal on him as well." He turns to regard the dark night once more, adding, "Such an attack could not be expected to win against us. There is a significant probability that this attack was meant to soften us for an upcoming assault, or meant as a diversion while the main force attacked the one whose house we are defending. Might I suggest we check on him?"
Without waiting for an answer, the android strides off into the Mansion.

Posted by: Critical Mass Thu Sep 23, 2004 12:52 am
*Thaske instantly jumps at the offer of following Solomon, taking any chance to take his mind off the problems he'd been dwelling on.* ((And a change of memorized spells.. put in a second Shocking Spark in Scorching Ray's place.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 23, 2004 1:37 am
As Solomon speaks, the sounds of a struggle come from Karatis' bedchambers. Solomon, and any that accompany him arrive to find a man in dark clothes and a mask bearing a long, oddly forged blade in his hand, standing over the prone form of Karatis. To one side is a pile of black ash.
"Now... Now I recognize you... You're Death's Hand... You're behind the recent killings..." Karatis says, voice trembling.
"Death's Hand? Yes, that is the title that has been given to me lately. Does it give you some satisfcation to know that for all your defenses you had no chance to begin with?"
"No... Please dont' kill me, please! I... I'll give you money..." Karatis pleads, weakly.
"Money... Because that's all that matters, isn't it? Your fate was sealed the minute you signed that pact, filth..." Death's Hand says, before lunging forward and running Karatis through with his sword. Withdrawing his blade and wiping it off, he turns to you, then jumps back as he sees you there. "Troops of the kingdom, now? This gets better and better..."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Sep 23, 2004 3:56 am
Solomon's eyes glow white once more, as he speaks aloud. "You have knowingly fought alongside the undead. By the laws of the Ancients, your life is forfeit. Have you any defense to offer?" ((Prepared action- Fire laser if Death's hand moves or attacks))

Posted by: Rusty Thu Sep 23, 2004 4:38 am
*Prestle had met up with Solomon prior to meeting Death's Hand.* : Your end is here, murderous scum! ((I don't really know how to level up Prestle. Will need to get into contact with TUM or Knight lol))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 23, 2004 4:51 am
Felix silently touches the crystal to Jath, then returns it to his neck and makes his way after the others. He doesn't look at Jath or Myala as he moves past them.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 23, 2004 4:36 pm
((OOC: Here is my level up, TUM Myala is now level 6! Max HP increases by 5 Base attack increases by 1 Fortitude save increases by 1
Reflex save increases by 1
Will save increases by 1
Melee attack increases by 1
Ranged attack increases by 1
Alchemy skill increases by 1
Disable Device skill increases by 1
Heal skill increases by 3
Profession, Herbalist skill increases by 1
Gains the Combat Casting feat
Spells per day: 5/4+1/4+1/3+1
Spells prepared: (Cantrips) Cure Minor Wounds, Detect Magic, Light, Mending, Read Magic (Level 1) Doom, Inflict Light Wounds, Obscuring Mist, Shield of Faith, *Lesser Blaze (Level 2) Find Traps, Gentle Repose, Inflict Moderate Wounds, Zone of Truth, *Produce Flame (Level 3) Bestow Curse, Inflict Serious Wounds, Searing Light, *Protection from Elements
* Domain spell
OOC: I added 1 rank to Profession, Herbalist for a total of 5 ranks, which gives me a +2 bonus on all Heal checks. On top of the 1 rank I added to Heal, the skill increases by 3. Voila ))
Myala retrieves her mace from the ground and follows after Solomon, assuming Granit helps her. She sight of the man they had been sent to protect being slain right before her eyes makes anger well up inside the priestess. Her amber eyes narrow and a low sound similar to a growl escapes her lips.
"You shall receive the wrath of the Gods by our hand for your actions, murderer."
With all the armor weighing her down because of her strength being drained, she relies on Granit's help for the time to stay steady. There is a slight gleam in her eyes and she waits, as if preparing for something.
((OOC: Prepared action. Myala will cast Bestow Curse on Death's Hand if he comes within 5 feet of her))

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Sep 23, 2004 5:19 pm
*Becoming intently aware of his surroundings, Ivellas pays close attention to the room, his lance in his hand and his shield ready. The odd thing he notices in the room is the pile of black ash... similar to the shadows. Ivellas speaks up, sternly, indicating there would be no playing around.*
: Why have you done this?
((Readied actions -
Ivellas: Hit him with lance if he moves in
Kyuu: Color Spray him if he moves aggressively or attempts to flee))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 23, 2004 6:02 pm
"You call that murder??? When I speak of murder, it is not on the faces of this dead man here but on the faces of dead THOUSANDS! They are the murderers, the dealers in death and I am the avenger! Is murder a right reserved for their hated kind? Or are you too willing to stand by with useless prattle while inaction leads to this worlds' ruin? I'm wasting my time with you, your minds are already made up. Be warned, then! The truth is not always just what you see!"
With that, Deaths Hand throws down a smoke bomb. Solomon's laser and Kyuu's color spray harmless pass through it as the smoke clears and the man is gone.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 23, 2004 6:06 pm
((Spot : 17 + 2 = 19 Listen: 16 + 2 = 18)) Felix's eyes narrow, confusion on his face, then he listens carefully while looking around with his keen eyes.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 23, 2004 6:22 pm
Despite searching the entire house, the mysterious assassin could not be found. Myala, Daran, and anyone else that had their strength sapped were taken to the local healer, whose services were paid for by the Army. Upon hearing the news, Jerrik was simply glad no one got killed. As he put it, "Ye had na a chance in hell aginst tha' one. I heard Death's Hand once slipped past an entire garrison to kill his target, then got out without anyone noticing..."
A rare day passes where the Force can restock and resupply. Daran tinkers with his rifle, integrating advances he hears Solomon speak of. He also presents Jath and Ivellas with something.
"Here you go! I came up with these one night after I saw you pound someone into the dirt with your hooves! They're bladed horseshoes, see? Should help out the lethality of your hoof attacks, eh? Oh, I also got this," Daran says, holding up an odd mask with tubes running from it to a series of four waterskins. "I call it a QuikDrink mask! I got the idea for this when I saw you rummaging around in your backpack for a potion... With the mask, you pour a potion into each waterskin, and just sip it through the straw in the mask when you need to use it! You don't even have to stop attacking! Great, huh? Er, but I only made one other than my own. Oh, I got your bazooka almost ready, Jath. But the first model I made kept exploding, so I need to work on that... Anyway, you might wanna take some time to familiarize yourself with how firearms work since you want one so badly. I wrote out some basic guidelines and I can teach you when I have some spare time!"
(((4)Bladed Horseshoes: +1 per hoof to hoof damage. (1)QuikDrink Helm: Drink one potion as a free action per turn. Holds four potions. Bazooka: Still under construction. Requires Exotic Weapon Proficiency: Firearms.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 23, 2004 6:25 pm
Issac sat in his shop staring at his wares with a bored expression. The day had been slow and even the dwarf had grown tired of his goods as company. He was considering closing when the door slowly opened revealing a ghastly apparition. A nervous looking halfling was standing in the doorway, his simple rustic clothing covered with stains and tares. A thin worn scarf was around the halfling's neck, under which hung a beautiful crystal on a thin chain. The dwarf's eyes glisten as he noticed the blade hanging at the halfling's side, clearly the work of a master it was the only impressive thing about the halfing. No, the filthy state of the Halfling was also impressive, he looked as if he had rolled in a camp fire after a fierce battle. Issac frowned noting a battered and beaten wooden shield hanging on the Halfling's back as he turned to close the door behind him.
As the halfling approached, Issac attempted to smile, "What can I do for ye?"
The halfling paused and looked down at his clothing, Issac wonder how he could stand to look at it, "Eh... I need some new armor... My old set caught on fire."
Issac's frown returned, "Lad... Armor that can burn isn't armor." He glances around the halfling, "That goes for shields too..."
The halfling pauses for a moment, considering this, "I guess...but it weighs you down so much."
The dwarf shakes his head, slightly confused at this puzzle. He obviously didn't have much money but how did he get his hands on that sword? He didn't have the air of a thief, "I have some chainmail in yer size that ain't too bulky."
The halfling looks surprised, "Really? Eh... How much is it?"
Issac looks at the halfling quietly for a long moment, the regular price was 100 gold but this guy looked down on his luck. The dwarf spoke in a firm tone, "90 gold pieces." He couldn't go lower. If the halfling couldn't afford it; there was nothing he could do, this was a business after all.
To his surprise, the halfling looked relieved and reached into his bag withdrawing a large pouch. Issac's eyes narrowed, four hundred at least, looked like more. He is silent as the halfling counts out and hands him ninety gold pieces, then he speaks, "How did you that money?"
The halfling blinks, "How? It's my payment for being in the army."
Issac smiles, "Ah... Well now, why are you saving it up?"
The halfling frowns, "Eh... I wasn't really saving it I just... I don't know... I didn't see anything to spend it on."
The dwarf chuckles, "So relaxed, but you can't walk around like that if you're a soldier."
"What?"
"You're a mess... It's almost shameful..."
The halfling stares at himself and frowns, "I didn't even think about it. I represent the queen..."
The dwarf chuckles, "You're a good lad, my name's Issac and I'll help you get suited up in style."
The halfling smiles, "You will? Thank you, my name's Felix Dale."
"First of all, a new suit of clothing but don't put it on until after ye've had a hot bath." The dwarf says, shuffling from behind the counter and moving towards a rack of small clothing.
In short time, Felix has procured a new set of boots, new shirts, trousers, and traded his tattered scarf for a warm cloak.
"Now, ye need a new shield. That plank of wood isn't cutting it." Issac holds his chin for a moment, "I think you'd do well with bucklers..."
"Bucklers?"
"Arm protection, keeps your hands free." The dwarf moves towards a display of armor and after a moment pulls out two small bucklers, "Made for dwarves but they should fit you fine."
Felix looks at the mass of armor and clothing he holds, "Erh... how much is all this?"
The dwarf pauses just before blurting out forty, the halfling had more than enough money, no need to show charity where it wasn't needed, "Fifty gold pieces."
Felix counts out the gold pieces and hands them over, then frowns, "What should I do with my shield."
"No one's going to buy that from you as a shield." The dwarf answers honestly, "But I'll give you five coppers for it as kindling."
Felix nods, "Thanks..." He looks around as the dwarf shuffles back to the counter and slides the gold pieces into a safe of sorts. Then he turns, a haunted look on his face, "I... I'm not fast enough... do you have anything that will help me move faster?"
"Not really..." The dwarf answers curiously, "Why?"
Felix looks down, "I can't protect people..." His voice is filled with shame, "If only I were able to stop enemies from hurting them..."
Issac arches a thick eyebrow, then looks thoughtful, "Well... You have a bow, right?"
Felix glances at the quiver slung over his back and nods, "Yeah...."
"Well... It won't make ye faster but I have some special arrows that really pack a punch." The dwarf pulls out four quivers, "But they aren't cheap... One erupts into flame, one strikes with lightning, one freezes what it hits, and one is charged with holy might to smite evil. The fire, ice, and lightning are 40 gold pieces per arrow, the holy is 80 gold pieces."
Felix frowns and begins counting his gold. After a few minutes, he looks up, "Well... I have 374 gold pieces... Um... I still might need some money later..." He pauses, thinking for several minutes before speaking again, "Can I get three fire arrows, three lightning arrows, and one holy arrow?"
Issac chuckles, "Going all out? Want more kills for yerself?"
Felix frowns, seriously, "No... I don't want anyone else to get hurt."
He hands over the final amount and slides his purchases into his bag. Issac's eeys widen slightly, "A bag of holding... You must be part of a special unit to have something like that and that sword."
Felix looks confused, "Not really..." Then he smiles, "Thanks allot, you've really helped me out."
Issac chuckles, "Ye've helped me laddie, first customer all day, I was dying of boredom."
Felix waves farewell and walks from the store, Issac shouts after him, "Stop by again before ye leave town!!! I want to see a solider the queen would be proud to have in her guard!!!"
Returning to the barracks, Felix follows Issac's advise and takes a hot bath, cleansing himself of the filth of so many battles. Then he puts on his new clothing and armor, a smile on his face as discovers how little the chainmail limits him, "The dwarf was right..."
Felix steps from the barracks wearing new leather boots, dark trousers, a pure white shirt, a light blue cloak, and a chain skirt over which hangs his bag of holding, his sword belt, his quiver holding new arrows, and his crystal.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 23, 2004 7:59 pm
After her strength is restored to normal, Myala returns to her barracks and resumes sleeping. When she finally wakes up the next day, she spends a good part of the morning in prayer and meditation for her spells. Only after she is finished does she move, her head tilting upward and her eyes slowly fluttering open. She looks down upon herself, a cross expression crossing her features. Her robes are tattered, torn, and still stained faintly with her blood in certain places.
"Heh, these old robes are a reminder of how many close calls I've had."
The priestess lightly chuckles to herself and turns, exiting the room and the barracks. She makes her way into the village and towards a tailoring shop, entering the building. After a little while, she exits the building with something folded over her arms. She enters the barracks once again, exiting a little while later. Her old, tattered robe has been replaced with a pair of dark green trousers, sturdy leather boots, a short-sleeved white blouse, and dark green vest. A dark green scarf is now around her neck, and her hair is tied back in a braid with white ribbons. The new outfit fits pretty tight to her body, showing off her rather attractive figure. She takes a seat on a bench outside and sighs, her braided hair fluttering with the breeze.
((OOC: Loose robes and armor tend to hide a girl's figure Myala bought the new outfit for 10 gp, the stated price))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 23, 2004 8:28 pm
Felix pulls the hood of his soft blue cloak over his head, the smile on his face fading as he notices Myala nearby. His eyes flash cold and he walks past her without a further glance or word. Entering the city streets, Felix begins to walk down them quietly watching the people go about their business.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 23, 2004 8:51 pm
((OOC: He must really be mad at himself if he won't even look at her))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Sep 23, 2004 9:17 pm
Solomon has stood outside of the barracks throughout the night, and continues to stand as motionless in the full heat of the day. The slight wind kicks up the tattered remains of what might have been a robe draped over his frame, but the android pays it no attention, lost to memeories as he opens his directional audio filters to full and enjoys sifting through the conversations buzzing throughout the streets, listening to the cares and concerns of humanity once more.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 23, 2004 9:59 pm
Noticing Myala on the bench, a passerby hoots and yells to her. "Hey baby, how much?" Laughing hysterically, the man continues on. Later, a messenger delivers a letter requesting each of the squad to be present at a meeting later on in the Castle.

