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Posted by: Rusty Fri Sep 16, 2005 3:32 am
((Continue.))

Posted by: Twitch Fri Sep 16, 2005 4:13 am
"What is it?" Yeesha asks. "I've been having strange dreams lately, " Gabe replied. "And?"Yeesha asks, putting her book aside. "Well, they were what led me to you all in the first place, when you brought us together, I thought you might have been behind them. The past few nights however, I've been having the same dream."
"What dream?"
Gabe shifted, and looked out past Yeesha, drawing a sharp breath, "I've been stalked by some enormous cat, even though it attacks me, I don't feel threatened. But it accused me of running from it"
Yeesha winces. "I'm not an expert on dreams, but... Is there something from your past that bothers you?"
"Not really, well, there was the attack on the mission I called home that orphaned me for a second time"
"And that didn't bother you?" Yeesha asks, raising an eyebrow.
"It's been a long time" Gabe said, his eyes still locked on the horizon, "about 15 years, actually, I've had my time to deal with it." Shrugging, "though I haven't really thought about it in a long time"
"What are you afraid of?" Yeesha asks, suddenly.
"W-What?" Gabe stuttered, taken aback. "I, I don't know," hanging his head, "I... dammit," looking up at her, "losing it all again. I've drifted around for the better part of 2 decades without a purpose."
"What do you have to lose?" Yeesha asks. "I mean, what do you have?"
"Nothing material, I hardly know anyone here either for that matter, I couldnt tell you"
"Do you have any thoughts on these dreams?" Yeesha asks
"I don't know, I never had any sort of knowledge of my heritage, save for some of the lessons the Father told me of the tribes roaming the plains, are you familiar with any sort of their spirits and totems?"
"Only a little... Is yours the lion totem?"
"Could be, I never knew my parents, or my clan. I was left on the steps of the mission... Or so I was told"
"Well, when we get back to Cypress, why don't we research that, a bit? Maybe we could find something useful. However, if you have the dream again, why not try facing the lion? It's not like your dreams will hurt you," Yeesha says.
"I suppose that much is true. But if I come out with a new scar, I'm holding you responsible" Gabe let a small smile cross his face, "thank you, L
ady, I guess I'll wait and see. By your leave," he turned away and went back to look at the water.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 16, 2005 6:10 am
After an hour's more preparation, everything is ready and the Last Nereid begins its journey home. Once again, the salty sea air surrounds you as the coast drifts away... ((You all have one and a half week, IIRC from the last travel. Have fun on the boat trip!))

Posted by: Critical Mass Fri Sep 16, 2005 8:13 am
((Sorry it's taken me this long to get a post in. Full time school + full time work + all 4 AM shifts != free time.) --- At the ninja camp --- Rhizor crouches, motionless, his eyes shut tight. He sits in a natural clearing, a small meadow of shrubbery and wild grasses, specially modified by him to collect and focus the natural lifeforce of the forest around him to aid in his concentration. He'd spent the better part of the day preforming the rites and rituals to construct this temporary grove, but so far it hadn't been helping. He was so close, and he knew it. He could FEEL it. It was nothing like it was when he'd last tried it. That was almost twenty years ago, and though he'd though he was close then he knew now that he'd only been fooling himself. It was so obvious.. and yet, there was still something missing. Some ancient, pivital secret preventing him from breaking through that invisible wall and diving headlong into the untapped well of power that he'd trained his entire life for. He clenched his eyes tighter, growing more frustrated by the second, the low burbling of the nearby brook he'd hoped would help him relax only distracting him even more.
This wasn't working. He was trying to hard. Release. Relax. Refocus. The batling emptied his mind, let his consciousness expand throughout the forest, forgot about everyone and everything but the trees and bushes and wildlife surrounding him. He could sense the lichen growing under the boulder at the edge of the clearing. He could feel a fieldmouse slumbering in a burrow slightly to his left, waiting for nightfall to scurry to the surface and forage. An eagle soared silently overhead, not making the merest sound, yet the druid heard him from the deepest, basest part of his soul. Eyeclone concentrated on that eagle, driving his conciousness into the air to surround and envelope the bird in a pocket of his very essence. He could feel the rush of wind as the eagle furiously beat the air with its wings, could smell the heavy, musky scent of feathers and nest that rolled off it in waves, could taste the lingering, gamey flavor of rodent as it filled his mouth. He felt a slight electric tingle run down his arms, the strange sensation of moving without moving, and he redoubled his efforts, screwing his eyes up tight while willing himself from the very core of his being to become the eagle, to transform his body into an entirely new form. He could feel it! He just hadn't been trying hard enough before! He opened his eyes as he felt a tightening in his wings, looking over to see glorious feathers of brown, his heart dropping through his feet as he instead saw the spiky black fur of his own wings. Damnit! He'd imagined the whole thing! He realized he'd been holding his breath for a long time, his knuckles clenched to whiteness, the muscles around his eyes aching from the overwhelming force he'd been squeezing them tight with. This wasn't working.
Frustrated, exhausted, demoralized, Rhizor gives up for the day. He'd thought it was time, thought he'd heard the calling he'd been told about, that vague yearning in his soul they'd said he knew when he felt. But he still couldn't do it. He still couldn't accomplish the one core ability that sat at the very heart of all he had fought and toiled towards. The batling instead headed for the brook, sinking his aching body into the peaceful waters and letting them envelope him up to the neck, nodding off to the slight gurgling of the water and the rustling of the leaves, and dreams.

Posted by: Aldur Fri Sep 16, 2005 10:32 am
Amelios grinned, and shook his head. "Not really Damas, however, I do believe you and Kethra have been spending a good amount of time together...how is that going?" The Nosy Cleric chuckled a little, winking cheerfully at the most likely flustered sorceror.
((OOC: DM, Darienfanboy is me on AIM. Amelios would be happy to chat with Damas.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Sep 16, 2005 8:26 pm
Smiling slightly as Rhyir departed, Zook interlocked his fingers, extending his arms palms out until he heard a series of pops. Flexing his hands habitually, Zook wandered about the ship, restless. There was too much going on for him to settle down and concentrate, too much peripheral noise. So he decided to seek out someone else to talk to until things settled down a bit.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Sep 17, 2005 1:05 am
Cedric stands at the railing of the vessel, staring up at the clouds high above while the brisk sea wind blows against him. For once he is not wearing his armor or wielding his weapon, he wears simple tan trousers and a white shirt. Beyond his noble visage, the only thing that marks him from a normal man is the emblem of the Goddess still hanging around his neck.
Zook moved up beside Cedric, following his gaze out to the ocean. "What are you looking for?"
[Sense Motive: 14 + 9 = 23]
Cedric looks down at the inventor, a kindly smile crossing his face, "Nothing, friend, I merely enjoy the feel of the sun and wind." The Paladin looks back to the ocean, "Such wondrous gifts given to us by the Gods but so often overlooked." He takes a deep breath, seeming to take pleasure in the very air and chuckles, "It is a good day to be alive." Then he looks down once again with something between mild concern and friendly interest, "How are you faring? It must be taxing to be so constrained aboard this vessel for one so use to freedom and solitude at will..."
Zook nods fervently. "I never did well with groups of people--groups of people I could not get away from. It is... disconcerting--taxing, as you said, to be unable to find that solitude. My home was much the same way. Warrens, always crawling with activity. And gnomes are not austere by nature. I was ever trying to evade--to separate myself from those around me, chatterboxes and tricksters--the type to tell a joke to misdirect passerby and trip them or pick their pockets." Zook sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That is not to say I am a hermit--a mad recluse puttering away at his toys. I enjoy the company of others, a good joke, a stiff drink, but there are times when I must seek refuge from the hum of daily life. When I need to concentrate, to--to focus, to work. Now, when I am beckoned to a cause and cannot serve it, it is...taxing."
Cedric nods with a frown, "I cannot say that I share your dilemma..." He smiles wryly, shaking his head, "Casting down a dark foe does not require the same concentration and precision as crafting." He chuckles, "My hammer is more blunt than yours." Then the smile vanishes and he speaks earnestly once more, "I have met many who have such gifts and who find it draining to be unable to aid because of distractions. I would that I could ease your frustration." The Paladin pauses thoughtfully, "Is there anything I could do to aid thee? Is it possible for you to obtain permission to work somewhere below deck? Would it help if I were to keep others away from you while you work? I know this is a small vessel but there must be some place where you can at least work in peace..." Cedric glances down at the waves striking the ship and frowns, "That is...if the troubled waters do not disturb you just as greatly."
Zook smiles, and shakes his head. "I will work in the morning, as I usually do. The hours before dawn, while the sky is still black, those are the quiet hours, when the only wakeful eye is one seeking the solitude of night. I thank you, though, for your offer of help." The tinker smiles slightly. "But what of you? You are devoted, to your Goddess, to the abstractions of law and righteousness. I cannot imagine such devotion comes easily, no matter how strong your faith. It must be taxing, to struggle against evil and anarchy, to impose order on an entropic world. I imagine that you, too, could feel such burdens. Does the courage afforded to you by your faith outweigh the hardship of the crusader's life? How calmly do your seas bear you on your journey?" Zook raised a hand in a gesture of respect. "Of course, the sacred is private, and if I intrude, simply say the word."
A peaceful expression comes over Cedric's face and he shakes his head with a kind smile, "No, friend, it is nothing private." He takes in a deep breath as he looks out at the sea, "It would seem a difficult path to someone not of my order. You assume what most assume..." The Paladin smiles with inner peace and confidence, "...that I persevere through my own strength. I am merely an instrument. Too often people assume that I somehow earned the blessings bestowed upon me through my own merit." Cedric sighs, "It is true that my calling has taken a great deal of discipline and devotion, but I find strength in the Goddess." He looks at Zook thoughtfully, "To your tools, the task of carrying a marvelous item such as the weapon you carry must seem monumental, perhaps even impossible...but under your skilled hands and guided by your clever mind they shape bits of metal into something greater than themselves. I falter when I look at the task given to me, it seems impossible for one mortal to make a difference but then I remember that the will of the Goddess is with me, guiding and empowering me."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Sep 17, 2005 3:58 am
The sea was uncomfortable for Brand. Open enough to call his desires to fly freely through the sky to the forefront, yet without ground to rest when his wings failed him, the agony of returning to the ship after a morning flight was enough to drive the soldier to distraction.
Beyond that, there was no place to hide, something that worried his scouting instincts in the back of his mind. Still, the soldier knew his own instincts enough to recognize them and fight against them. So instead of pacing the ship, the birdman did what he could... locked himself away from the open sky, and focused on a problem.
Maps were strewn throughout his cabin, marked with the paths and strengths of the robotic and undead forces the team had encountered or heard rumors of. The major cities and lands were also marked, and the birdman stared at the maps that seemed to say so little, trying to determine what the monster's overall strategy was.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Sep 17, 2005 5:45 pm
((I am typing here to insert a place holder for the rest of Damas and Amelios conversation. There are a couple of other people he's wanted to talk to as well; mainly Cedric and Merkass, but I can never seem to catch their muns online ))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Sep 18, 2005 7:01 am
The motion of the sea bothered Zook more than he'd anticipated. The worst of it was the blasted inconsistency, the inability for the elements to maintain a steady rhythm, something that could be adapted to. A voice came from over his shoulder, amusement the undercurrent to wisdom.
"The real world never runs like clockwork, Zook. At least, not in the way you'd think."
He'd produced a thick disc on a long silver chain: it was a pocket watch. Zook smiled at it -- he was still at an age where such simple novelties enamored him. Even at 14 Zook had rejected, reflexively, the path of the illusionist, the trickster, the minstrel with a bounty on his head and an ego to match-- the path of a Cypress mountain gnome.
"You see, Zook, this looks, quite plainly, like an ordinary watch," he went on, bushy brows twitching with mirth as he released the catch, the brass case popping open on its hinges to reveal what did, in fact, look like an ordinary watch. It didn't take long for Zook, ever observant, to spot it. The second hand jerked, two seconds forward, eight seconds back, like the whisker of a frightened animal. Nodding eagerly, he waited for the lesson to present itself, as it invariably did. Jimbeddo Aleslosh might have been a touch mad, but he knew how to illustrate a point.
Still smiling, Zook's uncle flipped the watch over and popped the back of the case of with what amounted to a crowbar in miniature. Inside, the young gnome saw what he'd seen in diagrams so many times before, what he'd tried endlessly to duplicate. It was, by all accounts, the perfectly mundane workings of a pocket watch.
"Wait a second..." Zook breathed, as he leaned in closer. Something wasn't right. There was another gear, completely useless and alien but virtually indistinguishable from what should have been there. It was running backwards, rubbing against the miniscule cogs, forcing them to skitter and stop like a broken metronome.
"You see, Zook?" Jimbeddo said with a triumphant flourish, sweeping the watch and dislocated case away in a deft motion. "The world is many hundreds of thousands of times more complex than that watch, my boy. Every second of every day, there are a million clockwork errata rubbing against each other, counteracting each other, disrupting the perfection of a vacuum. This is why," he continued, rubbing his hands thoughtfully, "most everything you see and hear and feel seems so dreadfully imprecise! There are too many variables, too many errant gears in the cosmic watch for all existence to boil down to one simple, predictable equation."
"But the inventor's mind, ah, the inventor's mind can sense these variables, and the great minds can not just work around them, but make them work towards an end!" Brandishing the watch once more, Jimbeddo extracted the offending gear and flipped it around. It slid naturally into place. Zook was amazed to see the watch not only moving forward again, but instead of jerking forward every second on the second as watches did, it slid easily along the face in an unceasing, fluid motion, never once deviating from its perfect time. Closing the watch up, Jimbeddo handed it to Zook. "You have the inventor's mind, my boy, and the seeds of a great one. Take this watch, and let it remind you that the seeming chaos of the natural world is just countless variations of order, competing with each other. And above all else, remember that this is not an obstacle to be overcome, but a tool to be wielded in the name of progress."
The witching hour had a way of working its magic over Zook, pushing him back in time as he worked. The tinker sighed, pulling himself some 40 years into the future with a wistful chuckle. He rolled up the sketches he'd been making, and tucked them into his satchel. Rubbing his temples contemplatively, Zook walked through the ship and above deck. Stars dotted the sky like sentinels, and in the east the horizon was a thin grey line; dawn was still a few hours away. Zook sat, his back against the railing, his face upturned to the heavens.
Each and every one of those stars, Zook thought, his hands folded behind his head, Each and every one of those stars is a million orders unto itself, and yet they all amount to a single tooth in a single gear of the great cosmic clock. The stars under which we voyage guide us, on the gliding edge of the second hand, to destiny.
He thought back to his conversation with Cedric. Instruments of divine will, crusaders called upon to spread the word, perform the deed. What then, am I? What is this ship? The ocean in which it travels? Is the cosmos just stage and scene for a Creator's drama? No. There must be--there is a constant in the natural world, beyond the scope of any warrior, any mage, and any deity. Everything that is performs its deed, recites its word, and fills its place in the grand design. We all must be--all are, knowingly or otherwise, servants of cosmic order and entropy.
Zook snorted. Listen to me, peddling myself these philosophical ramblings in the hours before dawn. It won't be long before I go mad, with only my own voice to keep me company.
And Zook was silent, in mind and voice. The sky lightened gradually, and not long after tendrils of pink and gold shot from the east across a backdrop of pale blue. As the sun drenched the ship in orange light, Zook cast his mind down below deck, to his satchel, where Jimbeddo's watch lay, second hand slipping smoothly into the new day.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Sep 18, 2005 7:14 pm