Posted by: Rusty Thu Sep 23, 2004 10:33 pm
*Prestle exits the barracks, sighing heavily to himself.* : That misguided fool... *Prestle walks past Myala, as he doesn't recognize her out of the corner of his eye. He rests against a tree, swaying his tail to and fro. His strength had not been restored yet, and he was feeling much weaker than usual. Combine that with the fact he had just been revived recently, he had many things on his mind. As if the adventure itself wasn't ridiculous enough for him...He was a bit exhausted physically, but moreso mentally. Prestle has a blank stare on his face as he gazes forward, looking at nothing and no one in particular.*

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Sep 23, 2004 10:48 pm
Garudaos walked aimlessly though the streets, ashamed of his actions. As it had been for days before, he walked along in full battle attire with his head held up only bt the protective suit of metal. I am weak, he thought, barely avoiding a group of young men rushing past. He bumped into two of them, nearly knocking one over.
"I am sorry, sir; I did not mean to injure you or your friends." the dragonman muttered, extending an arm as the fellow's friends came to his aid.
"Watch where you're going, jerk!" the youth yelled, pushing it away roughly. "Don't think that you're special because you're in the army!"
"I'd watch it if I were you," another one of them said, pulling the speaker back. "I think he's that dragonman who was with the group that killed all those cult guys a while ago. I hear he'll turn you to ash if you even look at him wrong."
Garudaos raised his hand to say differently, but they all husteld off without turning around. Feeling even more dejected, the dragonman continued to wander Guardiana, getting the message from the guards shortly after passing the castle entrance. This continued until he came across a bench and sat down, his only company a beautiful young woman sitting alone. It wasn't until he'd turned to get a better look at her that he realized it was Myala.
"My apologies; I did not realize it was you," Garudaos said, rising. "I will leave you to your thoughts..."

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Sep 24, 2004 12:14 am
((Current Equipment Balance: 3095 Current Potion Balance: 1850))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 24, 2004 3:03 am
When they answer the summons, the group finds itself in the war room in front of Advisor Kellmass Ironhand. "Ah, you're the squad that found that cultist base, correct? Excellent. I have a mission for you..." Kellmass says, getting up and unfurling a map. "We've had a big break of sorts. My... colleague, Advisor Moonflow claims her divinations have finally revealed to her the location of the main Cultist base. It's supposedly in the mountains near my home of Bustoke," Kelmass says, tapping an area on the map east of Bustoke. "So it will be my very own Bustoke Brigadiers going in to destroy these scum at last. I know what you're thinking, and no you're not coming along. But that doesn't mean I'm not impressed with you combat record so far..." Kellmass says, walking around the room. "Since I've heard about how valiantly you guarded the Queen at the ruins, I want you to do it 24/7 while I'm away. With our forces spread thin trying to contain the cult and smash their HQ, we can ill afford an assassination attempt or something of the like. As of today, you are temporarily assigned to the Royal Guard. You will take your orders from Her Majesty's Captain of the Royal Guard, Sir Ken Brighthoof. Any questions?"

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 24, 2004 3:15 am
Felix swallows, once again glad he had encountered the dwarven shop owner and obtained new armor and clothing. He looks down for a long moment, then a hint of doubt crosses his face, they hadn't been able to protect a merchant, could they be trusted to guard the queen?

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Sep 24, 2004 5:36 am
*Standing in front of the group, Ivellas was also brandishing new armor. It was colored in his favorite blues and greens and fitted specially to him. Listening to Kelmass' orders, he took in the situation as it was. He could see that the others were becoming fidgity and nervous. He hoped that somehow, even if not by his own means, he could bolster their morale. Finally, when Kelmass asked if anyone had any questions, he had come up with a few.*
: I have a few questions, sir. Is there any more information in the form of an intel report on the cult's HQ? Also, is there any advice we could be given that would make our stay in this area or our assault on the base easier?

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Sep 24, 2004 5:40 am
((HP: +5 BAB: +1 WILL: + 1 REF: +1 Skills
Climb + 5 (increased by 1)
Diplomacy + 6 (increased by 1)
Escape Artist + 5 (increased by 1)
Jump + 5 (increased by 1)
Swim + 5 (increased by 1)
New Feat: Cleave))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 24, 2004 5:48 am
: "Eh? Your assault? Didn't you hear me, you're not coming with me, you're staying here! As for advice, my advice is this: Stick close to the Queen at all times! We may disagree on things at times, but I'd rather have her on the throne than some whimpering puppet of the Merchant Lords or Cult! Your recent fight in the town proved that the Cult's infiltration goes deeper than we had previously thought... There should have been no way for them to sneak that giant in here, but they did. That points to subverted guards, and with their destruction nigh, I fear they may try something risky..."

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Sep 24, 2004 5:52 am
*Feeling a bit sheepish that he missed a bit of information due to his mind wandering all over the spectrum of subjects contained within his head, he simply listened and nodded this time, waiting until Kelmass finished. Internally, Ivellas let out a sigh. Maybe his friends weren't the only ones suffering the effects of long, troublesome struggles against the cult. He was, too.*
: Yes, sir.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Sep 24, 2004 5:54 am
Myala stands silent, her expression strait. She thinks a lot about why Felix might be avoiding her, and how come it took a few minutes for everyone to recognize her. The news of the cult base being found excites her; until she finds out they are going. However, that excitement comes right back when she finds out that are being assigned to the Royal Guard.
"No sir, no questions. The royal guard? Wow...that sure is a blessing from Volcanon, even if it is temporary. Too bad we can't beat those cultist jerks down, I was hoping to take out some frustration..."
Her gaze turns back to Kyuu for a moment and she tilts her head to the side a bit. For some reason, he had not talked to her for a while, and she couldn't be sure why.
"I wonder if he's mad at me, or maybe it was something I said? Oh, now I remember. I'm such an idiot, I should have never told him about my feelings! Now he'll probably avoid me forever..."
Her gaze shifts away from him, and she seems lost in thought from here.
((OOC: The tiny italic text is thought ))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Sep 24, 2004 6:01 am
Garudaos nodded, the information being stored somewhere in his mind for later use. But still, his main focus was his lack of focus. He blamed his inability to choose a plausible course of action from now on. I could have been in the army before all this, the dragonman thought gloomily. But if I can be corrupted by evil even now, what hope do I have for the future? How can I be sure of my abilities when they can so easily be turned into tools for those that would bring harm? If I cannot fend off the dark intentions that threaten me, how can I fend off those that threaten the people?
And then, it shone like a clear light... Pao. It was the place where Elliot was known for saving many, and Garudaos would be welcomed there. In the prairie, he could take the time to discover himself as well as his talents. Perhaps he could even accompany the travelers that moved across that place, becoming a protector of sorts...
"Yes," Garudaos said aloud, not noticing his volume. "Yes... Pao it is..."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 24, 2004 6:34 am
: "Good. Be on your way, then. Report to Captain Brighthoof tommorrow morning. That is all. Dismissed!" "You OK, Garoudaos?" Daran asks after the meeting is over. "You have this wierd look in your eye and you muttered 'Pao' once." "Pao... Elliot spent a lot of time in Pao," Garudaos said.
"Did he? I thought he was from Runefaust... Guess he didn't like Waral for a vacation spot..." Daran says with a shrug. "Why? Thinking of taking a vacation yourself?"
"Perhaps... I think it might be a good idea for me to follow in his footsteps for... for..."
"For what?" Daran tilts his head.
"I'm a fool," the dragonman said coldly. "No wonder I can't find my way through the darkness..."
"What?" Daran asks, puzzled. "You're not a fool, why do you think so?"
"I need to go," the soldier said, walking away. "It is time I saw past the hero."
"What? Saw past the hero, what are you talking about?" Daran asks. "Come on, Gar, you're not going to leave are you?"
But Garudaos did not stop; instead, he broke into a run, a run which did not halt until he dropped to his knees in the dirt outside the castle walls. Panting heavily, he looked to the sky and said "Damn you, General Elliot. Damn you for all your glorious work..."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Sep 24, 2004 6:38 am
The guards at the castle looked on as Garudaos removed his armor piece by piece, until only his old underclothes and the sword he'd come with were still on his person. Raising the blade high in the air, he began to slam it down again and again on the ground, tossing clods of dirt to and fro in his rage.
"Damn you! Damn you!" he cried again and again. "Damn you for all yo've done for us all! Damn you for being a hero! Damn you for being related to me! Damn you for it all!"

Posted by: Critical Mass Fri Sep 24, 2004 9:07 am
((Thaske advances to wizard level 6! BAB increases by 1! HP increases by 4! (my con bonus is +3.. f*cking ouch) Knowledge (Religion) increases by 1! Spellcraft increases by 5!
Thaske learns Stinking Cloud!
Thaske learns Water Breathing!
Thaske gains Improved Initiative!
Spells Prepared:
No Light, No Light, No Light, Read Magic, Detect Magic
Silent Image, Nybor's Gentle Reminder, Enlarge, Enlarge
Glitterdust, Shocking Spark, Shocking Spark, Shocking Spark
Stinking Cloud, Scintillating Sphere, Scintillating Sphere
During the break, Thaske casts Khelben's Suspended Silence on one of his tanglefoot bags. The command word is "Gish." Material components for one more casting remain.))
*Thaske barely makes it to the meeting on time, and is so preoccupied with his own personal problems that he doesn't even remember to ask if there'd been any news on the artifact they'd discovered back in the cliff-face temple. He absently wanders back to the barracks and loses himself in prayer, though lately his prayers had seemed to him to be more and more empty. He met this problem with the only way he knew: more praying. Morale was starting to become a big problem amongst the group..*

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 24, 2004 12:53 pm
((Eh... Good thing certain members of the team aren't around to watch you slam the sword of the fallen into the earth.)) Felix sighs, after the meeting he begins walking around the castle getting use to it's layout.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Sep 24, 2004 3:55 pm
Solomon also begins walking through the area, recording the layout of the castle and the normal ambient sounds in his memory.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Sep 24, 2004 7:40 pm
Myala leaves the meeting hall without a word to anyone, her expression strait but a distinct look of sadness in her eyes. She continues right on out of the castle, and into town. A soft sigh escapes her lips, a faint chill washing over her as the breeze picks up a bit. She takes a seat beneath a tree and stares at the sky, thinking to herself.
"I've always heard from Khris that love hurts, but I never thought it would hurt this much."
Her thoughts are broken by the sound of someone approaching. Her gaze turns upward to see a man staring down at her intently. Curious as to what he wants, and rather annoyed being stared at, she stands up and places her hands on her hips.
"Yes?"
"Oh, nothing much hon. I was just admiring your beauty."
"Right... Anything else?"
"No need to be so testy babe, not a pretty girl like you. How would you like it if I showed you a good time?"
Myala thinks about it for a moment then shakes her head.
"No thanks, I have standards."
"Standards? Just what are you implying?"
"I'm saying that you don't meet my standards! Are you deaf?"
"Why you little-"
The man grabs her arm rather roughly, which only makes Myala angry.
"Let me go, I'm warning you."
((OOC: Sorry TUM, I was bored. Besides, since the man is just a random NPC, I didn't think you'd mind. Myala can take care of this on her own if need be, but I'm leaving this open for anyone to intervene if they wish))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 24, 2004 7:47 pm
Felix notices Solomon wanadering about and steps towards him quietly. Despite the armor he wears, the halfling barely makes a sound as he nears the robot, "Hey... Just looking around?"

Posted by: Rusty Sat Sep 25, 2004 3:35 am
*Prestle's keen ears pick up Myala's ordeal. His eyes widen at the sight...He couldn't believe what he saw. Myala's outfit...No wonder he didn't recognize her. He approaches her and the man. He taps the man on the shoulder a few times.* : She's a priestess. Move along.
*Prestle turns his glance to Myala.*
: Wearing clothes like that will attract such attention. I know wearing battered up and bloodied robes isn't very pleasant, but you don't want to give off the wrong impression of who you are and what you do. You are a priestess. I think the gold could be better spent on healing items for our cause rather than your appearance. To look good is for oneself, but to do good deeds is what we're intended to do. Doing good far outshines looking good.
*Without any further words, Prestle leaves Myala, heading towards Garudaos and his little scene. His eyebrow quirks as he mutters to himself, approaching Garudaos.*
: Everyone's acting so strange...

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Sep 25, 2004 4:43 am
The dragonman continued to pound away at the dirt with his sword, increasing the size of the dust cloud that now rose around him. Finally, tired and frustrated, he tossed the weapon into the pile that was his belongings and set upon the ground with is bare fists. Garudaos struck again and again, heedless of the pain or the onlookers or even the voice in his own head telling him to be rational and calm.
"Why couldn't you just be a normal man, you bastard?" he asked, as if the earth would open up and reply. "Why? Why did you have to be so great? Damn you, Elliot! Damn you for all you've done!"

Posted by: Jath Linoe Sat Sep 25, 2004 5:30 am
*Jath spent his time over the last few days sitting outside of the barracks. The arguement with his father was still hanging on his heart. Though a lot had happened since then including slaying a giant, and being possesed by a demon... the words of his father were still fresh in his mind and he thought about them now more than ever. He knew deep down that at first, the army appeared to him as a shortcut to the end of his pain a suffering... but after so much he had seen and so much evil that had surfaced in the past few months he found it hard to stay focussed on dying... for the first time since Morgana left him, he want to save a life rather than waste one.*
*Jath took a deep breath and gazed off into space as the time passed until it was time to go back on duty.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Sep 25, 2004 6:00 am
Garoudaos is soon after arrested for making a public scene, and put under barracks house arrest to cool off. ((I'm off to college tommorrow, so feel free to do stuff in Guardiana until my PC is back online.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Sep 25, 2004 4:28 pm
Solomon waits for a few moments in silence, then replies, "Yes, Felix Halfling. The land has changed greatly since I last saw it."