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Amelios stalked below, a little stung. He knew that they needed to press on, yet...What would happen to any village or innocent passerby if they were left unchecked? He slammed his fist into the wall and sighed. Such Abominations! Roaming this land as if they own it...And I am powerless to stop them...for now, at least. The Cleric sighed, and got up on deck, and noted Damas, wandering over to him.
"How are you faring friend?"
"Hmm?" Damas turns around to face Amelios, smiling shyly at the kyantol cleric. "I suppose I'm doing pretty well at the moment. There are a few things that are almost always on my mind which tend to make my mood a little sour, but I don't really feel like talking about it. Besides, I don't want to bore you with my sob stories..." He sighs and tries not to think about it for now. "Enough about me, though. What about you?"
Li finally peeks out from the folds of Damas' cloak and crawls up onto the sorcerer's left shoulder. Rather than speaking, however, she perches herself there, staring at Amelios with her beady little eyes.
Amelios grins at Li, and then looks to Damas, chuckling a little. The Kyantol moves to the side a little, leaning against the rail.
"I am a good listener however; it's somewhat ingrained in my profession. I listen to the most mundane troubles, and the most serious. Why I remember...Old Mrs. Murdock when make me sit for hours because she'd lost her cake recipe, and how Ethel from next door was bothering her. And after that...ordeal? Little else could be as boring to me. But I digress. I am fine, a little peeved that group of robots went on without us...seeing to them? Damanable abominations. But anyhow, is this your familiar?"
The Cleric turns around to look inquiringly at the Sorcerer, and then down at the animal on his shoulder. He looked at Damas, wondering why anyone would be so damn...antisocial.
"I am sure you are a good listener, but I'm just not ready to talk about my more serious troubles. Hearing that others are faring well is welcome news, though." Damas looks down at Li for a moment, then back to Amelios. "Oh, you mean Li? Yes, she is my familiar. She can be quite annoying sometimes, but she's my friend and I tell her everything." The young sorcerer leans on the railing and looks down at the water, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "To tell you the truth, when Kethra told me to mingle with the others, I was nervous. I didn't think that I was going to fit in anywhere, because sorcerers are usually loners. Not many people understand us, and wizards often look down on us. My power may stem from a different source, but focus and discipline are required to keep my spells from going crazy. I'm not very religious, I'll admit, but I am thankful for my gift, and I intend to use it for good." He falls silent for a moment, his expression solemn now. "I just have trouble excepting that everything happens for a reason... How can there be a reason for countless innocents dying...?"
"I'll be completely honest with you. Sorcerers might be loners...yet, what do YOU want? Wizards look down on you? Prove them wrong rather than wither at their gaze. Stand tall, and with resolve. The petty mumblings of a few mean nothing. And have you tried talking to the few wizards with us? Or have you let the usual Sorcerer’s VS Wizard's thing cloud your mind? Ah there I go...but more to the point. Many ignore the fact that the Gods gave us free will for a reason. We determine what we do in life and get judged. Think it through...these things matter because of mortals usually. And when that mortal dies, they get judged. No one goes unpunished. As for everything happens for a reason? I don't think that's it at all. Fate is often used by charlatans to cover their misdeeds. You should act how you feel and the Gods judge accordingly!"
Amelios grins sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. A light redness on his cheek from his somewhat passionate speech. "I tend to get...carried away."
Damas listens to Amelios intently, the cleric's words encouraging him. After a little while, he looks back to the kyantol and smiles wryly. "It's perfectly alright Amelios, you're right. I can't let fear or stereotypes get in my way of what I want in life. Anything worth having is worth fighting for. Things have happened that are painful and that I don't understand, but I have to try my best to make it right." The young elf bows slightly. "Thank you. I feel better now, after talking with you. Is there...anything else you'd like to talk about?"
Amelios grinned, and shook his head. "Not really Damas, however, I do believe you and Kethra have been spending a good amount of time together...how is that going?" The Nosy Cleric chuckled a little, winking cheerfully at the most likely flustered sorcerer.
Damas catches Amelios' wink from the corner of his eye and blushes a little bit. "Kethra is nice, but you're mistaking my intentions. She's just a friend."
Amelios stared at him for a moment and laughed. He found the discomfort of the other amusing. "I see. Very well then. But it's not just you that regards Kethra as a friend I believe?"
"There are indeed others that think of her as a friend, but she was the first friend I made." Damas sighs and looks over the railing, down at the ocean. "She's a really kind person, but a little naive in some respects. I'm afraid someone will try and take advantage of that."
Amelios chuckled again, and began to laugh. "You seem to be thinking a little too...deeply? I mean, you seem to always be at her side, like a hovering black angel. It's endearing and all...yet I am sure she can care for herself. Instead of spending the majority of the time with her, try to make some friends maybe?"
Damas shakes his head and turns his gaze to Amelios. "I've always been a deep thinker. Kethra is a strong person, I know that, but I'm just concerned that a certain person just doesn't know when to quit when it comes to her." The young elf then chuckles a little bit. "You know, she told me the exact same thing when we got on the ship."
Amelios nods, and spreads his hands nonchalantly. "Well, they do say great minds think alike ne? Anyway, Affairs of the heart aside, let her deal with her own...suitors? I mean, it is her life; she must make her own mistakes. Enough about her, what about you...how are you faring on the trip so far?"
"Actually, I am doing a whole lot better that I thought I would. When I accepted this mission, it was never my intent to get close to anyone. I had my own reasons for doing this." Damas sighs, his expression turning solemn again. "There was an incident...not too long before I first arrived in Cypress. During this trip, I had actually hoped to find a woman who used to be...close to me."
Amelios' smile faded and he nodded understandingly. "Spurned love can indeed be hurtful...but how sure would you be that she'd take you back? And as for that woman...she didn't look like Kethra? As that would explain a whole lot."
Damas sighs and shakes his head. "Spurned love? I don't know if that is how you'd put it. I'd have to tell the rest of the story for it to really make any sense."
"Half a yarn isn't any good at all! C’mon, out with it bucko, ten to one you'll feel better for doing so." The Cleric smiles encouragingly at the Brooding Sorcerer.
Damas sighs and leans on the railing, his gaze distant. "I grew up in the care of an elven woman named Auril. I was so young when she took me in that I have no memory of my real parents. Auril ran a very small guild on the outskirts of the kingdom, and while it wasn't well known, many who graduated from it were able to make pretty decent livings. I was always shy, even as a child, but one of the girls there, an elf by the name of Valkana managed to get through to me. She had dreams of becoming the greatest thief in all the realms. We became best friends, and after that, I didn't have much trouble making friends with the other kids." The takes a moment to breath in the sea air before continuing. "I had no clue what I was going to do with my life, up until puberty set in. That's when I discovered I had these powers, but as you can imagine, I had no control over them. Since Miss Auril was a sorcerer herself, she taught me how to control my powers, and when I should use them. As I grew up, my powers got stronger, and I got closer to Valkana." He blushes. "We loved each other, but things...just didn't turn out the way any of us planned. I woke up by myself in the middle of the night, to the sounds of screams and the smell of fire. I went outside to take a look; any there were dead bodies everywhere. It was horrible...I...I didn't know who had done it, or why... Then I finally found Valkana. She was ok physically, but her behavior was strange... I wanted to look for survivors, but she insisted that we hide. I had no reason not to trust her, so I went along with it." About now, tears begin to well up in his eyes. "When we got into the dorm's basement, I began looking around for a safe place to hide. It was so silent, almost eerie, so I went to turn around. Valkana stabbed me in the back...literally. When I woke up, everything had collapsed around me, but other than the wound in my back and a few minor burns, I had no been wounded any further. By all rights I should have died, and yet I was alive. I managed to haul myself to the nearest town, where I wound up in the care of a healer. After she saw fit to let me leave, I wound up in the city of Cypress. I did work for an older sorcerer in exchange for a place to stay; simple chores like cleaning up, arranging his magic items, things like that. About a month later, he gave me that letter from Lady Yeesha. Fame didn't mean a whole lot to me, but I thought that perhaps I would find Valkana somewhere. As silly as it sounds, I still care about her... I just don't understand why she did what she did. I don't think I'll ever be at peace until I have my answers."