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Sep 25, 2004 4:32 pm
Felix rubs his head, then chuckles, "Well... Have fun..." Turning, the halfling walks through the castle one more time before slipping out to the streets beyond, just to time to see a group of soliders moving to arrest Garoudaos. The halfling pauses then frowns.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Sep 25, 2004 9:31 pm
Myala quirks her brow at Prestle, looking down at herself for a moment, then back up to him. "I know I am a priestess Prestle, but-" Before she can finish her sentence, he leaves which aggravates her even further. "Ooh, I hate it when people walk away before I can respond."
The priestess sighs softly and plops down back under the tree, staring at the sky again. She thinks about what Prestle had said about doing good deeds in comparison to looking good, but the thought of what he said about her making the wrong impression gets her a bit sour.
"Yes, I'm a priestess, but that doesn't mean I'm off limits. I'm allowed to have a life like everyone else. I swear people need to stop lecturing me like they know what's best for me. I'm not a baby, sheesh. I can take care of myself."
((OOC: Well it seems there is a lot of debate over whether or not her attire is proper for a priestess. I probably described it wrong, and that is my fault, so I’ll clear things up right now.
This is a picture of a D&D priestess’ adventuring attire. Myala wears pretty much the same type of outfit, except the vest is dark green, open, and loose. The pants are green, the boots are black, and she is wearing a scarf. The shirt is a loose white peasant blouse, so while it does show her frame a bit, it conceals her, as it should. I believe it to be totally appropriate for an adventuring priestess, unlike robes. I'm in the midst of drawing Myala in this outfit, and her priestess robes, then tell me if anyone would expect her to wear those robes all the time ))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Sep 26, 2004 5:38 pm
((Unfortunately, I couldn't do this entirely with pictures)) *On one of his breaks, Ivellas is able to catch Jath outside the barracks. He noticed that Jath, like himself, carried a heavy burden on his shoulders. As an officer, Ivellas realized that the responsibility of the group's morale rested with himself and Jath. If the group was going to pick up its demeanor, then he had to start with personnel. Plus, Jath was a friend, and it was more than military duty to do this. It was his duty as his friend as well. Ivellas walked up to Jath and sat down next to him, at first looking straight ahead and not looking at him yet. Instead, he looked as though he stared off into the distance deep in thought.*
: You look upset... I hope you're not too angry about back in the mansion.
~~~~~
*Kyuu spent his time around the places of the arcane arts. He spent a lot of his time trying to keep up on his tricks. However, something weighed down on him. All those times at the beginning of their journey that he had found himself dying didn't sit well with him. Looking around the magic items, he happened upon a few things that he realized would suit him well. There were items that acted like armor, but they wouldn't weigh him down like armor. He started to get fidgety at the thought of being more protected but not looking like it while having some cool magical device. He talked to the shopkeeper, asking how much they might be. She is a haggardly old woman dressed in a black cloak. When Kyuu asks her a question, she is startled slightly. The distraction causes her to almost knock over a few of her prized magical items she was busy cleaning and organizing around. She acted as though she had hardly seen any visitors come in for quite a while.*
: How much are these, ma'am?
: Oh... those! Well, the big metal things you have there are called bracers of armor. I get a lot of requests for them. Why, even people who don't know anything about magic at all come in looking for them. Do you know anything about magic?
: Why yes, ma'am, I'm actually a-
: Now that's nice to hear. Young people are still practicing the art of magic! *She seems almost too overjoyed to hear this. It was as if she felt magic was dying out in a time when it probably couldn't have been stronger. Suddenly, a blank, inquisitive look came across her face.* What were we talking about again?
: These bracers of armor-
: Oh, right! Like I was saying, those will protect you without weighing you down. They come in a bunch of different varieties. Those ones you have there offer a little protection, but there are ones that offer as much protection as a full suit of plate mail! I haven't any of them, though, but by the look of you, you probably couldn't afford them anyway. *The shopkeeper laughed to herself, and Kyuu feigned a chuckle to go along, then sighed* The other thing you have there is called an Amulet of Natural Armor. Again, that's one of the more basic ones (which is why it's on display, hehe!), and they also come in a variety of types, though not as many as the bracers. The amulet is twice as expensive as the bracers, though.
: How much are they, though?
Oh, silly me! I got so caught up in talking about them I forgot to give you their prices. Bracers of armor cost 1000 gold pieces, and if you want to know how much the others cost, just multiply by 2. They come in eight varieties of increasing protection. The amulet costs 2000 and follows the same suit.
*Kyuu thought a moment. He had a bit over 600 gp, and he could always borrow out of the equipment fund.*
: I'll take the bracers, then. Here's 623 gold pieces. The army will reimburse you with the other 377.
Shopkeeper: "A tab? Well, I normally wouldn't do that, but... you seem like a nice young boy. Yes, a very nice young boy! I'll let it slide this time. Plus, the army knows not to double back on me, hehehehe!"
Kyuu: "Yes... ... well... I need to be going. Thank you, ma'am." *Kyuu then hurriedly scrambled out the door with his bracers, eager to be away from the senility of the old lady.*
Shopkeeper: "No, thank you! And come back again sometime! Teehehehehe!"
((Current Equipment Balance: 2628))
----
*After his run-in with the hag, Kyuu wandered around town until he saw Myala get into a small scuffle with a strange man. Before he could go over to help, Prestle had already intervened, said a few words, and left, but Myala was obviously upset. He moved sheepishly towards her, a bit nervous because of what she had said earlier to him. He didn't know how to react to that kind of stuff, he was a studious mage, not the castle bard! Finding a place to sit near her, he had a seat while his eyes darted around, never able to stay focused directly on her.*
"Ummm... hi!... er... yeah, hi, Myala... oy...*sigh*"
*In Volcanon's name he had so just blown it.*

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Sep 27, 2004 8:56 pm
((OOC: The way you've been roleplaying him since they first met Rusty, I'd say Prestle is jealous. It would make sense, seeing as he's always the first one to help her, and he's the only one that's gotten on her case Then again, I have this thing for being wrong))
Myala is indeed upset, as Kyuu can see from the look on her face. She seems lost in thought as well, as stares up at the sky blankly. When he takes a seat beside her and says hello, she lowers her head and turns her gaze to him. Seeing Kyuu there next to her causes her to blush a bit, but she sees no use in trying to hide it.
"H-hi there Kyuu, um...how are you? Oy...why must I always lose my nerve when I talk to him?"

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Sep 27, 2004 9:25 pm
Garudaos brooded in his room, ashamed of himself. He'd completely lost his mind, and it wasn't until the guards tossed him the the barracks kicking and screaming that he realized how far gone he'd been. I've shamed my family and the Royal Guard, the dragonman thought bitterly, staring off into space. Staring straight ahead, he saw the medal he'd recieved for his previous service and had to look away.
Mae might as well have been speaking to me instead of that robot, Garudaos mourned, rolling onto his side to sleep away his troubles. I am the one who is not worthy...

Posted by: Jath Linoe Tue Sep 28, 2004 6:46 pm
*Jath didn't hesitate to reply to Ivellas since he didn't want his mood to be misinterpreted.* : No Ivellas... I feel if anyone should be sorry about the mansion it should be me. *Jath paused a moment. He wanted to tell Ivellas the truth... but Jath knew Ivellas was very serious about the army and very serious about fighting... what would he think if Jath told him the truth. That, Jath's main objective in the beginning was not to serve or to fight, but to die. Jath took a deep breath as he continued in thought. Ivellas was his leader... they may both be corporals but Jath knew nothing of leadership. If he was going to tell anyone about his situation, Ivellas would be the one... *
: Actually, Ivellas, there is something heavier on my heart... it seems I'm finding my purpose in this army and...... more importantly... in this life. *Jath looked over at Ivellas with the purist sense of sincereity but failed to say anything more*

Posted by: Rusty Tue Sep 28, 2004 7:03 pm
((Not exactly, actually...)) *Prestle enters the barracks, and approaches the room that Garudaos had been placed in. He speaks through the door, looking about the hallway. He tried his best to remember the dragonman's name.* : Gar...udaos. I understand if you don't want to talk right now. And I'm not sure what you got so upset about...But I want you to know if you want or need to talk to anyone, I'll be here.
*Prestle admired the dragonman. He was a fine warrior, a better one than himself. Prestle knew that the problem might escalade if not looked into as soon as possible. He didn't know him very well, but he was a comrade and so far he had been a good friend to him.*

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Sep 28, 2004 8:05 pm
"Prestle..." the dragonman said, still facing the wall, "Who was your first hero? Which person did you first want to be like?"

Posted by: Rusty Tue Sep 28, 2004 9:35 pm
*Prestle looks forward down the hall, not peering into the room, for he respects the man's privacy.* : I have always admired Arthur...A knight that could both wield a lance and cast spells. I've always dreamed of becoming like him. I was killed in battle...But now I live again so that I may live that dream.
*Prestle closes his eyes, speaking calmly.*
: And I did hear whose name you called out. Why are you trying to compare yourself to him? You are not him. You are a different person...But that does not make you inferior in any way. Our quest is not finished. We always will have time to better ourselves if we see any error...Or perhaps we will always have time to see ourselves in a new light - one others may see that we may not.
*Prestle sways his tail about opening his eyes again.*
: I'm not a genius or anything...But I do know this much: you, nor I will ever be another Elliot...But does that really stop us from being heroes? Do we need glory to be important? Do we need to look good in battle so that we may gain respect? No. I think the bigger picture is that we live for our cause, and we die for our cause...In His name.
*Prestle makes the sign of the cross after saying this, remaining by the door for the dragonman's response.*
((Now now, Prestle is a fairly religious centaur. Let's not forget this.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Sep 28, 2004 10:34 pm
Solomon continues to examine the grounds of the castle in minute detail, finally reaching the dungeons. He walks in on Prestle's last comment, then notices the Dragonman behind the bars. In Draconic, the android speaks softly, <Honorable ally, why do you stand thus caged? Surely the defenders of this land could find no fault in thy will, nor in the actions of the body guided by it, thou who stands as an honor to the ideals of thy race.>

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Sep 29, 2004 3:53 am
"What pains me now is not that I am not Elliot, but that I have tried too much to be him. I do not know who I am. Perhaps you are right, and I may still find myself. But until this point I am a mere shadow of a ghost." The dragonman was about to say more, but Solomon's entrance and subsequent query caused Garudaos to pause. It had been a long time since he'd heard a non-draconic speak the language, years since the subtle tones and nuances were uttered by those not of Elliot's line. It took him back to a simpler time, a time when he played with his father and his cousins and pretended to be a monster or a hero or a bird; and as this forced memory faded, the dragonman felt the need to sit up and observe the robot which so eloquently asked of an ally's plight. However, after he'd reganied his composure, Garudaos shook his head and stood.
"These restraints are only a physical representation of what I have imposed on myself over the years," the dragonman responded, in the same language in which the andrond had spoken. " My distress stems from the reality that I have not lived my life as Garudaos, but as a dragonman trying to be General Elliot; this and this alone sent me into a violent rage. I was unruly and wild when they found me in the street, and for both my safety and that of the people they have placed me here. I do not blame them; for all intents and purposes, I may as well be mad. Insanity is no honor to my people or my country, and it is for this reason why I do not oppose my current fate."

Posted by: Rusty Wed Sep 29, 2004 4:12 am
*Prestle wishes he could understand Draconian, but assumes that he is translated for Solomon...Who doesn't need translation...But he brushes it off anyway.* : Just because you see yourself as a shadow doesn't mean you ARE one. Continue fighting with us, be strong and worry not. If you help your cause, you will be a hero, no matter what.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Sep 29, 2004 5:09 am
Solomon waits until the others have stopped speaking, then says calmly, <The ancients oft spake these words: 'No soul can long be bound to any form but its own. No foot can be forced to march anothers path.' Thy soul has seen the truth of thy plight, else thine tongue would not have spoken the words I have just heard, and to see such truth in a time of great personal darkness does credit to thy name and thy lineage. Listen to the four-legged one, for his is a kindly yet wise disposition. Would that I had more to offer, but though I have seen much, I have not the wisdom to forge language into words that speak truth to a soul, as he possesses.>

Posted by: Jath Linoe Wed Sep 29, 2004 7:15 pm
*After a long pause Jath found the means to speak again.* : Ivellas, have you ever fallen in love?

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Sep 29, 2004 11:26 pm
: I... *Ivellas thought for a moment about his own love life. There had been the occassional interest or flirt, but he honestly couldn't recall ever being involved. Actually, he couldn't recall ever having such strong feelings about a female. He had been so caught up in his military training that he had put everything aside. He felt a bit strange answering the question as he was about to, but he wasn't about to lie.*
: Honestly... *sigh* no. How does that tie into your joining the military?
~~~
*Kyuu sat looking at the ground, but finally got the nerve to look at Myala when he talked to her. He didn't want to be rude to someone going so far out of her way to be friendly with him.*
: I'm ok... Soooo... why the down look? Is everything ok?

Posted by: Jath Linoe Thu Sep 30, 2004 1:48 am
: I've known you since our first day of training together... there's things about me that most people don't really know... *There was another pause. It was obvious that Jath was struggling with the topic.* Well, let me put it this way... please stop me if I'm getting to personal... your father was a great fighter and officer, we both know that... it seems to me like your reason for joining the army was to follow in your father's footsteps am I wrong?

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Sep 30, 2004 2:18 am
*Ivellas took a second before he answered the question. The word "father" triggered an instant reaction of shock from him. He was doing better to contain it, but the scar would be visible, just like any other* : Um... yes. I loved my father and I loved hearing his war stories or stories from other people about him. I want to find out what happened to him... I... I want to be at least one tenth of the man that he was...

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 30, 2004 6:03 am
"Honestly? Oh...of course you want me to be honest, how silly can I be?" Myala sighs heavily, causing her shoulders and chest to heave a bit. It takes her a little while, but she regains her composure. "Well having that man shamelessly flirt with me didn't help my already depressive mood. Then Prestle nonchalantly telling me it was basically my fault for giving off the wrong impression made it worse. I don't think this is giving off the wrong impression. Is there anything wrong with not hiding behind all those heavy robes? I mean I am a priestess, but I'm also a person. I get to have some sort of a life too. I do consider Prestle a friend, but sometimes he meddles too much in affairs that aren't his concern."
The young elf pauses, her gaze wandering off towards the sky again. Her left hand slowly raises to her shoulder, where she lets it rest for the time being.
"To tell you the truth, I did get tired of hiding myself from everyone in a sense. What it really was though, is that those torn, bloody robes were always a constant reminder-"
Myala chuckles lightly, her hand tugging a bit at the scarf around her neck. It begins to slip loose, showing the long pink scar across her throat.
"-of how close I've come to death. Granted, I've never died...but when that zombie came at me and sliced my neck open...I thought I was going to die. I swear that my life was starting to flash before my very eyes. It was all because I made a stupid little mistake. Funny how the smallest mistake in a battle situation can be the difference between life and death. No matter how hard I try, the others get on my case whenever I mess up."
Tears well up in her eyes and she lowers her head, her hands partially over her face.
"They expect the impossible out of me. I'm only mortal...I make mistakes. There's no way I can ever be perfect, no matter how hard I try."
((OOC: I'm not saying that's the way any of your character meant it guys, I'm saying its how she feels ))

Posted by: Jath Linoe Thu Sep 30, 2004 6:12 am
*Jath sensed that Ivellas was uncomfortable with the question from his reaction* : It seems everyone has a valid reason for joining the army... a few months before I joined, I was in love... her name was Morgana. Unfortunately she.... *Jath paused again* she disappeared. Everything was perfect... just out of nowhere she was gone. Later I found out she left with another centaur... I never heard from her again. What followed was a very dark time for me... always trying to find something to do with my time... it became hard to take the pain... I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't dishonor myself and my family by taking my own life. I figured the quickest way to death is on the front lines of battle. *Jath looked at the ground in front of him* It's hard to tell you this.... I know how serious you are about fighting
: There's obviously more instore for you yet, Jath. We might find her, yet. For all we know, she may not have simply "left." Who knows? The fact remains that you set out to not come back, and yet here you are. You're here to fulfill some greater purpose. Just being alive, then, should give you a sense of accomplishment some people could never fathom.
:That's what I'm starting to find out... I look at all of our commrades and think of how each one of them strives for something... but above all they all are here to help make our world a safer place... I guess I just never thought of all of it... i was too focussed on my own pain to realize that there are people in greater pain than I... I want to help them Ivellas. *Jath looked back at him again with sincerety then frowned and continued* But it goes deeper... my father... he doesn't buy my intentions... he thinks I'm only out to die... he doesn't understand that I'm trying to heal... as for her... I never want to see her again... so many broken promises... so many lost dreams.
: Most of us are here finding ourselves, Jath. You're not the only one who has questions that need answers, as you've realized. With each lead we find on the cult... each bit of information we find out about what their plans are, and each cult member we dispose of... we find a bit of ourselves. We help one more person feel safe. As for your father... his views will change when he sees what you accomplish. You've already saved the city. If that's not enough, then we'll see his reaction when we save the world, won't we? *Ivellas smiles and pats his friend on the shoulder, resting his hand there*
: Thanks Ivellas... *Jath absorbed the moment for a while then spoke again* You know... your father was a great hero... but it seems in a way all of your own... so are you.
: *Ivellas sighs* We're all heroes, Jath, and yet, all the same none of us are. What is a hero, Jath? Do we have to gallavant around the world to be heroes? I don't want to be a hero, Jath. Heroes are the stuff of legends... the people who strive to do the impossible. No, Jath. I can't accept being called a hero. Heroes strive to do the impossible. I'd rather be someone... if I'm someone, then I've done something. Even if that something should go on to be retold as an epic by all the bards across Rune, it will be something that was worthwhile. That's why I want to follow my father's footsteps. He made the world safe. If I can be someone, then, I want to be someone other than a hero.
:I suppose you're right... though the meaning of a hero has become the way you describe it... I think a true hero means exactly what you strive for... but, if definition is all that matters, call yourself what you will.. you are still great... and your duties will carry that title further... and I'll always be there by your side.
: You don't need to be by my side. We're all destined for greatness in one way, shape, or form. The only road block is whether or not we choose to answer it. No matter what you decide to do, though, I'll be glad to see you do so. Especially if it's together... as friends.
:Certainly, Corporal. *Jath smiled and held out a hand*
: Hey now, you're a Corporal, too, you know! *Ivellas takes Jath's hand and pulls him in for a brotherly hug/pat on the back*
:I heard there was some trouble in town with our soldiers... do you think we should check on it?
: I believe we should.

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Sep 30, 2004 6:32 am
*Kyuu glanced over her new outfit to look at the details. He figured that she wanted some attention paid to it. He had to admit, it was nice looking to say the least. He couldn't help but think that in some ways Myala was turning away from her healing side and heading towards the combative side of her training.*
: Well... um... it is pretty. Don't take that the wrong way! Err, nevermind that. Oh, and you also shouldn't mind that guy that flirted with you like that. He goes by the name "Derrek Swiftjoke... JACKASS OF THE REALM!" Why he'd want to call himself that, who knows? He's a rather mysterious fellow who seems to pop up at odd times to random people with his wares. Usually, they include magical items. No one knows what he's up to, though, so he's completely random. *Kyuu shrugs*
: You know what I do when I get upset, though? I read magical lore. It comes to me easily and I don't have to study like most mages, but it keeps me interested. I like books. Maybe you need some kind of guidance or relief, too... ya know? Ummm... maybe spending more time in Volcanon's temples, or even more time praying.
*The comments on guidance brought him to Myala's statements on mistakes and mortality. Kyuu had his own brushes with death earlier, and he understood why she was so frightened by that possibility*
: You're right, though, Myala. No one is perfect, and we're all mortal. I just think people expect you to be an example of morality and virtue, though, since you're a priestess. One might think any of us cares too much about the others, but maybe it's just that we care enough and it gets in the way sometimes. I don't know, just a guess. You can't protect everyone, and you never know when an enemy is going to get lucky or someone is going to get surrounded. All you can do is try. It's what we all do. I don't always have a spell I wish I had, but sometimes you can find ways to make what you know more useful.
*Not sure if his talk was helping Myala, he looked around quickly, saw a flower, grabbed it, and gave it to her*
((Diplomacy: 1d20+12 = 17))
: Why don't you keep this with you? It can help remind you what's good and beautiful in the world when you get down like this. *Kyuu smiles a grin showing lots of teeth at her*

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Sep 30, 2004 6:25 pm
As it appears he's calmed, the guards release the dragonman from his cell. "Thank you, friends," Garudaos said. "I will try to have greater control in the future, and I thank you for your concern." "Just be more careful in the future... Disturbing the peace is only a minor thing, but enough instances of it can blotch your record," the guard says with a salute. "Now you'd probably get back to the barracks."
"Yes sir," the dragonman replied, hastening towards the barracks. His mind was clear, his heart not quite so light; it was time to see if the true Garudaos could yet be discovered.
You have been both my friend and my foe, cousin, he thought, the brightness of the day harsh to eyes that had been removed from light for hours. Now let us see who will emerge victorious in our current fight...

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 30, 2004 6:55 pm
The next day, the heroes gather in the Royal Guard barracks, assembling in front of Ken Brighthoof, the Captain of the Guard and warrior of the Shining Force. : "Greetings to you all! As you probably already know, my name is Ken Brighthoof. Technically you're supposed to call me Captain Brighthoof, but I never liked all those formalities and such... Just call me Ken and we'll get along fine despite my being your new commanding officer. Sergeant Frost spoke very highly of your abilities, so I have no doubt that you'll continue to uphold the fine tradition of the Royal Guard. Your job, of course, will be to patrol the castle grounds and maintain the safety of the Queen. Duty rosters are on the wall over there, so you know who goes where at any given time. First shift is Garoudaos, Daran, and Felix on the Queen's personal guard, Ivellas, Jath, and Prestle on outer yard patrol, and everyone else on castle watch. Now what that means is..." Ken is interrupted by soft footsteps as he turns to see Queen Anri walk out from the nearby doorway.
: "So once again we meet, my brave soldiers... I heard that Kellmass pressed a squad from the regular army into service as guards, but I admit I am surprised it was you... I am grateful for his concern, and grateful for yours as well since you accepted... But it's really not that much to be concerned about. I am a master wizardess after all..." Anri says with a faint smile. Her eyes look dark from lack of sleep and she seems tired.
: "Anr- Your highness, it's just that everyone's still a little on edge from the attacks of Woldol and Dava..." Ken says quietly. Anri frowns, seeming a little annoyed by the mention of those names.
: "Woldol was a fluke... I was more naive then, thought everything could be solved with diplomacy... And Dava never kidnapped me, it was a ruse to test..." Anri shakes her head. "Nevermind. I suppose extra guards while the main army is away isn't that bad of an idea, but I'm not some sheltered porcelian doll. I've seen more than my fair share of combat as well, so don't think that I can't carry my own weight in battle..." Anri stops and shakes her head again, raising a hand to rub her forehead. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little irritable this day. I'm tired..."
: "You've been up all night in the library again, haven't you?" Ken asks.
: "I need answers more than I need sleep... The kingdom... The Runic Alliance itself is counting on me..." Anri says distantly. Then she shakes her head and her gaze returns to the group. "But I forget why I came here. Welcome to the castle. Hopefully this guard business won't be too much of a fuss... I'm sorry that Advisor Ironfist pressed you into this. In anycase, I have to go, there's still much work for me to do," Anri says with a tired sigh as she turns and walks out. Ken stares after her for a moment, then shakes his head and returns his attention to you.
Ken goes over the duties and responsiblities of the guard as well as how to execute them properly for a good hour more. By the end of it though, everyone has a good grasp of what to do. Everyone is scattered around the castle, patrolling this, guarding that.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 30, 2004 7:03 pm
Felix stands quietly in castle library, his small form barely noticable among the furniture and stacks of books. His bright eyes follow Anri quietly and while his actions show the proper reservation, his eyes show concern for the weary queen.

Posted by: Rusty Thu Sep 30, 2004 7:52 pm
*Prestle exits to his place of watch. He smiles, moving his right arm in circles as he yawns. His strength was returning to him slowly. He looked at the grass and trees and breathed in the fresh air. He was glad to have gotten patrol outside. He was always fond of nature.*

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 30, 2004 8:14 pm
((OOC: Now that TUM is back, this is moving fast again)) Myala sits silent as Kyuu speaks to her, and though she seems a little out of it, his words burry themselves deep in her heart and mind. Her hands slowly fall away from her face, taking their place on her lap again. Her gaze turns to him as he hands her the small flower, her amber eyes going a little wide. She had never thought anyone could be this nice, and that such beauty could be found in a simple flower. After some time, she places the flower in her hair and smiles softly.
"Thank you Kyuu, I'll keep that in mind."
<><><><><>
The next day, Myala is a bit hesitant to awaken because of the nice dreams she'd been having. However, once she is awake she fusses very little as she gets dressed and makes her way to the meeting. She stands silent as Ken speaks, and doesn't say anything even afterwards. She leaves the meeting room and goes about her patrol of the castle, but nothing eventful happens. She sighs, obviously bored.
"I would never want anyone to be harmed, but I find myself wishing someone would come that we can beat up."
((OOC: While Myala is not evil, being possessed by that demon did have a bit of a long-term affect. Her warrior side is beginning to show more now ))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Sep 30, 2004 8:34 pm
Solomon stands perfectly still and silent within Anri's personal chambers, where his unlimited attention span will never wander and give assasins a chance to lay a trap for the weary queen.

Posted by: Jath Linoe Thu Sep 30, 2004 8:44 pm
*Jath trotted catiously between his patrol points. Every so often he would walk close enough to spot the other two centaurs and check their status as well.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 30, 2004 10:07 pm
The day quickly passes, Anri does not leave the library, continuing to pore over the vast amount of lore contained in the many books and tomes that line the walls in search of answers. Eventually, when the hour grows late, the queen's formidable will is sapped and she slumps forward, head resting on an open book, asleep from exhaustion.
Outside, night has fallen and a chill wind blows.

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Oct 01, 2004 12:27 am
Felix watches the queen finally dose off and stands in place for a few minutes before silently slipping from the room. Stepping down the hall, he slips into a closet and reappears with a large soft blanket. Moving back into the room, he quietly and carefully, lays it atop Anri, pausing for a moment as she mutters something in her sleep.
Once the Queen is covered with the blanket, he returns to the side of the room and stands silently, his bright eyes scanning the room with both worry and compassion.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Oct 01, 2004 1:40 am
The android continues to stand silent guard over the queen's chambers, cold and grim as the years themselves.