((I thought the whole thing would make more sense if I quoted everything they said, not just the rest of it in AIM. I'm not sure if Amelios had no comments, or if he had to go, but this is it ^^;; The angst never stops with this poor sorcerer))

Posted by: Aldur Sun Sep 18, 2005 8:43 pm
(( he had to go. =P)) The Cleric sighed as he heard the somewhat Tragic story and then frowned. "So if you find her, and she goes stab you again...what will you do? Or what if she's had a family? Or what if she died in an accident? You cannot form a future when you are bound in chains to the past. Indeed, The past is your guide to your future, do not let it chain you down."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Sep 18, 2005 9:03 pm
Damas turns to Amelios, tears now flowing down his face. "Valkana was everything to me. I can't even begin to imagine a future without her..." Not giving the kyantol the chance for any more input, the young sorcerer turns and runs down below deck. He collapses on his bed in the cabin and cries his eyes out, not caring if anyone sees him. Eventually he falls asleep, but nightmares once again plague him and he wakes up in the middle of the night. Figuring no one else would be up at this hour, he leaves the cabin and goes above deck.
((Maybe someone he wanted to chat with will still be there ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Sep 18, 2005 9:45 pm
The ship sails on, and Yeesha speaks with the captain, explaining a change of plans. Since the seeress had told them to search in Iom, the ship will not return to Cypress, but rather travel to the former Iom port of Demis, where the search will commence again.
And soon enough, the ship docks at the port.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sun Sep 18, 2005 9:51 pm
Brand hears the sobs from his cabin, where the candles are still burning, but has no sympathy for what he sees as a sign of weakness. Maybe he's just remembering the bodies at the mansion, the birdman thinks as he glances up from his maps, Of course, the bodies were pretty fresh. Could have been a lot worse.
Looking back to his maps, the birdman scratches his head. The plots said one thing, and one thing very clearly. The enemy had wanted to crush the mansion, quickly and with no chance of failure, and they were willing to deploy whatever resources it took to accomplish that goal.
Leaning back, the birdman sighs. He knew what they wanted was at the mansion, but that still didn't give him any clues as to where they would strike next. Moreover, was it the seer they wanted silenced, or some arcane artifact from her mansion? If the second, there was no hope... The Drowned eye had had plenty of time to retrieve anything save what was on the seer's person itself. If the latter... perhaps there was hope. She had spoken to them in those final moments, and now Brand racked his mind to remember what she had said. Growling slightly with frustration, the Birdman stood and strode out, looking for Yeesha's cabin. Two minds were, after all, better than one.
Night. Whups. Brand paused for a moment, berating himself for his stupidity. First the weeks of running night-duty, then the action at the seer's mansion, also at night... The birdman's sleeping habits were changing, but not the other teammembers. Yeesha would be asleep by now. Time to tell her in the morning, and well past time to start trying to force himself back into a more natural sleep cycle.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Sep 18, 2005 10:21 pm
Zook smiles and stretches as he hears the ship pull into the port. Ah, the simple pleasure of bedrock. As docking completes, the tinker pulls his satchel up from his cabin and heads above deck. His eyes sweep the port, looking for anything unusual - the bustle of the docking procedure prevents him from turning his ears effectively to the same purpose. [Spot 24, Listen 11] The port had a heavy detail of guards, but Zook supposed that wasn't too out of the ordinary.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun Sep 18, 2005 10:57 pm
Previously on Shining Force: The Chaos War II: "You don't look especially well rested," Kyoji comments, as he walks by Isyndel, nursing a large bruise from his earlier sparring session with Kethra. "Something troubling you?" Sleet's ears perked up in surprise; her bright yellow eyes flashed open just long enough to see the source of the sound before darting for the treeline, almost embarassed at her failure to notice the ninja. Isyndel gave a wistful sigh as she leaned forward to sit upright. "Faralon," she quipped, with a small smirk crossing her lips as she turned to the ninja. "Kyoji, there are more troubles than I am accustomed to in my head, and that in itself is a trouble."
"I see. What are these troubles that grow so numerous as to add another trouble?" Kyoji asks.
"The thing which saddens me the most is the fact that I am having trouble identifying all of them, it seems. I suppose," the Wizardess spoke softly, "that more than anything I am in a bit of a shock. Death is not new to me; I have travelled. But...I do not know. Too many questions, too few answers." She tilted her head slightly with a short, confused grin.
Kyoji smiles underneath his mask. "You feel throw into the thick of things without time to center yourself? You like having a clear picture."
"Or at least a possibility at uncovering a clear picture, which I do not seem to have as we speak."
"You don't believe that we will have answers eventually?" Kyoji asks, tilting his head.
"I do believe it. But strangely I am afraid of the answers and what it will take to get them, which is ... quite unlike me."
"Mmmm," Kyoji closes his eyes for a moment before reopening them. "It is no light journey we are on. We have just faced down an army from the long past with might past anything we would've thought of. Who knows what the future holds. Fear is a natural reaction to this, you should not let it affect you."
She gave a weak shrug. "Perhaps not. I continue to hope we will find answers without having to see more of what we've seen already; I think I accept that this is not the case, though."
"That is good," Kyoji says. "Is that all that bothers you?"
Isyndel laughed a little bit. "Naturally not. Both a blessing and curse of being female, or so my peers often tell me. Perhaps I worry too much."
"What do you mean, 'a blessing and curse of being female'?" Kyoji asks. "Oh... You mean to say that your tendency to worry is due to gender?"
"That is what they tell me. Odd of me to make such a broad generalization; perhaps my own way of evading the question."
"Do you wish to avoid the question, then?"
"Perhaps for the time being." She rose to her feet slowly. "Only because I do not know what else I can answer it with. Much of my thoughts are still jumbled even now."
"I see. Do you meditate?"
"I enter a similar state in large libraries," she joked quietly.
"Heh heh... A form of meditation, I suppose. I find it helpful to simply clear the mind at times... Whether this occurs in a library or empty room matters not, I suppose," Kyoji says, smiling underneath his mask. "Perhaps you can find a measure of peace when we arrive back at your country and you can find a suitable library."
"I may raid a library at this rate simply to have something new to read. I suppose I should go back to studying my spellbook so I can ascertain more ways to destroy things with it."
"Did you speak to Yeesha about letting you see hers?"
Isyndel shook her head. "You would think, but I have not. I suppose I have been keeping to myself a bit more than I should be."
"A few of us seem to be having that problem," Kyoji notes.
"Something I should find comforting," Isyndel replied. "And yet...well, anyway. I appreciate you taking the time to speak to me, Kyoji."
"You are quite welcome," Kyoji says. "I take that to mean that you wish for me to go?"
"I feel a nagging urge to be alone again for a little while," she replied. "Please do not take that the wrong way."
"Mortals like to be alone as well as in company. A balance is always required. I am not offended, Kethra..." Kyoji says with a grin. "Fare thee well, Isyndel."
Her mouth quirked briefly almost in agitation before it gave way to a bit of a smile again. "And yourself. Thank you, Kyoji."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Sep 19, 2005 2:40 am
((And the angst just keeps coming)) Damas remains alone up on deck for quite some time, his gaze distant. He knows any that might have heard him probably think he's weak, and this causes his current state to become even worse. "Maybe I am just a weakling after all..."
"Where did you get that idea from?"
Damas' ears perk up, the voice so familiar by now that he doesn't need to turn around to figure out who is behind him. "You should be sleeping, Kethra."
Kethra moves up beside him, her lips curved into a soft smile. "I could say the same to you, couldn't I?"
"You're here for a reason. Out with it, Kethra."
"I heard you crying earlier." Kethra lays her hand on his shoulder.
"Amelios pried some things out of me...that I really didn't want to talk about." Damas hangs his head, more tears welling up in his eyes.
"If it had you sobbing like that, it must have been painful. I won't force you to discuss it with me."
"It had a lot to do with a woman... I loved her more than life itself, and she betrayed me... Amelios wants me to give up on finding her and move on. How am I supposed to do that? Without her I'm right back to square one again. I have no one." He sighs. "I wish she'd killed me."
Kethra grabs him by the front of his cloak and pulls him close to her. "Now you're being a weakling!"
Damas' eyes go wide, but he doesn't say anything.
"Just because she broke your heart doesn't mean you should give up on living. There are plenty of other women out there, you just have to open to the possibility that your future was never meant to be with her. I know how badly it must hurt, but you cannot let the actions of one person ruin your chance at happiness." Kethra releases him from her grip. "You're a handsome man, and you have a good heart. Any woman in the world would be lucky to have you. She was too foolish to realize how good she had it, and that's her problem. Just keep your heart open, and I know you'll find someone to make you happy."
"You say all these things, and yet you don't really understand."
"Maybe not, but I know you deserve to be happy. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise." Kethra smiles. "Now why don't we head back down to the cabin? You look tired."
Damas nods wearily and allow her to lead him below deck.
-----
Kethra spends a greater part of the voyage training by herself and sparing with others, and in deep meditation. She also checks up on Damas from time to time to make sure he's ok.
Damas stays pretty much to himself during the voyage, a greater part of his time spent trying to improve his powers. He doesn't push Kethra away when she decides to talk to him, but he doesn't go around starting conversations, either.
-----
Damas is standing up on deck when they arrive, Li sitting on his shoulder. He takes a deep breath and gazes at the city, his ears twitching to pick up on various sounds. "This place makes me uneasy..." he says to himself.
((Listen: 22 [18 + 4]
Spot: 20 [16 + 4]))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 19, 2005 3:04 am
The crew begins to unload supplies as people begin to shuffle out of the boat. Time passes as the crew goes about their work and Yeesha looks at maps, trying to figure out a plan. Kyoji looks up, suddenly. "Eh?" he mutters, squinting, then he shakes his head and moves on.
((Spot and Listen checks. Seperate from the ones made earlier to scan the docks.))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Sep 19, 2005 3:08 am
((Natural 20 on Spot check with a +2 bonus, 7 on Listen check + 6, so 13.)) *Faralon emerges from his quarters, where he had remained for some time, thinking of the past few days' events. He looks attentive to what Kyoji may have spotted.* ((Oops. 15, not 13. Racial bonus for the win.))

Posted by: Aldur Mon Sep 19, 2005 3:09 am
((SPot: 3+4=7 Listen: 20+6=26.)) Amelios squints, trying to make out something, but fails miserably, yet his keen hearing comes into play, and the Kyantol frowns. The sound that he hears is unlike anything he's heard before, and he taps his chin with his hand, trying desperately to think of the source of the noise. "What is that sound!?"

Posted by: Rusty Mon Sep 19, 2005 3:21 am
*Faralon points up to the sky, calling out to the rest of the group.* : "It's coming from up there...It's...Something's moving from up there. I think, it's a shooting star? No..." *Faralon squints his eyes as the object rapidly approaches.* : "Well that can't be good! Whatever it is, it is made of metal with fire emitting from the back of it. It's heading straight for us!"

Posted by: Twitch Mon Sep 19, 2005 3:45 am
((Spot: 16 + 2 = 18 Listen: 10 + 2 = 12)) Gabriel leaned forward on his elbows propped up by the rail on the edge of the deck. He wanted off the boat like nobody's business, but he hardly saw any rush what with everyone else in no hurry to run off as well. His reverie was rudely interrupted by Faralon's outburst.
: "Faralon, just what are you blathering about now, you silly minstrel?"
Gabe looked skyward where Faralon was pointing and shielded his eyes from the sun. Looking at the inbound metallic meteor, for lack of a better term, Gabe shook his head and smiled inwardly.
"Well, I'll give them this much, they don't let it ever get TOO boring."
"EVERYONE, GET READY! I DON'T KNOW WHATS COMING OUR WAY, BUT I HARDLY THINK IT'S LOOKING FOR A DINNER DATE!" he bellowed as he turned to the rest of the group.
Gabe drew his sword and swung it over his head to loosen up his muscles.
"Time to see what goodies this one's got inside it."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Sep 19, 2005 3:46 am
[Spot 18 Listen 28] Zook hears the screech of aerial vehicles and his eyes snap to the advancing...well, it couldn't be an Aerohauler, it was too small... [Knowledge: Tech 16, Ancients 21] "Looks to be a manned jetpack or flying power armor. Whatever it is, it doesn't appear outwardly threatening. Yet, anyway."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Sep 19, 2005 1:47 pm
((Listen: 14 [8 + 4 + 2] Spot: 23 [17 + 4 + 2] I've been forgetting that so long as Li is hiding on Damas' person, he gains the Alertness feat. Familiars kick ass)) Damas winces slightly, his ears aching from too many sounds reaching his ears at once. He rubs them a little bit and turns his gaze to Faralon, his eye twitching. "What the heck are you talking about?" His gaze then turns to the sky and while he could not hear the metallic monstrosity coming very well, his keen eyes can sure as hell see it. "Holy crap! That thing sure as hell doesn't look very friendly." His ears twitch when he hears Gabriel's outburst and he nods. "I defiantly concur. Being ready for battle never hurt anyone." The young mage grips his staff tightly and stands his ground for the time being, watching to see if he can tell where the mech is going to land before moving.
Li's beady little eyes widen and she dives back 'into' Damas' cloak, finding a nice place on his person to hide.
-----
((Listen: 21 [15 + 6]
Spot: 18 [ 14 + 4]))
Kethra emerges from the cabin a little bit later than usual, stretching her arms over her head. She yawns slightly and puts a hand over her eyes, trying to shield the sensitive blue orbs from the sun. "That's what I get for staying up late training." Her ears twitch slightly and she looks around, trying to locate the source. "Oh my god! What in the blazes is THAT?!" she gasps when she finally sees it. Taking Gabriel's advice, she falls back into a defensive position, keeping a close eye on the mech.

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Sep 19, 2005 4:06 pm
[Spot 1 + 2 = 3] [Listen 13 + 2 = 15] Cedric snaps the last piece of his armor in place and swings his cloak over his back, glancing around for the subject of the other's excitement. His face is stern and somehow distant, "What is it? We must reach the castle of Iom, dire evil is at foot there..." He pauses, "What is that sound?"