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Oct 01, 2004 2:06 am
*As the night settles, Ivellas becomes incredibly edgy. The chill wind moving in seems almost too unnaturally fitting for the evening, given the past events. However, all his ears can pick up are the sounds of the wind rushing through the area. His eyes, on the other hand, are a bit more keen to the situation. He notices the ground shaking, which is very odd considering they're on the inside of the castle's boundaries. Looking up and back at the castle, he sees Kyuu watching...
~~~
Kyuu had been stationed withing the castle ramparts. Using his keen vision, he spent time every so often surveying the castle grounds, helping the guys out in the courtyard. He couldn't hear much, but the mounds forming all around in the ground couldn't be a good sign. He figured that it could be tunneling, magical, or possibly even monsters, but he couldn't quite tell. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Ivellas looking up at him, just as nervous as he was.
~~~
Ivellas and Kyuu make eye contact, but before Kyuu is able to speak, Ivellas silences him with some hand motions and clasping his hands over his mouth. Again waiving his arms wildly, Ivellas signals with his hands and his fingers to run back into the castle. Kyuu realized what Ivellas had been getting at. The more covertly they go about this, the less chance anyone might here that they caught on to what was going on out in the courtyard. To each of his friends outside, he pointed to the spots where the ground was shaking, nodded firmly with a stern look on his face, then readied his lance and shield in front of him.
~~~
Kyuu ran through the halls of the castle, grabbing the attention of everyone he knew to get ready for something big. He gave them a brief overview of something underneath the ground was expanding, and it was probably coming towards the castle. He asked them to help him get everyone ready and explained the need to keep this quiet. The castle alarm would be too alerting to everyone, not just the people in the castle.*

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Oct 01, 2004 2:32 am
Solomon asks Kyuu quietly where the queen was at that moment, then proceeded at a quick trot to the library. The queen's room could be swept for traps later if she survived, but assasination attempts would be a moot point if she were lost in this upcoming attack.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Oct 01, 2004 2:38 am
((Everyone gains 1000 XP for excellent RPing.)) Silently, Kyuu alerts everyone to the danger, though he finds an odd amount of guards sleeping in the barracks. Everyone bustles out as Ken, and Daran step out to provide additional outside defense. The attempt at subtlety is apparently not needed though... The ground begins to tremble, then shake, then violently quake as three giant worms burst through the courtyard soil, swiftly wriggling out of their tunnels to allow troops to pour forth from the tunnels.
: "ALL SWORDS TO BATTLE! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" Ken shouts as he readies his lance and shield.
: "There are still guards conscious... Wait... Army troops! This was not according to plan... Rush them!"
http://shining-music.net/sf2_ost/11%20-%20Battle3.mp3
BATTLE!
Allies:
Ken Brighthoof
4 Palace Knights
Enemies:
3 Worms
24 Dark Soldiers
10 Dark Magi
1 Sin Lord
10 Shadow Demons
Choose where to place your character, put them anywhere outside of the circles assuming you're taking part in this fight.

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Oct 01, 2004 4:05 am
((Init: Kyuu 1d20+7 = 22 Ivellas: 1d20+4 = 16)) *Kyuu finds himself coming out of the main entrance when he finds the group of enemies standing there, giving the order to attack. Raising his hands in front of him, he sends out a wave of colors across the mass of enemies around the holes.*
((Color Spray. Will Save DC 15 or the following
2 HD or less: Unconscious for 2d4 rounds, blinded for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for one round.
3-4 HD: Blinded for 1d4 rounds, then stunned for 1 round.
5+ HD: Stunned for 1 round.
Affects all within a cone of 35 feet in length. Doing the math, since D&D considers cones to involve equilateral triangles, the area of effect by the end is 52' across tapering in at a 60° angle. I'm more than willing to draw that on a second map. Chances are that gets everything.))
*As the wave of colors descends over the enemy group, Ivellas charges in at one of the monstrous worms in an attempt to remove some of the heavy artillery.*
((1d20+13 = 28
(1d8+8)*3 = 45))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Oct 01, 2004 5:16 am
((Listen: 15 + 2 = 17)) Felix's ears perk up and he rests a hand on the hilt of his sword before moving softly towards Anri. The halfling rests a hand on Anri's shoulder and a voice speaks, "Your majesty...." Anri stirs slightly. Felix shakes her shoulder slightly and speaks, his voice carrying more urgency, "Your majesty..."
Anri groggily awakens. "Wha... What? Did I fall asleep?"
Felix removes his hand, glancing at the door, "Your majesty, fighting is taking place outside..."
"Fighting? What?" Anri says, standing up shakily. "Where?"
Felix looks at the queen quietly for a long moment, then his eyes harden, "Your majesty, please hide yourself in the room while I guard the entrance."
"Nonsense, where's the fighting? I won't let my soldiers go into battle while I cower in a library..." Anri says, looking around.
((Spot: 18 + 2 = 20))
Anri is in terrible shape. She looks ready to fall over from fatigue. Combat is the last thing she should be doing.
Felix pauses for a brief second, then he moves to block Queen's way to door, "I can't let you do that."
"What? Why not?" Anri asks, moving forward.
The halfling swallows, continuing to stand in her way, "Yo... you would get in the way. You can barely stand! How can you fight? Trust your soldiers. Don't put their lives in danger because of your pride!" Felix's voice although firm begins timid and grows blunt as he speaks, "I won't let you hurt them or yourself, your highness."
Anger flashes across Anri's face for a moment, then it fades and she heaves a tired sigh. "The truth... is not always pleasant to hear... Very well..."
Felix says nothing and instead slips away from the queen while drawing his blade.
"Go with the Light then, aid my soldiers where I cannot," Anri says quietly.
Felix blinks and shakes his head, locking the door and slipping behind a stack of books on a chair.
((Hide: 19 + 5 = 24))
He bends into the shadow, his small form obscured in the shadows of the books. He watches the door quietly, his eyes glimmering.
((Dodge to first thing through door.
Prepared to attack first enemy to pass his location.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Oct 01, 2004 6:02 am
Solomon listens to the exchange between the queen and the halfling, then takes his place 10 feet behind the door, where his long reach will threaten any attacking troops. Readied action: Attack first enemy to enter through door. Use laser if he can see multiple enemies through it, use fists otherwise.

Posted by: Rusty Fri Oct 01, 2004 6:03 am
((Initiative...17 base...+4? = 21?)) *Prestle glares at the enemies as he charges forward. Building up momentum, he glides across the field with ease as his lance takes itself home into the belly of one of the worms, driving deep into it.* ((Roll to hit...20! Confirming critical...12 + 8 + 1 + 2 = 23...Critical Hit!
Damage...8 + 5 * 4 = 52!!! My best hit yet ^__^))
: You would be wise to leave!
*Prestle calls out loudly to the enemy.*
((Dodge to whatever the heck comes at me first XD))

Posted by: Lord Zendor Fri Oct 01, 2004 11:39 am
*Nortiln spent most of his days by himself, perched on the side of the castle. In mid-thought, he hears some commotion* ((finally back! Init: 3 + 3 =6)) "There are still guards conscious... Wait... Army troops! This was not according to plan... Rush them!"
(Finally! Something to get me away from my mind!) Just try it!
*With the will of the gods, Nortiln flies straight into the attacking army and proceeds to hack away at the invaders*
((I'm having him go into the nearest area from the castle where he has at least two enemies within melee range
Attack: 6 + 10 = 16
Damage: 6 + 4 = 10
If that actually hits and kills something, my Cleave hit:
Power Attack 2:
8 + 10 - 2 = 16
3 + 4 + 2 = 9))

Posted by: Critical Mass Fri Oct 01, 2004 5:26 pm
((Init: 10 +5 =15)) *Thaske rushes outside as fast as he can, prepared for the absolute worst. What he sees, though, almost makes him laugh. What kind of fool attacks the Mage Queen, one of the most powerful wizards he had ever heard of, head-on in a tight circular formation? Thaske fires off a tiny yellow bead of pure magical force just off the center of the main massed forces that explodes in a violent electrical storm, catching the main bulk of invaders in the blast radius.*
((Scintillating Sphere cast to hit the max number of enemies without hitting Prestle and Ivellas; 16 Soldiers, 6 magi, and 2 worms hit with 20 electrical damage, Ref 17 for half). Thaske is positioned just inside the castle against the left wall.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Oct 01, 2004 5:41 pm
((I can't resist... pwn3d))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Oct 01, 2004 8:00 pm
((Initiative: 1d20 + 8 = 28)) Myala follows Kyuu out of the main entrance, her eyes widening at the sight of all the enemies. She takes her place right by his side and places her hand on his shoulder. She closes her eyes and focuses the power of her spell on him. A shimmering magical field forms around the fox mage and Myala pulls her hand back.
Myala casts Shield of Faith!
After casting her spell, her free hand returns to the shaft of her weapon. Now holding it in both hands, a small grin plays across her lips. However, when she sees more shadow demons, she frowns.
"More of those things? We mustn't let them get past us Kyuu. I just hope we get some back up soon, even I can't hold them off for long. Perhaps we should target the shadow demons first with our magic."
((OOC: Kyuu gets a +3 deflection bonus to AC for 6 minutes, or 60 rounds. I'm pretty sure that'll last for the whole fight ))

Posted by: Jath Linoe Fri Oct 01, 2004 11:37 pm
*Jath came galloping from behind the castle in time to see the enemies pouring out of the deep holes in the soil immediatly attacking his friends around him. Jath didn't stop. Instead he continued into a charge at the nearest foe which happened to be a Dark Soldier*
Charge: 8+11=19
Damage: 8+7*3= 45
((Jath came from the left near the flowers))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Oct 02, 2004 3:25 am
Garudaos, now more determined to be his own man, continued to wake early in te mornings and train at various times. He had just awoken from a nap and began to armor up for such a practice when the alarm was sounded. Hastily securing his armor and weapon, he unsheathed the Greatsword and hustled towards the fight.
From what he could see there were a mass of creatures emerging from a newly dug hole, around which various members of his team and the royal guard were assembled. Cursing his luck, he continued to hustle in the direction of combat, eager to see if his newly honed skills were the beginning of change.
((Init: 1d20 + 3 = 15
I doubt I'd be able to make it from the barracks to the fight, but if I can then assume I use dragonbreath on as many foes as I can without injuring allies.
Dragonbreath: 6d10 = 31 ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Oct 02, 2004 7:39 am
((I was going to use a map, but really, considering the numbers, I can't. Besides, this won't be long. Garoudaos, you were with everyone for the Royal Guard stuff.)) Thaske's electrical blast and Garoudao's firebreath combine to wash away two thirds of the attackers as Ivellas, the Palace Knights, and Prestle manage to kill one of the great worms only by attacking in unison. The great beast withstands attack after attack before it finally shudders and goes still.
Jath rips apart his target and Nortlin manages to finish off another soldier as Kyuu's spell only manages to stun a few of the survivors. Clearly they hadn't thought they'd be attacked while still emerging from the tunnels...
Ken rushes the apparently leader, charging in to deliver a fatal flurry of lance blows. Amazingly, the armored mage does not fall, though he looks ready to collapse.
((Critical Hit plus charging plus many damage mods plus secondary attacks equals a whopping 126 points of damage to what was going to be a tough boss...))
Two of the monstrous worms slither forward and lunge at two of the allied Palace Knights, swallowing the poor souls whole.
The Shadow Demons seem to have disappeared from sight...
In a spectacular failure, a pair of Dark Soldiers that charged for Thaske trip over dirt disturbed by the new holes in the courtyard. They slowly get to their feet, their heavy armor not made for speed.
((Two crit failures in a row. The Force is with you, Critical Mass.))
Elsewhere, others don't have the same luck as a pair of soldiers rush Garoudaos and cut at the dragonman. Only one of the attacks hits, though.
((14, miss. 23, hit! 6 damage))
Two more soldiers attempt to strike down a Palace Knight, but their attacks meet only the warrior's sheild.
Daran fires and misses.
The Dark Magi counter the magical assault with their own devastating barrage of lightnings and fires.
Kyuu, Thaske, and Myala make two Reflex saves at DC 17 or take 15 and 18 points of damage. Successful save halves the damage for each attack. This is from two fireballs.
One of the Palace Knights goes down after two lightning bolts strike him one after the other in the chest after he gets too close to two of the Dark Magi.
>The fighting is now too chaotic and close to allow charges.<
Allies:
Ken Brighthoof
1 Palace Knight
Enemies:
2 Worms
6 Dark Soldiers
4 Dark Magi
1 Sin Lord

Posted by: Critical Mass Sat Oct 02, 2004 9:53 am
((1d20 +3 =5; 1d20 +3 =19. That leaves me with... zero HP.)) *Thaske is almost knocked prone by the twin fireballs and reaches out to the stone wall to steady himself. His other hand goes to his seared chest and he vaguely notices the thin lines of blood trickling between his fingers. He couldn't believe the complete 180 the battle had suddenly taken.. not ten seconds ago he'd been laughing at the forces amassed in front of him. He looks around for Myala, knowing that without her aid his next move would probably be his last, but everything was suddenly so blurry and indistinct. As he turns towards the battlefield one shape suddenly becomes clear for the shortest moment.. the leader of the invasion, going toe-to-toe with Ken Brighthoof himself. Thaske concentrates on that figure, focusing his entire will on that one shape amongst the thronging whirlwind of confusion that was the combat before him. The moments pass by agonizingly slow, his entire body a mesh of pain and charred flesh, and finally he's able to sputter the words to a spell and painstakingly complete the requisite hand motions. Two brilliant arcs of lightning leap from his fingers and scream towards the enemy leader as Thaske falls backwards, his world fading to black.*
((Delay until after the rest of the Force's action and then cast Shocking Spark at the Sin Lord. 1d20 +4 =19, 1d20 +4 =15. If the first arc hits 4d6 =6 +5 +6 +2 =19 electrical damage, if the second arc hits 1 +4 +2 +1 =8 electrical damage. If Myala or another member heals me any amount of damage, I'm fine. Otherwise, I drop to -1 HP and begin dying. Either way, unless someone takes out those mages I'm probably dead anyway. >.<))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Oct 02, 2004 3:33 pm
((15, 24. 24 damage, good night Kyuu. CM: You have a ring of evasion. Not sure if you took it into account)) *The waves of fire cause Kyuu to realize the inevitable. Throwing his hands up in front of him and jumping out of the way, he is blown back and into a wall by the wind the magical fires bring. Hitting the ground with a thud, there he lays, unconscious. Maybe his brush with death would have to be relived again.*
((Kyuu is at -5. One way or another we're going to need healed pretty bad.))
: NOOOOOOOOO!
*Ivellas caught the flash of the explosion as he surveyed the battlefield, and then he saw the aftermath. Thaske was reeling and Kyuu was burnt and on the ground. Rushing back to help, he readies one of the healing potions to give to his friends.*
((If Thaske isn't as badly wounded as it appears, then this goes to Kyuu. If he is, then it goes to Thaske, since Ivellas believes that Myala would be able to help him more than he could.
2d8+3 = 19))

Posted by: Jath Linoe Sat Oct 02, 2004 11:59 pm
*Jath narrows his possible targets down to a close by Dark Magi. He doesn't hesitate to attack at first sight* Attack: 13+11=24 Damage: 5+9= 14

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Oct 03, 2004 12:00 am
((Reflex Saves: 20, 18. 16 damage)) Myala sees the waves of fire coming towards her, and her first instinct is to jump out of the way. She lands on the stone floor and comes to a halt a couple feet behind Kyuu. As Ivellas makes his way over, he also sees her laying on the ground. However, she soon forces herself to rise, her face contorted with pain. The sleeves of her shirt and parts of her pants are burned through, showing not that nasty, but really painful lacerations and burns. Her amber eyes widen at the sight of Kyuu and she quickly limps to his side.
"Use your potions on Thaske, I think I can do a better job of bringing Kyuu back to his feet."
It is obvious from the tone of her voice that she is in rather a lot of pain, but she tries so hard not to let it get to her. She lays her hands on the fox mage's back and closes her eyes, beginning to chant. A soft white light spreads from her fingertips and seeps into Kyuu's body. Most of the pain melts away and the wounds begin to heal, bringing him back to his senses.
Myala casts Cure Moderate Wounds. Kyuu regains 22 hit points.
((Damage Healed: 2d8 + 6 > 8 * 2 + 6 = 22))

Posted by: Critical Mass Sun Oct 03, 2004 3:24 am

QUOTE (Knight_019 @ Sat Oct 02, 2004 3:33 pm)
((15, 24. 24 damage, good night Kyuu. CM: You have a ring of evasion. Not sure if you took it into account)) *The waves of fire cause Kyuu to realize the inevitable. Throwing his hands up in front of him and jumping out of the way, he is blown back and into a wall by the wind the magical fires bring. Hitting the ground with a thud, there he lays, unconscious. Maybe his brush with death would have to be relived again.*
((Kyuu is at -5. One way or another we're going to need healed pretty bad.))
: NOOOOOOOOO!
*Ivellas caught the flash of the explosion as he surveyed the battlefield, and then he saw the aftermath. Thaske was reeling and Kyuu was burnt and on the ground. Rushing back to help, he readies one of the healing potions to give to his friends.*
((If Thaske isn't as badly wounded as it appears, then this goes to Kyuu. If he is, then it goes to Thaske, since Ivellas believes that Myala would be able to help him more than he could.
2d8+3 = 19))

((A ring of evasion? What from?))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Oct 03, 2004 4:26 am
Garudaos staggered back somewhat from the blow, and so the leap he made at his foes was off from what he wanted. Too far off to the left, the thought as soon as the attack went through. I'm going to miss him completely... ((Attack: 1d20 + 11 = 17...
Damage (if I somehow actually manage to hit something) : 2d6 + 1d8 + 13 = 21))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Oct 03, 2004 5:11 am

QUOTE (Critical Mass @ Sat Oct 02, 2004 10:24 pm)
((A ring of evasion? What from?))

((Same battle Jath got his +2 Full Plate from. Also around the time WD joined up))

Posted by: EricLegacy21 Sun Oct 03, 2004 5:19 am
OK............................................COOL!...............I Guess?

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Oct 03, 2004 5:42 am
((shiningforce_wizard_21... it's never, ever a good idea to just post randomly in an open RP. If you want in, do contact the GM and see if there's a spot. Don't do what you just did.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Oct 03, 2004 5:45 am
((For the love of... you didn't just spam an RPG. There is no circle in hell for you. Go the hell away. Now. I don't just mean from the thread. Leave the boards and go directly to hell. You suck at life, game over.))

Posted by: Critical Mass Sun Oct 03, 2004 6:23 am
((Damn... I completely missed that post. In that case I'm left with 8 HP.))

Posted by: Lord Zendor Sun Oct 03, 2004 9:54 am
*Nortiln continues hacking away at the crowd... or whatever of it is left after the first wave of attacks* ((Attacking Dark Magi if any are left, if not, whatever is closest to me. Power Attack 3: Attack: 18 + 10 - 3 = 25 Damage: 2 + 4 + 3 = 9
If I get a Cleave shot:
Power Attack 3:
Natural 1. Yeah))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Oct 03, 2004 4:07 pm
((A note to those of you attacking Dark Magi (My apologies to TUM for yet another OOC post): By attacking them, you're more than likely threatening at least 1 other one. Should they cast a spell, they incur an attack of opportunity from you. If you hit, that calls for a concentration check if you don't outright kill them.
Please remember your AoOs.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 04, 2004 3:45 am
Nortlin strikes a Dark Magi, and though he does not fall, the strike does disrupt the spell he was casting. Garoudaos misses just barely one of the Dark Soldiers as Jath deals a killing blow to one of the Magi. Ivellas and Myala manage to heal Thaske and Kyuu.
Daran fires and misses, the adrenaline in his system causing his hands to shake uncontrollably. The young sniper curses his lack of discipline as he tries to re-acquire a target.
The Magi move away from the melee combatants to cast their spells, a barrage of magic missles at Myala and magical fires that strike at Myala, Kyuu, Ivellas, and Thaske.
((2 Magic Missle spells at Myala, 2 Blazes at the group. Total: 37 damage to Myala. 18 to Thaske, Kyuu, and Ivellas. ))
Three Dark Soldiers move to swarm Garoudaos as three more move for Ivellas. Two of Garoudao's attackers miss, but the third manages to bury his axe in the dragonman's shoulder, causing great pain and injury to the mighty warrior. The three attacking Ivellas keep missing in an almost comical display of incompetence.
((12 damage to Garoudaos.))
Ken strikes at the Sin Lord at the same moment the fell mage mouths an incantation that seems to draw life from Ken to himself. Despite this impressive feat, he is hard pressed to counter the knight's rain of blows.
((Ken takes 30 damage, Sin Lord heals 30 damage. Sin Lord takes 26 damage.))
Then Thaske's spell hit, electricity grabbing the evil magic user and shaking him from side to side as his flesh is burnt. When it ends, the villain drops to the ground, gives a horrible cry and explodes outward in a blast of dark energy. The midnight blue wave washes over Ken and he grimaces as it burns his skin. He also appears to weaken slightly from fatigue.
((18 damage to Ken and -2 temporarily to STR, CON, and DEX.))
At this time, Kiterra and Granit join the fray, one calling down magical fire, the other smashing aside a Dark Soldier near Garoudaos with his fists.
(( 4 damage to Nortlin's Dark Magi from Kiterra's Blaze. 11 damage to a Dark Soldier from Granit's fists.))
One of the Worms lunges forth and manages to swallow the last Palace Knight after a small but valiant struggle. The remaining Worm slithers towards Ken with the same intention, but misses as the veteran warrior leaps to the side.
Allies:
Ken Brighthoof
Enemies:
2 Worms
6 Dark Soldiers
3 Dark Magi
Meanwhile, inside the castle, Felix is startled as one of the monstrous Shadow Demons emerges from the unopened door he is guarding.

Posted by: Critical Mass Mon Oct 04, 2004 4:02 am
*Thaske yells out in pain as another fireball tears through his body. This was beyond any pain he'd ever experienced before; he was being healed from the brink of death only to be seared alive once again. He screams with rage as he casts another Shocking Spark, sending the two rays to the closest two mages. He wouldn't be able to survive another attack from them, no matter how weak.*
((Shocking Spark cast at the two closest Dark Mages, first ranged touch attack 1d20 +4 =5.... second 1d20 +4 =17. 4d6 =1 +3 +5 +2 =11 electrical damage. Thaske is currently hanging at 1 HP.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Oct 04, 2004 4:19 am
Solomon does not hesitate to open fire with his laser, flooding the doorway and the hallway beyond with deadly light. At the same time, Solomon's voice, tremendously magnified, booms throughout the castle: "QUEEN ANRI IS UNDER ATTACK IN THE LIBRARY"
Using prepared action, Attack: Ranged touch, 1d20 + 5
Damage, 4d6
20 ft. range burst attack.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Oct 04, 2004 3:12 pm
Pain shot up and down the dragonman's torso, the axe wound hurting like nothing else. At least he usually fell unconscious after such blows, but now... it was almost unbearable. He couldn't even think straight, couldn't tell who to attack or if even to attack -
"QUEEN ANRI IS UNDER ATTACK IN THE LIBRARY"
Save the Queen.
The robot's announcement was a wake up call, one that filled Garudaos with new determination. He might not be Elliot, but he would surely outdo the legend if only it meant Guardiana's ruler would live a single day more.
We must be rid of these creatures first, he thought, scanning the battlefield even as a rocky fist went by and swatted an attacker. Spells were still flying, foes and allies alike were taking serious blows; no one outside would be able to move inside if the number of enemies wasn't dropped quickly.
It is time to see if my new skills are enough...
Steeling his grip on his sword, Garudaos swung his sword hard, intending to slice through the Dark Soldier closest to him and rip into the one directly behind.
((Attack: 1d20 + 11 = 21
Damage: 2d6 + 1d4 + 13 = 28
Again, I'm at school and don't have my D&D info handy; attempting to go for the Cleave if I can do so without using Power Attack.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 04, 2004 4:12 pm
((Will Save: 13 + 7 = 20 Listen: 15 + 2 = 17)) Felix blinks at the sudden apperance of the shadow demon but makes no sound and no other movement, however he jumps slightly at the explosion of light tearing through the door and into the hallway. Then, as Solomon blares out his warning, the halfling stumbles back covering his ears, "Ahhhh!!!"
(( Who thought a high roll could be bad?))
As a shadow darts past, Felix slashes at it dully, his senses not fully recovered and misses.
((1 Critical Failure Threat
7 + a lot Normal Miss))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Oct 04, 2004 4:41 pm
((Cleave is independent of power attack. It's just a prereq.)) *The hints of life come back to Kyuu. He looks at Myala and blinks wearily, but a flash of agony comes across his face as the flames engulf him once again, forcing him back into the slumber of dying.
((Stabilization: 1d20+1 = 9. Fail.
-2))
~~~
As one of his opponents moved into range of his lance, he lashes out before it can swing its axe*
((1d20+11 = 19
1d8+8 = 16 damage))
*Knowing that healing would be moot if the area wasn't secured, Ivellas took a step back and downed a potion for himself. He was sure that Myala and Kyuu could last until there was time to help them. A warm glow could be seen emminating from him, warding all evil away from him. Using the benefit of reach from his lance, he lashed out with another attack from where he stood*
((1d20+11 = 29.
1d8+8 = 14
Drank Potion of Protection from Evil
+2 Deflection bonus to AC against evil creatures
+2 Resistance bonus against any attacks by evil creatures.
Cannot be possessed or damaged by natural attacks from evil creatures.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Oct 04, 2004 8:31 pm
Myala screams in pain, the two magic missile spells and blaze spells horribly wounding her. The degree of the wounds is too much for the elven priestess and she collapses beside Kyuu, falling deep into the sleep of dying. Despite the fact she is terribly wounded, she seems stable.
((Constitution Check: 1d20 + 1 > 20 + 1 = 21, success. Myala is at -8 hit points and stable. God I was really lucky, and I swear to God I really rolled that))