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Sep 19, 2005 7:34 pm
Once they neared the port, Ryhir grabbed his scant belongings, and made ready to depart. As much as the sea enchanted him, he wished for solid ground once more. They docked, and as the bustle of docking activity began, Ryhir waited near the gangplank to get off ship when he noticed something.
((Spot and listen, 25 and 21 respectively, I think. Don't have CS access right now, sorry))

Posted by: Aldur Mon Sep 19, 2005 9:07 pm
((Amelios level 5 Cleric. exp gained from talking to Damas, and then meditating all night. >__> +5hp Gained 1+1 in 3rd level spells. For today they are...Cure Serious Wounds with the domain spell of Cure serious Wounds. Knowledge (Religion): +2 ranks
Knowledge (Nature): +2 ranks.
And that's it I believe.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 19, 2005 10:04 pm
The figure in the sky grows larger and the sound grows louder until the thing lands in a cloud of dust. When the dust clears, a low, eerie chuckle is heard as the figure stands. Soot blackened armor of the Ancients covers most of the being, but the helmet reveals two fiery red maddened orbs that must be its eyes. A large gun is held, attached by a cord to a series of tanks on the armor.
"They told me to just torch the ships and leave, but I couldn't resist..." the figure chortles. "You're so... naive, so thick headed, so filthy... I had to see you for myself..."

Posted by: Aldur Mon Sep 19, 2005 10:09 pm
Amelios raised an Eyebrow, his Crossbow out, and he quickly loaded a bolt into it. he didn't fire, and frowned at the crazed man. "I see, and who are you to be making such bold statements? Or are you...ignorant of manners? But then, maybe you should just be called an Abomination?"

Posted by: Twitch Mon Sep 19, 2005 10:12 pm
: "So, is that all you wanted? To get a look? Well, you can be on your way now then, eh? Oh, for the record, you're not exactly someone I'd bring home to mother either, pal. She's got a thing against mouth-breathing loudmouths with no sense of decency."
Gabe smirked as he brought his sword up to the ready.

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Sep 19, 2005 10:31 pm
Ryhir draws his Great Scimitar. "Well, if you're looking to Socialize, then may I have the first dance?" he says, before rushing forward with his grace step and taking a swing. (Fighting defensively of 2, Bringing my AC Against him to a 23. Attack: 1d20(19) + 9 - 2 = 26, sadly, not crit applicable.
Dam: 1d8(5) + 4 = 9 points))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Sep 19, 2005 10:33 pm
[Knowledge[Tech] and [Ancients]: 25 each] "Oooh! Flamethrowers! Salamander-class!" Zook says with the air of a child unwrapping a gift. "I don't suppose you'd consent to an examination of the suit? Unless, of course, we're forced to cut those fuel pipelines. That would be...messy."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 19, 2005 10:40 pm
The figure laughs insanely. "Yes! I am the Salamander! And you!" he says, jabbing a finger at Amelios. "YOU are the abominations!!!" The Salamander fires a jet of flame at Gabriel and Amelios, but the two manage to dodge mostly out of the way. However, their shoulders are coated in liquid flame.
((5 damage to both Amelios and Gabriel.))
Init:17.
Ryhir's attack slices through part of the suit, causing the figure to grunt.
((6 damage.))
Salamander theme: http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Vox/18-The%20Fury.mp3

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Sep 19, 2005 10:50 pm
[Zook Init: 10] Cackling in eerie harmony with the Salamander, Zook pulls a bomb out of his satchel and lobs it over the machinated maniac's head, fire and shrapnel hitting him from behind. [Attack roll: 12+7 = 19 Damage = 4+5+6+6=21 damage]

Posted by: Aldur Mon Sep 19, 2005 10:55 pm
(( Init: 17+1=18.)) Amelios gasps in pain as he feels the flames erupt, and frowns at the so called Salamander. "Ye who would bathe the world in flame. I abjure ye! Return to whence thy came, lest ye invoke my wrath!" Amelios shurs his eyes for a moment and then points a finger at the Flame tossing Personage. "Thou shall perish through the might of the Holy winds!" As he said those words bladelike gusts of wind and light pelted into The Salamander.
((Blast 1 3+5=8 damage. >___> yeah I know, But I wanted to use it.))

Posted by: Century Mon Sep 19, 2005 11:02 pm
(( Init: 1+6 = 7 )) (( And I'll write up some boat stuff later on... )) ~Elias had, for the most part, enjoyed the lengthy journey by sea. The sea air, whilst forcing him to have to preen more often, was fresher and more enjoyable than the stuffy air native to his inland home, and the fishing was delectable...~
(( Listen: 8 + 2 = 10
Spot: 10 + 0 = 10 ))
~Wandering forward, Elias was almost caught by surprise, walking into the back of one of the sailors who was unloading the ship~
"Watch yourse'f, ma'e!" he cried, but Elias' attention was on his comrades, some of which stared attentively into the sky, whilst others had pricked their ears. Before he even knew what happened, Elias found himself choking on a cloud of dust, hearing challenging words emanating from lips unseen. Waving the dust away, Elias caught a glimpse of whatever it was that had landed before him, and by the reaction of the rest of the group, had instantly identified it as a threat~
~With the fluid motions of someone well-versed in magical arts, Elias brought forth a vial of water, incanting as he did so, the air around him getting cooler with every second until, at last, a blast of ice shot forth towards the creature~
(( Casts Lesser Freeze: 3+8 = 11 Damage
~Spells remaining~
0: Ray of Frost; detect Magic; Open/Close; Read Magic
1: Mage Armour; Magic Missile; Lesser Blaze
2: Lesser Freeze
))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Sep 19, 2005 11:11 pm
" You talk fast, but I bet I know someone who moves faster," Ashathel grinned, the materials disappearing from his component bag as the swashbucker's spell was cast on Merkass. "Are you going to let him outdo you, Merk, or are we going to remove him from our path?"
((Init: 1d20 + 4 = 15
Magic: Casting Cat's Grace on our favorite Catfolk Scout...
== Spells ==
0: Acid Splash, Ray of Frost, Resistance, Resistance
1: Shield, Magic Missile
2: Scorching Ray))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Sep 19, 2005 11:24 pm
((Initiative: 24 [20 + 4])) Damas' eyes widen at the sight of the creature, but he shows no outward signs of fear. He backs away to a safe distance and begins to chant in an ancient language, weaving arcane symbols in the air with his fingers. A glowing hand manifests from what seems to be thin air, but any with knowledge of magic can tell this spell has drained the elven mage slightly.
((Spectral Hand cast. Damas loses 3 hit points.
A note to everyone, the hit points cannot be healed and will only come back when he 'cancels' the spell. He can be healed normally once and if the hand is destroyed))
-----
((Initiative: 19 [11 + 8]
Kethra narrows her eyes and closes the distance between herself and the Salamander. She narrows her eyes and an aura of ki surrounds her fist as she strikes, trying to hit a vital area.
((Attack: 24 [19 + 5]
Damage: 6 [4 + 2] if applicable
Dodge to whatever that is...))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Sep 19, 2005 11:47 pm
((Closed currently until discrepencies are sorted))

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Sep 19, 2005 11:59 pm
Ryhir continues moving, this time from the Sooty abomination's left side to his right, slightly suprized when the creature makes no move to capitalize on his opening. Well, my luck I guess. I'll have to make this count. Once again Ryhir brings his large blade crashing into the metal monstrosity, putting as much force behind it as possible.
((Attack: 1d20(16) + 9 - 2 = 23
DAM: 1d8(1) + 4 = 5
Damn lousy dam dice....))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Sep 20, 2005 1:05 am
Brand doesn't speak, his mind focused on one thing... the death of this enemy. With nearly supernatural speed, his sword is suddenly in his hands, lashing out to strike the enemy in front of him. No song? Initiative = 6 Quick-draw sword. Attack 1 (+1 head) 14 + 6 (skill) + 1 (enchantment) = 21
Attack 2 (Spell-head) 4 + 6 (skill) + 1 (masterwork) = 11
Damage roll 1 = 6 + 2 (str) + 1 (ench) + 10 (orb) = 19 damage

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Sep 20, 2005 1:56 am
Cedric moves forward towards the crazed lunatic and swings his hammer mightly, only to miss completely... [Power Attack -5] [Attack Roll 8 + 12 - 5 = 15]

Posted by: Twitch Tue Sep 20, 2005 2:17 am
: "Salamander? What kind of name is that? Were you off in the bathroom when you guys were handing out all the good names?" Gabe winced as the gout of flame rushed past his shoulder as he threw himself to the deck. must have struck a nerve Scrambling back to his feet he rushed at Salamander, wildly lashing out with all his might.
(Init: 11 + 2 = 13)
(Power Attack 4)
(Attack roll: 14 + 5 str + 1 ench = 19)
(Damage: 2 + 6 +1 ench + 7 str + 8 PA = 24)

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Sep 20, 2005 2:37 am
[Imagine this space is filled with such a descriptive epipheny, then the world seems dim by comparison. Initiative=1d20(20)+3=23. Charge directed at Salamander. Attack=1d20(13)+7+3+2=25. Hit!
Damage=2d8(6+3)+10=19.]

Posted by: Rusty Tue Sep 20, 2005 2:47 am
((Init: 1+4 = 5. What the heck. lol)) *Faralon draws his bow, starting to sing as he does so.* : "Mechanical slime, you're just in time! Get ready to fall, to us you gall!"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 20, 2005 2:51 am
Castor's charge slams into the undead soldier as the other attacks clank off the heavy armor of the creature. The Salamander manages to avoid some of the bomb blast, only taking partial damage. The magic has a greater effect, causes the opponent to grunt as he is struck. The Salamander laughs maniacaly.
"The Salamander! A creature born of the flame! You think anything you do matters? You think you can change anything in this world? HA! My entire civilization crumbled to ash, as will everything else!" the Salamander says with a definite unhinged tone to his voice. He holds up his right fist. "Three... Two... One... IGNITION!!!"
One of the tanks attached to the Salamander erupts, exploding in a shower of flame that strikes everyone in melee combat with the undead creature.
((Everyone in melee with Salamander take 10 fire damage. No save.))
Amelios and Gabriel find that the fire that struck them continues to burn. ((6 fire damage to Amelios and Gabriel.))
Kyoji appears at this point, charging into melee with both swords drawn. Unfortunately, both strikes clank off the armor.
Meanwhile, a ways away from the group, Yeesha hears the sounds of battle.
Yeesha ETA: 3 more rounds.
Next round!

Posted by: Rusty Tue Sep 20, 2005 2:54 am
*Swiftly, Faralon fires two arrows at Salamander.* ((Rapid Shot. Roll to hit...1d20 + 7 - 2 + 1 (song) = 19. Miss. Roll to hit...1d20 + 7 - 2 + 1 (song) = 23. Miss...)) : "Have at thee, you fiend! Faralon preened!" *Faralon smirks at his adding himself to his own lyrics.* "Think you're a lizard? Meet our wizard!" *Gah...That was bad... Faralon thinks to himself, pointing at Yeesha, who is still a bit away from the battle.*

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Sep 20, 2005 3:50 am
Gritting his teeth against the heat and flames, Castor continues his assault against the evil dead, bringing his axe around to slam into the cackling bones. [Attack=1d20(14)+7+3+1=25 Hit! Damage=1d12(4)+10+1=15-3=12]

Posted by: Twitch Tue Sep 20, 2005 4:50 am
(Power Attack 4) (Attack: 18 + 5 STR + 1 ench + 1 song = 25 AIM must love me tender) (Damage: 2+2 + 7 STR + 1 ench + 8 PA = 20) Gabe fought back the urge to scream as the fire licked at his flesh. I've just about had it with this overgrown piece of kindling.
: "Turned to ash? When I'm through with you, you're going to pray for that fate. I don't care where you came from, newt-boy, but YOURE REALLY PISSING ME OFF!!!"
Gabe then stepped in and thrust his blade upward for The Salamander's shoulder.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Sep 20, 2005 5:58 am
Cedric withstands the flames lashing forth and snaps his hammer back over his head. The Salamander takes advantage of this opportunity to attack the Paladin using his flamethrower as a club. Cedric grunts at the blow but then brings down his hammer, smashing into the flamethrower and crushing it.
((Sunder: AoO hits: 7 damage: Opposed Attack Rolls 25 vs. 24: Sunder Successful: Damage 10 + 8 = 18))

Posted by: FreedomJu Tue Sep 20, 2005 7:30 am
(14 INIT Hit=19(d20)+5(BAB)+1(Masterwork)+3(STR)+1(bard)=29 Damage= 3+1(2d4)+4(STR1.5)+1(bard)=9)

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Sep 20, 2005 7:45 am
"Aww... looking a bit warm there, buddy. Mind if I help you cool off?" the swashbuckler asked, smiling, as he fired off a frigid ray in Salamander's direction. ((Magic: Casting Ray of Frost Damage: 1d3 = 3 == Spells == 0: Acid Splash, Resistance, Resistance
1: Shield, Magic Missile
2: Scorching Ray))

Posted by: Century Tue Sep 20, 2005 9:25 am
~Caught aghast at the violence of the flames spouting from the Salamander's machine, Elias keeps his distance, more swirling ice magically produced to strike his opponent~ (( Lesser Freeze: 5+8 = 13 Damage ~Spells remaining~ 0: Ray of Frost; detect Magic; Open/Close; Read Magic
1: Mage Armour; Magic Missile; Lesser Blaze
))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Sep 20, 2005 12:07 pm
Amelios looks in surprise as the flame continued to eat away at his shoulder and the cleric moved back a little, dropping prone, and trying to pull out the fire, and let out a sigh of relief as he succeeded. (((14+4=18.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Sep 20, 2005 2:34 pm
Brand remains silent, still focusing on his swords and his enemy. Making sure none of his allies are behind the salamander as he swings, the birdman's first attack bounces off of the enemies armor. The second, however, lodges underneath a plate, glows briefely for a moment, then surges with electricity as it unleashes a lightning bolt into his enemy's body.
Attack roll 1 (+1 head): 5 + 6 (skill) + 1 (ench) = 12
Attack roll 2 (spell head): 17 + 6 (skill) + 1 (masterwork) = 24
Damage roll (attack): 2 + 1(str) + 10 (orb) = 13
Lightning bolt, 15th level: 6+1+5+4+4+4+4+6+1+3 = 38 damage!
51 damage total.
Enemy must resist vs massive damage or die.
" The lightning bolt sets fire to combustibles and damages objects in its path." Oh bloody hell...