Posted by: Lord Zendor Mon Oct 04, 2004 9:03 pm
*Nortiln continues at the Dark Magi, trying to stop the spells from wounding his party any longer* ((Power Attack 3: Attack: Natural 1. Yep.)) *His swing flies wildly and manages to only hit air*

Posted by: Jath Linoe Mon Oct 04, 2004 9:16 pm
*Jath took a few steps toward Myala and Kyuu. Not have any medical equipment on him, he stood in front of the two hoping that any attacks on them would intstead be directed at him until someone could stablize their condition. He continued his attack on a Dark Soldier a few yards away using the reach of his lance to keep his allies at a safe distance from the combat.*
Attack: 9+11-1=19
Damage: 3+6=9

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 04, 2004 9:21 pm
*Prestle looks at the Dark Magi and grits his teeth as he gallops over and strikes at one with his lance.* ((Roll to hit...13...+ 8 + 1 + 2 = 24...Hit. Damage: 2 + 5? = 7.)) : Don't slow down, guys! A good offense can be a great defense!

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Oct 05, 2004 12:53 am
((AAAAARGH!!!! I lost my original post, so here is a summary.)) Solomon's laser deals 18 damage to the first shadow demon, blows the door off its hinges, and strikes two more demons down the hall for 8 damage. Garoudaos kills his target and cleaves to another, dealing 20 damage to a nearby Dark Soldier.
Thaske and Prestle kill a Dark Magi they both were aiming at.
Ivellas severely wounds a Dark Soldier.
Granit and Kiterra work in unison to kill the Soldier that Garoudao's might cleave weakened.
Daran finally manages to control his apprehension and aims a shot that blows through a Dark Magi's leg, crippling him, but miraculously not killing him or disrupting his spell.
Ken lands a critical hit against the worm he faces, dealing a mighty 86 points of damage total. His foe retailiates by lunging and biting at him, as does its wormy companion. One of them manages to get Ken into its mouth, but the hero of past wars does not go down into the gullet, struggling to stay in the mouth and keep the worm's jaws pried open.
Again, Ivellas' foes fail to strike him, and again, Garoudaos' last opponent deals him an axe wound.
((8 damage to Garoudaos.))
Biting cold whips Ivellas as the mages concentrate their Freeze spells on him.
((30 damage to Ivellas.))
Anri waves her hand at one of the shadows down the hall and whispers ancient words. Ice engulfs one of the shadows and shatters it.
Allies:
Ken Brighthoof (grappling)
Enemies:
2 Worms
4 Dark Soldiers
2 Dark Magi

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Oct 05, 2004 12:58 am
Solomon immediately fires his laser a second time, trying to damage as many shadows as possible. After attacking, he steps between the shadows and the Queen, ready to defend her by any means necessary.

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Oct 05, 2004 2:18 am
*Taking a chance at finishing off the last dark soldier, Ivellas rears back and lunges with his lance as the blast of freezing air encircles him* ((1d20+11 = 30. 1d8+8 = 11.)) *The soldier staggers, then falls over with a loud thud as his flesh and armor meet the ground. Taking another step back, Ivellas downs a potion of Bull's Strength, feeling the effects boost his combat abilities even more. He lashes out with a vicious strike, tearing into the soldier.*
((1d4+1 = 5 (yes!)
1d20+11+2 (STR mod increase) = 29
1d8+8+2 (STR mod increase) = 14 damage))
~~~
*Kyuu stirs a bit in his comatose state, but still appears to be in agony, slipping away into the darkness*
((1d20+1 = 11.
-3 HP))

Posted by: Lord Zendor Tue Oct 05, 2004 5:50 am
*Nortiln attempts to regain composure after the last attack. He raises his sword straight up, and then brings it down upon a Dark Magi* ((Power Attack 2: Attack: 9 + 10 - 2 = 17 Damage: 2 + 4 + 2 = 8))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Oct 05, 2004 6:03 am
*Prestle spies Ken out of the corner of his eyes and rushes over to his aid.* : Ken, no!! *Prestle admired all of the centaurs of the Shining Force. He wouldn't feel right if one died before his very eyes like this.* ((Roll to hit worm...19 + 8 + 1 + 2 = 30. Hit!
Damage: 7 + 5 = 12!))
*Prestle's lance easily pierces the worm's hide, cutting in deeply.*

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Oct 05, 2004 8:11 pm
The dragonman reversed his right hand's grip on his blade at the last moment, turning his swing into more of a press upon the Dark Soldier. The greatsword moved through his foe, slicing it and pushing it aside all at once. And before the one behind could move away, Garudaos ripped the sword back the way he'd sent it, dragging the well-forged blade across the invader's chest.
It worked, like I'd practiced, he though, observing as a barrage of magical assaults and stony blows from the mage and the construct dropped that Dark Soldier as well. In his observance, he was painfully unattentive and saw too late the axe coming down. It hit, driving Garudaos back a step.
"Nnn... no..."
The heavy blows and numerouns wounds were beginning to take their toll on the dragonman; the fight needed to end quickly, else he could not hope to protect the Queen now nor ever again. He considered the potions he'd bought at the shop before hand, the pair still in his inventory even now. And yet, his strength could fell a foe or perhaps even two; that was a pair of foes less between their group and the Queen.
But I'm no good to anyone dead, he thought grimly, as he withdrew the potion. May the light protect my allies...
((Potion of Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 = 4))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Oct 06, 2004 3:07 am
Nortlin's strike slays the mage Daran crippled earlier while the young tinker's gun goes off again to strike a mage in the middle of casting a spell. The spell fizzles as the mage is set upon by Kiterra's claws and Granit's fists, finishing the job. Ivellas' attacks manage to kill the soldier he wounded.
Allies:
Ken Brighthoof (swallowed)
Enemies:
2 Worms
3 Dark Soldiers
While Prestle's lance strike DOES succeed in injuring the monstrous worm, it also causes the worm to rear back in pain, unexpectedly jostling Ken from his perch and down the worm's gullet.
Ivellas manages to hold off his attackers by using his shield, but it's only a matter of time before one attack gets through...
Garoudaos' luck runs out as his opponent manages to pierce his defenses and strike him in the gut.
(( 7 points of damage to Garoudaos. He should be at -3.))
One of the worms near Prestle lunges at him suddenly, biting off a good bit of flesh from his shoulder.
((10 damage to Prestle))
Solomon's next laser blast eradicates the three demons as they surge closer. For a moment all is eerily quiet as no more assailants make themselves known.
((Rue Soothmender, the Kyantol healer, is up for grabs if anyone wants to play him. Cyrus quit a while ago and I tire of running all the quitted characters as NPCs.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Oct 06, 2004 3:22 am
*Daran comes running out, taking a syringe from a pouch and carefully injecting Kyuu with it. His face conveys an incredible sense of nervousness as he does so. : "Come on... come on... work..." Daran mutters. ((Kyuu heals 9 damage.)) [i]*Continuing the trend of healing, Ivellas uses his other cure moderate wounds potion on Myala. As the potion runs its course, Myala's eyes open once again, bringing her back from the grip of death*
((2d8+3 = 15))
*Standing on his own again, Kyuu nods and thanks Daran quickly before working the mystic leylines, envelopping the worm in a layer of frost*
((1d8+10 = 16))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Oct 06, 2004 6:01 am
: Nooo!! I'm sorry! *Prestle, frustrated with the worm aims at a lower point this time, avoiding any chance of hitting Ken while he sinks deeper into the belly of the worm.* ((Roll to hit...19? Again?! + 11 = 30...Hit! Damage: 6 + 5 = 11))

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