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 20, 2005 3:36 pm
Damas look on at the salamander, his ruby red eyes narrowed. While he is glad that he's no where near the fire, because he hates it so, he curses in elven when his friends and companions are caught in the minor explosion. ~"Lousy fire loving bastard. Let's see how you like this!"~ He recites an incantation in the ancient language, which only other arcane spell casters could understand. After moving his hands about in elaborate patterns, his ethereal hand begins to glow a blue color. It floats over to the salamander and begins trying to touch it.
((Chill Touch cast, being delivered by the hand.
Attack 1: 8 [3 + 5] miss
Attack 2: 13 [8 + 5] ???
Attack 3: 9 [4 + 5] miss
Attack 4: 18 [13 + 5] ???
Attack 5: 11 [6 + 5] miss
Since this is a touch spell, it bypasses armor, so I think Attack 2 and Attack 4 could have hit. If nothing happens, we'll just have a really pissed off elven sorcerer))
-----
Kethra resists the urge to scream when the fire licks at her flesh, instead focused only on taking her foe down while not getting anyone, herself included, killed in the process. Determined to do something at least, she takes a small step back, draws her sling and a bullet, and then tosses it at the beast.
((Attack: 27 [18 + 8 + 1] hit
Damage: 7 [4 + 2 + 1]
I figured she had the best chance hitting and doing damage that way))

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Sep 20, 2005 11:04 pm
Ryhir cringes at the pain as the fire rushes over him, but does not let it sway him from action. Once again, he takes a large swing with his sword, no longer holding back. ((Attack: 1d20(16) + 9 = 26 DAM: 1d8(6) + 4 = 10))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 20, 2005 11:47 pm
((How the hey did Damas get FIVE attacks?))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Sep 21, 2005 12:31 am
((Since you seem to be away from AIM now, I'll tell you TUM. Chill Touch allows the caster to deliver one touch/attack per level. Being level 5, Damas gets 5 attacks with that spell. The spell he invoked last round, Spectral Hand, allows him to have the "hand" deliver the spell for him. The descriptions of the spells are on pages 209 and 282 in the 3.5 PHP if you want to check up on this))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 21, 2005 1:08 am
((http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/spectralHand.htm Sorry, but I believe they mean "up to". I don't see any mention of it granting one attack per level here, and common sense says that's broken. BTW, Kai, I don't see an init for you. Since it matters here, I rolled for you and got a 9. : P))
Dama's spell misses its target.
The attacks slam into the Salamander, causing him to laugh hysterically.
"As I flew over the battlefields of the last great war of my age, I beheld a world in flames. I wasn't until I was reborn that I realized that was this planet's destiny... All things will crumble to ash in time. No matter what you do, this world will be cleansed by fire," the Salamander says. Then Brand's attack slams into him and he snarls, angrily. "What, that the BEST you can do???" he roars as he takes off into the sky, slamming back into the ground a few feet away to blast Brand and Ryhir with a cone of fire. "BUUUUUUUUUUURN!!!!"
Brand's lightning bolt blasts through the Salamander to nail a wooden fisherman's stall dead on, blowing it to bits and setting it afire. From the anguished scream within, it wasn't empty, either.
((Critical hit... : ( ))
((Everyone that was in melee may make an AoO against the Salamander at AC 29, thanks to Mobility. Ryhir and Brand each take 16 points of fire damage, Ref save DC15 for half.))
It is at this point that Cedric rushes forward to destroy the pyromaniac's weapon. The flamethrower's barrel crumples against the might warhammer.
"Son of a B*TCH!!!" the Salamander roars as his weapon is destroyed. He looks at Cedric with, quite literally, fire in his eyes. "You'll PAY for that..."
Gabriel takes an additional 3 points of fire damage as he continues to burn, but is healed 12 points of damage from his Mask of Death.
Kyoji dashes up to the flaming fighter and slashes his short blade across a weak spot in the armor, causing the Salamander to growl, dangerously.
((20 damage from the Holy Short Blade of Frost.))
Next turn!!

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Sep 21, 2005 3:12 am
((They need to work on Chill Touch and Spectral Hand a bit, I think)) ~"Damn!"~ Damas curses in elven. Seeing that his new spell is having no effect against the Salamander, he says a few short words and waves his hand to the side, dispelling the spectral hand. The young mage moves forward a bit and recites an incantation in the language of the arcane, tracing symbols in the air with his fingers. He then draws a vial of water from his pouch and blows on it, making it freeze and dematerialize. The air around the Salamander becomes frigid, and ice crystals form, blasting into it.
((Lesser Freeze cast.
Damage: 18 [8 + 10]
Hope that's right... He moved forward to get just close enough to cast the spell))
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Kethra grits her teeth and narrows her eyes. This thing was really beginning to get on her very last nerve. She reminds herself, however, that losing her cool could lose them the battle, so she moves back a bit and throws another bullet at the creature.
((Attack: 24 [16 + 7 + 1]
Damage: 6 [ 3 + 2 + 1]
She's moving 20 feet back and invoking dodge against the Salamander))

Posted by: Kyosokun Wed Sep 21, 2005 4:25 am
Ryhir captializes on the brief opening he sees, and makes sure the metal freak pays for it. Unfortunately, in doing so, he put himself directly into the path of the fire blast, putting him once more awash in searing pain as the flames wash over him.
((AoO: 1d20(20!) + 10 = 30!
Dam: 1d8(3) + 5 = 8
Ref Save = 1d20(1) ..... Yeah. The cosmic balance ~_~))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Sep 21, 2005 5:58 am
*This fool just isn't worth a song...Still, my arrows cannot pierce his armor. I guess...I'll just hold the line up. Faralon moves to Ryhir, casting Cure Light Wounds on him, then stepping back, not wanting to stay towards the front.* ((Cure Light Wounds...1d8 + 5 = 13. 13 HP to Ryhir. Inspire Courage is still in effect for 5 rounds. Then 5' step away from Salamander.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Sep 21, 2005 6:28 am
Cedric takes a step back and holds a hand over his chest. His eyes narrow and he holds his hammer before him defensively, "We now know your name, now know mine. I am Cedric of the Hammer, servant of the Goddess. In her name I shall free your soul from the bondage in which it is enslaved. Come, fiend."
[5' Step]
[Lay on Hands | Cedric | +10]
[Defensive Casting -or- Full Defense]

Posted by: Century Wed Sep 21, 2005 10:18 am
~Continuing his attacks, Elias casts another spell, a pair of balls of energy flying from his hands and hurtling towards the Salamander~ (( Magic Missile: 4+1 + 1+1 = 7 Damage ~Spells remaining~ 0: Ray of Frost; detect Magic; Open/Close; Read Magic
1: Mage Armour; Lesser Blaze
))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Sep 21, 2005 3:49 pm
Ref save: 19 + whatever = save made. Brand takes 8 damage. Attack of opportunity... Natural 20. Confirm critical... 4 + 8 = normal hit. Damage 3 + 3 (str) + 1 (ench) + 10 (orb) = 17 damage.
Brand twists to the side, dodging the worst of the blast and managing to get himself in closely to the enemy, where he strikes once more with his blade.
Seeing the enemy focused on the Paladin, Brand grabs and throws a javelin with a single motion, then leaps in front of Cedric, readying his shield against whatever this enemy might have for them.
Action: Quick draw-javelin, throw javelin.
Attack: 7 + 7 (skill) = 14 Probably not a hit.
Move in front of Cedric, drawing shield as he moves.
Choose full cover for shield.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Sep 21, 2005 4:04 pm
((Yeah. Running behind on everything. Initiative: 18+3 = 21. Magic Missile: 3+1 2+1= 7)) The Wizardess entered the fray finally, quickly crafting what was becoming a fairly common sight in their battles so far. Two missiles lanced forth from careful movements of her hands; she sent them howling towards the enemy.

Posted by: Aldur Wed Sep 21, 2005 4:40 pm
Amelios snorts at the comment made by the man who called himself after a lizard. He moved over to Cedric, touching the man's arm, a glow passing from his hand, to Cedric's body. The cleric nodded as his work was done and stared stonily at the Salamander, and with as much venom as the Kyantol can muster, utters a single word. "Heretic."
((Cast Bull's Strength on Cedric.))

Posted by: Kyosokun Wed Sep 21, 2005 10:36 pm
Ryhir feels new strength run through his body, he looks back and gives Faralon a nod of appreciation before recklessly throwing himself back into battle, charging and bringing his Scim hard to bear. ((Attack: 1d20(7) + 12 = 19)) Unfortunately, the blade skids along the surface of the creature's thick plating. "Damn it~!" Ryhir cries.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 22, 2005 4:12 am
The Salamander roars as the spells slam into him and Brand's attack once more jolts him with electricity. Kethra's sling bullet pings off his armor as Brand's javelin does the same. Kyoji manages another hit with his short blade, piercing the ancient armor.
((14 damage from Kyoji.))
"Filthy impure flesh!!!" the Salamander snarls. "The purifying fire will cleanse you to ASH!!!"
Another one of the tanks on the Salamander detonates, showering all those near him with liquid flame. Amidst the fire, the Salamander rises into the sky, flying low over the ground towards the ships in port.
((Everyone within 15' of the Salamander take 10 fire damage. Everyone in melee with the Salamander may make an AoO as he lifts off 10' into the air and moves 40' towards the ships.))
The fire on Gabriel, Brand, and Ryhir continues to burn, searing their flesh.
((2 fire damage to Gabe, Brand, and Ryhir.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Sep 22, 2005 5:14 am
"Whoa there, hotstuff... where's the fire? Hang out a bit!" Ashathel said, Telithe shifting uncomfortably on his shoulder as he fired two darts of force from his fingertips. ((Magic: Casting Magic Missile Damage [Missle 1]: 1d4 + 1 = 4 Damage [Missle 1]: 1d4 + 1 = 2
== Spells ==
0: Acid Splash, Resistance, Resistance
1: Shield
2: Scorching Ray))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Sep 22, 2005 11:11 am
Running after the Salamander, Zook catcalls as he pulls another bomb from his satchel. "Here, sally-sally-sally. Heeeeeeeeeeere, sally-sally." ((Move 20' towards enemy, throw bomb. Attack roll 18 + 7 = 25 Damage 6+6+6+1=19))

Posted by: Twitch Thu Sep 22, 2005 4:22 pm
Ignoring the still burning flames Gabriel snarls and slashes at Salamander as he tries to escape. "Your flames do nothing compared to the fires in my heart, you soulless wretch!" Gabe taunted from behind the demonic visage of his mask. (AoO: 16 + 3 BAB + 5 STR + 1 ench = 25)
(Damage: 2 + 6 + 7 STR + 1 ench = 16)

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 22, 2005 6:10 pm
Kethra seems a little bit irked when her attack bounces off, but she keeps her cool. Moving forward to get the Salamander within her range again, she fires another bullet at it, hoping to hurt it this time. Her wounds begin to flare up when she does so, however, and the bullet sails right past it. "Damn."
((Attack: 18 [9 + 8 + 1] miss))

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 22, 2005 6:43 pm
Ryhir hisses in pain as he's is seared by flames yet again. "Bastard! I'm not done my dance with you yet!" He shouts at the creature, and charges after it, attempting to put himself in the way of the creature, before slashing at him with his blade.
((I'm charging, if I can, I'll go a little PAST him, so he'll have to go past me next round, and also maybe I'll be in flanking position if anyone else approaches him in Melee from behind? *hint hint* This will draw an AoO on me though. AC 25))
Attack: 1d20(11) + 12 = 23. If someone flanks, +2 = 25
DAM: 1d8(7) + 5 = 12))

Posted by: Critical Mass Thu Sep 22, 2005 7:58 pm
The sound of the explosion reaches Rhizor's ears and makes him turn in mid-air with a start. The batling, having immediately taken flight towards the Demis city limits as soon as the Last Nereid docked, had been so far unaware of the destructive battle raging behind him. He quickly performs a tight wingover and speeds towards the figure in armor assaulting the group, unable to determine exactly what inhabits the shell of metal at this distance. As he screams through the sky the druid shouts the words for a new spell, praying to Apollo that the madman assaulting them was still a living being. If their foe wanted to play with fire so much, he surely didn't need all that water in his body...
((Dessicate cast on The Fury = 4d6 "dehydration" damage (ala Horrid Wilting, technically untyped) + fort save or be dehydrated. If the dude's undead, which I'm pretty sure he is, it does nothing, but I'm not in range for anything else and Rhizor won't be able to tell the difference at this distance anyway. Bah.))

Posted by: Twitch Thu Sep 22, 2005 9:21 pm
Gabriel recovered from his swing and quickly gave chase on the Salamander. Sprinting forward he charged at his victim. : "LEAVING SO SOON?!?!!" Gabe sprang forward, twisted and swung his sword in a horizontal arc at Salamander. Gabe smelled the proverbial blood in the water, and fearlessly pressed on, almost toying with his adversary as a cat would.
"COME ON, FROGGY, IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE?!?"
(Attack: 13 + 2 Charge + 3 BAB + 5 STR + 1 ench = 24)
(Damage: 1 + 1 (gotta love the snake eyes) +7 STR + 1 ench = 10)

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Sep 22, 2005 9:53 pm
((The shield doesn't protect me or Cedric?)) ((Placeholder for Brand))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 22, 2005 10:14 pm
~"What a jackass,"~ Damas mutters angrily in elven. He realizes that the Salamander is too far away for him to cast his more powerful spells, so he decides on a weaker one that has served him fairly well thus far. He weaves symbols in the air with his fingers and recites an incantation in arcane language. As he stretches out his hand towards the beast, two blue bolts of force fly after the creature in the air, slamming into it.
((Magic Missile
Damage (Missile 1): 4 [3 +1]
Damage (Missile 2): 5 [4 + 1]
Total: 9))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 22, 2005 10:15 pm

QUOTE (Wandering Dezorian @ Thu Sep 22, 2005 9:53 pm)
((The shield doesn't protect me or Cedric?)) ((Placeholder for Brand))

((You get full cover from the shield, yes? You get the standard bonus from full cover to Ref saves. IIRC, it's +8 for total cover... The flames flow around the sheild, it's a rather violent explosion. Edit: I might be wrong, but that's the way I've always played it. By the way, you're still on fire from the flamethrower blast.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Sep 23, 2005 4:14 am
((Right. Brand tries to put out the flames. If that's only a move action, then he'll also cast cure light wounds on himself. If it's a standard action, he'll move away from the Salamandar.)) ((I'll roll later on, when I've got my dice at hand.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 23, 2005 5:33 am
The attacks slam into the Salamander, and he crashes into the Nereid like a comet, setting that part of the ship ablaze. The undead being rises from the flames, swaying on his feet. "I... I am the SALAMANDER!!! Fire bows to my will and flows over my foes!!!" he shouts, detonating another one of his fuel packs. All those near him are showered with flame as Kyoji manages to nimbly dodge the brunt of the attack.
((Ryhir and Gabe each take 15 fire damage. They also take another 5 points of damage each as the previous fire keeps burning. Brand is unsuccessful at his first attempt to put out the flames, but succeeds on his second. Brand also takes 5 damage >To move this along, I rolled for you, WD. Sorry.< Gabe heals 9 damage from the mask.))
The Salamander moves forward, shuffling through the flames as if in a daze.

Posted by: Kyosokun Fri Sep 23, 2005 6:44 am
Ryhir is thrown back by the last explosion, and lies where he falls, not moving, flames still burning into his flesh.

Posted by: Aldur Fri Sep 23, 2005 10:01 am
Amelios hurries over to Ryhir and kneels down over the Fallen warrior. He smiles as a strong healing light flares, from his hands to the warrior's wounds. ((6+5+6+5=22hp healed. CSW cast.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 23, 2005 12:54 pm
Last Round Cedric glares at the crazed undead, tromping towards him as quickly as possibly but still slowly because of the heavy armor he wears. This Round ((I'm uncertain exactly where the enemy is, I take it he is walking on the burning ship and thus out of my range.))
Cedric stops near the now burning ship, his face growing dark as he holds his hammer before him defensively, "Archers! Strike the devices on his back! Mages! Knock him from the sky! Fighters! Fall back and wait for a chance to attack!"
The Paladin takes a deep breath and closes his eyes lightly, whispering words in supplication. His left hand rests lightly by two fingers on his weapon. Thin wisps of ether flow from his body and circle around his hammer, surrounding it in a fade glow. Color drains from his face and he breaths a ragged breath, opening eyes filled with pain.
[Defensive Casting]
[Divine Sacrifice -10 HP]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Sep 23, 2005 3:39 pm
"If you say so, Cedric. This thing is getting on my nerves anyway." Damas takes a step back and closes his eyes momentarily, weaving symbols in the air with his hands and chanting in ancient tongue. He then opens his eyes, which now glow and mutters something in elven. ~"He thinks he's so hot, eh? Well have a taste of this, ugly."~ The young mage holds his arm out towards the undead creature, two blue bolts of force once again slamming into the creature.
((Magic Missile
Damage (Missile 1): 5 [4 + 1]
Damage (Missile 2): 3 [2 + 1]
Total: 8
Huh, Damas seems to slip back into his native language when pissed or annoyed. Interesting... ))
-----
Kethra heeds Cedric's words and ceases her attacks for now, which have been pretty much useless up until now anyway. The burns hurt badly, and she figures that now may be a good time to take care of that issue. Taking a potion from her pouch, she pops the cork and drinks it. A rush of healing power flows through her body and rids her of the wounds caused by the flames.
((Since she can't attack, I thought this as good a time as any. CMW potion used. 18 hp restored))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Sep 23, 2005 4:15 pm
Brand nods at the paladin's advice. "Zook!" he shouts even as he pulls out a small vial of a foul-smelling liquid. "Can you identify any weak points?" The birdman removes the cover and quickly applies some of the salve to his burns. Those with more magical inclinations realize that the birdman is casting a healing spell on himself, probably without even realizing it.
Brand casts cure light wounds. Brand recovers 7 + 2 hp.

Posted by: Kyosokun Fri Sep 23, 2005 4:38 pm
Ryhir comes to with the smiling face of the cleric above him. His first concern however, is to the burning flames still alight to him. "Ah, fire hot~!" he says attempts to extinguish himself.

Posted by: Twitch Fri Sep 23, 2005 5:13 pm
Gabe heard Cedric's order over the din of the battle and withdrew. Holding his sword at the ready, ignoring the flames lapping hungrily at his back he spoke. : "I guess you didn't hear me before, maybe the savage beating your taking has addled whatever scrap of a brain you have rattling around in there, but you're going to die. AGAIN." Turning, Gabe yelled to Cedric, "I can end him now. There is no reason to give him another opportunity to do anymore damage!"
More out of aggravation of being ordered idle than pain, Gabe finally stopped to put out the flames burning him.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Sep 23, 2005 6:13 pm
"And I'm out of ranged spells, unless you want me to add more fuel to the fire," Ashathel said, firing off a small shot of acid. "Do your worst, guys, cause we're gonna need the Nereid in one piece!" ((Magic: Casting Acid Arrow Damage: 1d3 = 1 == Spells ==
0: Resistance, Resistance
1: Shield
2: Scorching Ray))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Sep 23, 2005 8:17 pm
[Skill Checks: Spot: 16+6 = 22 Knowledge[Tech]: 12+13 = 25 and 4+13 = 17 Knowledge[Ancients]: 14+10 = 24] Zook tries to study the ship and the Salamander through the flames and the disruptive refraction of their heat. He sees now, perhaps better than before, the nature of the Salamander's fuel as it shiimers viscously underneath the flames it feeds.
"NAPALM!" Zook cries, hoping everyone can hear him over the chaos of battle and the ranting of the mad and tortured Salamander. "Smother the living, douse the ship! It will not go out on its own!"
Zook was wary of the abomination's staggering shuffle. He groped in his satchel for his last bomb, and threw it at the Salamander in the hopes of stopping or slowing it before it could approach his allies.
((Throw last bomb
Attack roll: 13+7 = 20
Damage: 3+4+6+6 = 19 damage))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 23, 2005 8:45 pm
Gabriel and Zook succeed in putting out the flames as the Salamander roars in anguish as the bomb explodes near him. The fuel tanks all along his suit begin to rupture as he speaks his final words. "You... Are stronger than you look... But the others will find you as I did..." the Salamander spits. Then he staggers around in a daze as his suit sends up a roaring column of flame around him. The undead being looks at his shaking hands as fire saturates the area around him. "Than... Thank you? AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!"
A final roar of pain is the Salamander's parting farewell as his suit detonates, sending a spray of shrapnel and fuel across the deck of the ship and across those nearest to him. Luckily, this is only two people, as the warrior was defeated before he could charge back into the fray. Kyoji, who had been sneaking up on the creature is thrown clear of the ship, ninja nightsuit on fire.
((Vox, make a Reflex save or take 30 damage. Ref save for half. Kyoji takes 15 damage. Everyone gain 1,000 XP.))
Yeesha arrives on the scene at this point.
"What in blazes... Literally! What's happened to the Nereid???" Yeesha asks in horror, looking at the burning ship. Looking around, she sees all those injured. "What happened to all of you?"

Posted by: Twitch Fri Sep 23, 2005 9:05 pm
Gabriel sheathed his sword, took off his mask, and pulled out his topknot. Sweat dripped from his brow as he watched the inferno. "We were attacked by another one of whatever being or beings are trying to stop our progress. Shame his brains didn't match his mouth, or he might have realized he was overmatched... As for the ship... the previously mentioned guy decided he'd like to blow up on its deck."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Sep 23, 2005 9:12 pm
((Ref save failed: 6+7 = 13)) Zook cries out in agony as the explosion knocks him off his feet, heat and metal and sheer concussive force bowling him over. With effort, Zook is able to get back up, grunting and wincing as he tries to remove shrapnel embedded in charred flesh. In the midst of this, he is shouting frantically, skittering about and making wild gesticulations with a free hand that cause him even more pain. "The fires! Put out the blasted fires--ah!!"

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Sep 24, 2005 12:38 am
Cedric takes a deep breath and lays a hand on his chest, he then starts towards the flames, "Quickly!!! Mages, create water if you can! Fighters, find something to dampen the flames!" As he moves forward, he looks around for heavy cloth or something similar on the docks.
[Search 10 + 2 = 12]
[Lay on Hands | Cedric | + 5]

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Sep 24, 2005 1:08 am
"Quickly! Form a bucket brigade!" Brand shouts, rushing onboard and braving the flames to find a bucket used to swab the decks. "Get these flames put out!"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Sep 24, 2005 1:21 am
Yeesha casts a simple Freeze spell to put out the fire in her section as the crew scrambles to put out the fire.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Sep 24, 2005 1:34 am
"Great... just great," Ashathel groaned, nearly shaking the mongoose familiar free from it's perch on his shoulder as he dashed for the ship. Grabbing a folded sail, he began to do what he could against the flames by beating it with the rough cloth. "How's Zook doing?"
((== Spells ==
0: Resistance, Resistance
1: Shield
2: Scorching Ray))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Sep 24, 2005 2:13 am
"Never mind me, put out the fire!" Zook snaps as he takes one of the many buckets lying around and begins to douse the flames he can reach.

Posted by: Kyosokun Sat Sep 24, 2005 2:17 am
Ryhir stringgles to his feet, and joins the bucet brigade. "Come on folks, the tough part is over, so lets not dawdle, lets get his fire out!" he tries to cheer them on, but the rough edge on his voice from the pain rather robs the cheer of much effect.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Sep 24, 2005 2:50 am
Cedric moves swiftly towards Brand, "Yes! Quickly, form a line!!!"

Posted by: Cyrus Sat Sep 24, 2005 9:42 am
A bucket won't do anything against that, Castor thought as he watched the blaze engulf the Last Nereid. We need something...bigger. Ripping the head of a nearby barrel, he grinned as he found it empty, swishing it through the water, only to lose his grip and watch as it sinks into the briny deep. Cursing lightly, he rushed to another barrel, tearing its top off in growing desperation. Calm down, he said to himself, You'll only screw up again if you keep this pace up. Reclaiming control on his breathing, he tried to make sure his grip was tighter as he filled the barrel once more.
[Str check: 2+7 = 9.
Failure.
Level to come.]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Sep 24, 2005 2:57 pm
Kethra tucks her weapon away and joins the line that has formed. Turning to Damas momentarily, she speaks in a serious and concerned tone. "Do you have any water magic?" Damas is hesitant to get on the burning ship at first, and his fear of fire becomes quite obvious. When Kethra shouts to him about needing a water spell, the young mage bites his lip and boards the ship, trying to push his fear aside. "Man, do I hate fire..." He then looks to Kethra and grins. "I can't really create water in its liquid form, but I have the next best thing." He moves a bit and invokes a Freeze spell to put out some of the flames.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Sep 24, 2005 4:55 pm
Cedric glances at Castor and nods, dashing over quickly and helping him with the barrel. [Aid Other]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Sep 24, 2005 6:09 pm
Kethra turns and goes to help Castor with the barrel. ((Aid Other)) After putting out the fire near where he is standing, Damas rushes to aid Ashathel with putting out the flames on the sails. The ship would definitely but useless without sails, and they weren't at all cheep. Praying that something does not decide to drop in on them after he has exhausted his magical power, he invokes a Frost Ray to douse the flames on the sails.

Posted by: Rusty Sat Sep 24, 2005 6:40 pm
*Faralon takes out his lute, beginning to play a tune to inspire the minotaur to lift the barrel.* ((Inspire Competence. +2 bonus.)) : "The ship is ablaze, but please do not faze! Go, use that water, so we will saulter!"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Sep 24, 2005 10:40 pm
The bucket line, aided by freezing spells, succeeds in putting out the fire after a brief struggle. However, the ship is badly damaged. Yeesha winces. "This little adventure is going to bite a little deeper into the royal treasury than I thought... Hope Nick isn't too mad when he looks at the bill..." Yeesha says with a frown. "OK, I'll straighten things out with the captain and port authorities. In the meantime, I want everyone to figure out where we should head next. We know he's in Iom, but where? I want opinions from everyone backed by good ideas."

Posted by: Cyrus Sun Sep 25, 2005 1:07 am
"Does the Prince have any allies in Iom," the minotaur asks, setting down the soaking barrel as he wiped sweat from his brow. "Perhaps we should seek them out. Though, judging for how much our opponents know about us, they might have already struck them as they did Dava." He thought back to the fiery wreck that had become of Dava's mansion...how many more infernos would stand in their way?

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Sep 25, 2005 1:40 am
"Perhaps it would behoove us to gather some information?" Zook asked Yeesha, scratching his chin with his off (and consequently less injured) hand. "After this spectacle, there isn't much in the way of secrecy to be had, and observant locals may well have valuable reconaissance. I am particularly interested to find out about the movements of machines and undead in the area; it is clear that Ancient technology and trapped souls seem to be the tools of choice for whomever is working against us."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Sep 25, 2005 2:21 am
"Technically, all of Iom is now Cypress territory. We conquered them in the last war and set up provinces with governors to rule the lands in King Nick's name," Yeesha says over her shoulder. "And yes, information would be good. Figure it out, I've got to take care of all this."
Yeesha leaves, then.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Sep 25, 2005 4:49 am
Cedric looks after Yeesha with a frown, concern on his face, "I fear that something is wrong with her..." He then shakes his head and looks at the damage, "We cannot stay here long or our enemies will strike once more. I know little of the land but I suggest that we head straight for the castle of Iom. Objections?"
((Anyone hitting on Yeesha can take that as a cue to go after her.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Sep 25, 2005 5:32 am
"I'll go with her; I needed to discuss a matter with her, anyway," Ashathel said rapidly, before dhashing off after the caster with the same energy. ((== Spells == 0: Resistance, Resistance 1: Shield 2: Scorching Ray
EDIT: Gotta love AIM for getting these convos out of the way...))
"Lady Yeesha," the elven sword-wielder said, catching up to her, "I know this is probably a bad time, but..."
"Exactly. A bad time," Yeesha says, turning. "I have to straighten this out with the port authorities right now. Can you wait just a few minutes?"
"No problem; take care of the boat issue first," he said, allowing her to meet with the officials. Waiting until she returned, he picked up the conversation again with the words, "Everything all straightened out?"
"Yeah, yeah... More money from the royal treasury. Mayfair's going to come after me with a vengeance if this drains much more gold from the treasury. Well, once we find them, anyway," Yeesha says with a tired sigh.
"About that. I've been thinking lately, and, well... it may be a little bit longer before we get to the bottom of all this, whether or not we find the Prince soon." Withdrawing his spellbook, Ashathel held it up and said "Frankly, I never expected to be casting so much since I left the school. Honestly, it's been a while since I picked up any good new spells, and I was wondering if you could help me out a bit."
"I guess. What do you need?" Yeesha asks, walking along. "You want me to recommend spells or something?"
"Yes, actually," the swashbuckler said, nodding. "You've obviously got a great deal of talent and expertise with magic. The spells I know aren't going to cut it for long, especially if we keep running into flaming foes like our friend the Salamander, and I've got no sort of electrical spell to use against the machines. I'm hoping that some of the spells in your book would be something I can grasp and put to use to keep us alive that much longer."
"You want to look in my spellbook?" Yeesha asks, surprised. "I thought you just wanted advice."
"Yes, though I'd definitely welcome advice as well. Like I said, it's been a few years since I was at the school, and I've no doubt forgotten some basic principles."
"Well..." Yeesha takes her spellbook and clutches it protectively. "A mage's spellbook is more than just spells, you know... It's a diary, spell library and compendium of facts all rolled into one.... For me to show it to you is a big thing..."
"I understand completely; there are things in my spellbook I wouldn't exactly want to publicize to the world. Maybe we can come to some sort of compromise? You could, say, read the details for me, and I could copy them. That way you have no need to feel uncomfortable."
"I suppose that would work," Yeesha nods. "I can teach you a few neat tricks I learned in my travels, too."
"That would be great!" Ashathel said, smiling broadly. "And your voice isn't bad at all; maybe I can teach you some songs as my way of saying thanks."
((Yeesha - Sense Motive: 12
Ashathehl - Bluff - 15, after mods))
"Huh... No one's said that to me before," Yeesha says, looking at Asathel with an appraising eye.
"Well, with Damas having a bit of friction with some of the others and the group as a whole being kinda frayed after a few tough battles, a couple songs would do well to lift spirits. Faralon, Cedric and I can carry a tune, but to see our leader get in on the action would be great for morale."
"I suppose," Yeesha says with a nod. "I have to hand it to you guys, you aren't half as bad with downtime as we were back in the Shining Force."
"Well, I do try to enjoy my downtime as best I can..."
"No, I mean, you guys are better at controlling yourselves. You should've seen the mess hall back in the Force... When we weren't in a battle..." Yeesha shakes her head. "Some of the group reminded me of your brother. Only less subtle."
"Oh?" the elf asked, raising an eyebrow. "Like who?"
"Like Ruce..."

Posted by: Rusty Sun Sep 25, 2005 7:59 am
*Immediately, Faralon makes his way to the nearest tavern. He had been intending to gather information before the idea had even been suggested, so he wasted no time at all in doing so.* ((There will be some role playing tagged along with this later, no doubt. Just posting now to give the results of my roll. 1d20 + 6 = 25. ))

Posted by: Aldur Sun Sep 25, 2005 12:45 pm
Amelios moves over to Zook, laying a hand on his shoulder. Letting the healing light help the Tinker out. ((CSW.8+3+6+5=22 healed.)) The Kyantol then leaves the ship, wandering into the same tavern as Faralon, slipping into a seat in the corner, just watching the people life their lives.
((Hide check ...20-5=15.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Sep 25, 2005 5:32 pm
((There is only one person Damas dislikes, but only because he doesn't trust the little bugger. )) Damas moves off the ship as fast as he can and listens to the discussion but doesn't say anything. While he has no real problem with anyone but Faralon, he suspects that he would just be disregarded so he doesn't bother to open his mouth. After they are through, the young sorcerer heads towards the tavern.
((Spot: 19 [13 + 4 + 2]))
When he walks through the door, he stops dead in his tracks when he finds Faralon and Amelios among the patrons. Having no desire to talk to either of them, he immediately turns and leaves. While walking down the street his familiar crawls up onto his shoulder and he looks at her solemnly. "Why do they hate me so much, Li?"
"Master, I don't think any of them hate you."
"You think so? Well, no one speaks to me unless they need something, or they're barking orders at me. They talk among themselves, but no one even stops to ask me how I'm doing!"
"What about Kethra? Cedric? Amelios?"
"Kethra has a good heart, but Cedric and Amelios' concern feels so hollow. After all, they do what they do because their goddess commands it, not because they want to."
"Most of them are nothing but insecure children, and they're taking it out on you because you're any easy target. You've grown into a man, master. No offense of anything, but it is time you started behaving like one."
"Would a man cower in fear while his friends die? Would a man have allowed the murderer to get away with it in the first place?"
"Master, there was nothing you could have done. Stop beating yourself up over it."
"No matter how hard I try, the pain won't go away." Tears well up in Damas' eyes and he rests his hand over his heart. "It's been shattered to pieces, and there isn't one person in this world that can put it together again."
"What about Kethra?"
"I told you, I don't feel that way about Kethra. Besides, she's a monk. Don't they remain celibate?"
"It depends on the order, really. Well then, what about Isyndel?"
"Isyndel? Well, she is beautiful, but... Oh come on, we have nothing in common, and she hates me. Besides, she's too old for me."
"You won’t know that until you actually ask her, will you? Ashathel has a thing for Yeesha, and she's probably older that Isyndel. Well, by human standards, anyway. Try talking to Isyndel. Maybe she's in a good mood today."
"You don't know anything about human...err...elven nature, do you?"
"Maybe I don't, but I still think you should talk to her. All she can do is tell you to get lost, right?"
"I suppose so. My heart can't be broken more than it already is." Damas continues walking until he comes upon the group again. Taking a deep breath and composing himself, he speaks. "Does anyone know where Isyndel went?"
"I really don't know," Kethra replies, looking around. "If there is a library in this town, she's probably there. Any other suggestions?"
((That rat is evil ))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Sep 25, 2005 7:44 pm
Zook breathes a sigh of relief as Amelios's energy washes through him, absolving him of pain. "I am grateful," he says absently as he plods up to Yeesha. "Might I have the scroll that summons Derrik, milady? We need funds, as you say, and I'm sitting on a veritable mountain of salvage that is of less use to me than gold would be to us all."
The tinker smiles and nods as he takes the scroll, and unraveling it, reads the words written.
Derrik is suddenly standing behind him. "Boo!" he says with a grin. "Whatcha need?"
Zook jumps with a start, instinctively reaching for his rifle. When he sees Derrik's face, he tries to segue the reflex into an extended hand. "I'm looking to sell off some salvage. Interested?"
"Always..." Derrik says, sitting in a chair that wasn't there a minute before. "Whatcha be sellin'?"
Zook fishes through his satchel and begins extracting the guns he's found. "Well, thanks to our recent encounters with some not-so-friendlies carrying Ancient weapons, I've got a few guns I'd like to unload--not in the firing sense, you understand. This minigun is in decent shape, given the action it saw. A few repairs and it'd function, with only the faintest traces of unreliability. These two Submachine guns are in full working order, but I have no use for them."
"3,000 gold for the SMGs," Derrik says as he appraises the weapons. "Another three for the minigun."
Zook appears deep in thought. "Hmm... nine thousand is eminently fair. I am also in need of some gunpowder. Do you happen to have any?"
"Ah ah ah!" Derrik says, waving his finger. "Six thousand. 3 for both SMGs, and another 3 for the minigun. Take it or leave it."
Zook smiles slyly. "I'm sorry, I misspoke. Six thousand, perhaps minus the cost of some quality gunpowder?"
Derrik grins. "Certainly. I've got standard, high quality and magically imbued. Which do you want?"
"Tell me about the magically imbued gunpowder."
"Why don't you give me the gold minus the cost of 2 pounds of that imbued powder...And the powder, of course." Zook adds hurriedly.
"Your total comes to 1,700 gold," Derrik says with a grin as the items for sale vanish and he proffers one sack that bulges with coins, and another with the gunpowder in it.
"Ah ah ah!" Zook says, waving a finger. "I believe you mean four thousand seven hundred."
I suppose both of us need to work on our math," Derrik says with a grin. "Which is kinda sad, really. An engineer and a merchant with no head for numbers."
Zook cackles. "Sad, indeed."
Zook takes the sack of coins and the gunpowder, taking 1,500 for himself and giving the remaining 3,200 to Yeesha.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:13 pm
The Wizardess had found her head between everything that had transpired recently and with a somewhat clearer problem in front of her to focus on, most other thoughts had pushed back in her mind. At landfall she silently made her to way to the town library and set immediately to work. Sleet toed in behind her and perched on a desk near an open window, ready to bolt at an intrusion.
The large table before her had books and maps strewn about it as if they simply belonged there, meticulously arranged for ease in crossreferencing with a quick sway of her neck or hip. Upon her arrival she had asked for every material she could receive regarding the geography of the areas surrounding them, and at her...subtle insistance several of the library workers and even a few visitors rushed throughout the halls in purpose. Other materials seemed more difficult to come by, but a book or two had been brought that may or may not touch upon necromancy. She had not yet delved there and planned to save such things for later.
In the meantime she studied the maps and books regarding everything from the known ecosystem of the area to it's topography in hopes of discovering some out-of-the-way-places that may have held some interest in the Prince or whatever else surrounded him.
((Knowledge: Geography if applicable. Roll Result: 5. 5 Ranks, Intelligence bonus 3 = Total Result: 14. I doubt it's of any use in this situation, but I'm rolling it anyway just to be safe.))

Posted by: Rusty Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:19 pm
*Faralon started in the tavern, asking the townfolk if they have been anything or anyone suspicious within the area as of late. Gradually, he made his way out of the tavern and throughout the rest of the town.* ((Below are I guess portions from the conversations - responses and such.))
"I hear that Old Yurt, by the docks was fishing out along the coast one day when he saw a big metal thing float across the water and disgorge a bunch of golems and undead! They started heading for Algam fort right away."
: "Thank you for your time."
*Old Yurt? Hmm...And we come across this big metal thing yet again. So now we know it was heading here...Worse yet, with undead and golems within it. So it is a device of the enemy...*
===
"Last night, I saw something in the sky. Looked like a shooting star. Hey, maybe it's lucky!"
*Lucky? Heh...If it's relative to those things we saw earlier, we're anything but lucky...*
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"A real purty lady came through the other day. Dressed all in armor and with one of the most beautiful two handed swords I ever seen. She kept askin' questions, kinda like you are now. Didn't even stay the night, but left the same day she arrived."
*A pretty lady in armor? That's interesting. I wonder where she was headed and what her motives were?*
===
"Prince Nick came through this way a while back. They were heading deeper inland, into former Iom territory."
*Ah ha! So now we have a lead on Prince Nick. Surely he must also have been heading for Algam fort with those undead...*
===
"I like trees."
: "..."
===
((Making a check for general rumors, too. 1d20 + 6 = 16.))
"Did you hear about what happened in Guardiana?"
: "Not really. I've only heard something happened there...but beyond that, not terribly much."
"The kingdom's in chaos! There was a revolt by the army, then the queen decided to invade Alterone and the surrounding countries. It's Runefaust all over again!"
*Well that is something...Queen Anri of Guardiana invading Alterone? There has to be more to it than that.*
===
"I heard that there's this cult popping up everywhere. The Cult of Chaos or something... They worship this three evil deities called the 'Lords of Strife'. What loons! They say the Cult's secretly been restoring some of the ruined Iom fortresses. That can't be true. The army patrols surely would've heard about it."
*Cult of Chaos...I wonder...Why have they been restoring Iom's fortresses? Maybe...they're going to bring Iom back?! Regardless...It would seem they would have Prince Nick.*
===
"I hear there's a tinker village founded by the Shining warrior Kokichi and the famed Dr. Crock. It's called Mechanis... Mechalus... Mecanus? I don't know. Sounds like a cool place to visit, though."
*Maybe our gnome friend would know of that...*
===
"Hi, I'm Boken, the famed adventurer! I decided to come out of retirement for one last tour around the world, but it looks like my timing really needs work..."

Posted by: Aldur Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:24 pm
((Listen check:19+5=24.)) Amelios overhears a few snippets of conversation, and then watches as Faralon leaves. He frowns, wondering a few things, and then shrugs, heading back to the ship, leaning on the rail, humming to himself.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:36 pm
Isyndel is able to pinpoint the locations that the Shining Force under Prince Nick visited here three years ago, during the Iom/Cypress conflict. Faralon reports his findings and Yeesha asks for a consensus on where the next destination should be.

Posted by: Aldur Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:41 pm
"If the good prince was said to have headed further into Iom...then we should give chase, after all, I'm sure we'll at least find out where he's been, if not where he is." The Kyantol turned round from the rail, and walked up theothers, the wind blowing through his long locks of fabulous hair.
((XDXDXDXD))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:52 pm
"Yes, but WHERE? Where do we start? Algam fort? Iom Castle? Do we want to investigate them all on the way? Retrace the path of the Force?" Yeesha asks.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:13 pm
Damas remains silent for a while, his thoughts turning to Isyndel for a moment. *What a fool I am. She's probably too busy to even talk to me.* When Yeesha comes back, he snaps out of his daze. "Algam fort sounds like the most solid lead that we have, milady... However, Iom castle warrants a search as well."
Kethra turns around to face the young sorcerer, her eyes shimmering like crystals in the light. "You think we should investigate both of them, then?"
"That is correct. It seems like the most logical choice, but not exactly a time saver..." Damas crosses his arms over his chest.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:23 pm
Zook pipes up. "We know the Prince was headed further inland. I suggest we check the fort first, as it's nearer. Along the way, it might behoove us to look into finding Mechanis; if anyone has insight and tools we can use against our enemies, it would be them. We should also keep an eye out for this Cult of Chaos, as there's something peculiar about a religious sect revering "Strife Lords" when so much strife seems to be building."

Posted by: Rusty Sun Sep 25, 2005 10:33 pm
: "I'm sure they wouldn't stop at the fort, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to check that out. We should be on the watch for that woman...She's not far ahead, and if she can be an ally, I say we make her one. That 'big metal thing' in the water we've been hearing about...Well, at the very least we know it transports troops. There's no telling how big it is nor how many of them are in there...As for Prince Nick, at least we have a lead now. They may be taking him to Iom again...So we should leave for Algam fort quickly."

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Sep 25, 2005 11:18 pm
Cedric nods, "Let us be off as soon as possible."

Posted by: Cyrus Sun Sep 25, 2005 11:49 pm
"Cult of Chaos..." Castor whispers, letting the feeling of those words settle on his tongue. He didn't like it. Machines; intelligent, Ancient equipped undead...the last thing they needed was religious zealots. He knew how powerful a factor religion could...How dangerous a motivator it could be. And these 'Strife Lords'...who were they? Their timing was impeccable, even if they were merely minor deities. "The fact that they worship multiple gods suggests a larger group than your everyday cult. As for the Lords themselves...for all we know, Iom could be one of them." He shook his head as the thought crossed his mind. Can't start making assumptions like that. "We know too little. We should proceed carefully until we know more."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Sep 25, 2005 11:54 pm
"I agree..." Kyoji says. "Very well, then. We'll head for the old strongholds of Iom. First stop, Algam Fort!" Yeesha proclaims. It takes a week to traverse the plains near Demis. In that time, Zook manages to construct his first suit of SteamWarrior armor from the mangled remains of the robots the Force has fought. An eleven foot tall, seven foot wide vehicle for his diminutive frame, the gnome now zooms alongside the caravan thanks to powered wheels and stabilizing struts built into the suit's feet.
Finally, the volcanic faultlines of the Algam Plains lie around you. Night falls. It's very peaceful. The stars twinkle in the sky, while the moon illuminates the ground below.
Currently, it is Kyoji and Ryhir's turn on patrol. Everyone else is either sleeping or trying to get to sleep after a hearty meal.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Sep 26, 2005 12:19 am
Zook goes through his checklist before turning in. With everything in working order, the tinker takes a moment to admire ADAM's armor as moonlight gleams off it before heading off to bed.

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Sep 26, 2005 12:50 am
Ryhir takes his rounds, glad for the excuse to move about. As he takes a look about though, he notices movement in the darkness. Ryhir holds in check his urge to investigate, instead heading back to camp quickly. He notices Zook, and the elves still yet awake. He moves over to Zook. "I saw some movement outside the camp. I'm gonna go take a look. Let the others still awake know, and if it's trouble... you'll know soon enough. If not, I'll be back and let you all know what's up." Ryhir says with a small smile. With that, he heads back out to take a closer look.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Sep 26, 2005 12:53 am
Zook's face knits with concern as he goes to rouse Yeesha, Cedric, Castor, Brand, and the others silently. "Our night watch has detected something suspicious outside the camp..." Zook whispers to each, before heading back out into the moonlit night to make tenative preparations for battle.

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Sep 26, 2005 1:05 am
Ryhir takes a look around, but isn't able to find the source of movement he found before... Suddenly, he becomes aware of movement from behind him, and turns, and finds a ghoul there, risen from the grass. "WARE THE CAMP! GHOULS!" he cries, starts moving defensively back at the camp. He takes a closer look at the ghoul as he moves back, and cries out once more. "They're not normal ghouls! They're the same as those we fought on our first journey! Take special care!"
((Full Defense, dodge to the ghoul. AC 27 to that ghoul, AC 26 to any others that might jump me.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 26, 2005 1:32 am
A large force of twelve ghouls and fifty zombies surround the camp, the ghouls swiftly moving towards their prey while the zombies shuffle along, seeking to mob their targets. ((This is part one. Map is for part two. This combat is a bit more freeform. I'll let you decide where you are in relation to the undead, but they do surround the camp, and everyone is in the camp.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Sep 26, 2005 1:45 am
When Zook tried to awaken Yeesha, he recieved no answer. Examining her more closely, he found her to be under the grip of a-- "POISON!!!" Zook roared as he raced out of Yeesha's tent. "YEESHA HAS BEEN POISONED!!!"

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Sep 26, 2005 1:53 am
[Initiative: 8] Cedric stands in the center of the camp, to one side of the campfire. He points his hammer out at the outside of the camp, "Form a perimeter! Mages to the center!" He takes a step forward, pulling his hammer back, "Clerics! Call upon the divine to drive away these foul abominations!!!" He takes a deep breath, places a hand on the statue hanging around his neck and holds it to the sky, "Mitula! Great goddess grant us your power to repel these defilements of your creation!!!" The statue shines with a brilliant light.
[Turning Check: 13 + 5 = 18]
[Turning Damage: 1 + 3 + 2 (As 2nd lvl Cleric) + 5 (CHA) = 11]

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Sep 26, 2005 3:00 am
[Spot 10] Unable to discern more than the shapes and movement patterns in the dim light, Zook loaded and fired his rifle at a Ghoul. ((Attack 21 Damage 11))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Sep 26, 2005 4:20 am
*Faralon draws his bow as he exits his sleeping quarters.* : "Great...more ghouls..." *Faralon starts to sing, taking a step in the direction of Cedric.* : "Rise, my allies, rise!
Get out of bed! Hies!
Come, so no one dies!
Don't ignore our cries!"
((Inspire Courage and 5' step. Inspire Courage = +1 to attacks and damage rolls, and +1 to fear and charm spell effects. You know the drill.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Mon Sep 26, 2005 4:41 am
(Hit=11(d20)+5(BAB)+1(Masterwork)+3(STR)+1(bard)=21 Damage= 2+2(2d4)+4(STR1.5)+1(bard)=9 Dodge to the Ghoul I target) Van wakes upon hearing Faralon's song and wastes no time in grabbing his gear and rushing out of his tent. He attacks the nearest undead to him which is a ghoul.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Sep 26, 2005 5:33 am
((Initiative: 23 [19 + 4])) Damas awakens from his trance and slowly looks around. Hearing Ryhir's shout, he looks out into the area beyond the camp, his eyes narrowing. "Ghouls and zombies. That's just great..." The young elf wastes no time grabbing his gear and moving to the center of the camp near the fire where he figures he'll be safe for now. He begins to chant and weaves symbols in the air with his hands, then reaches into his pouch and pulls forth a vial of water. He blows on it, causing the vial to freeze and dematerialize. The air around one of the ghoul begins to grow cold and ice spikes impale it.
((Lesser Freeze
Damage: 14 [4 + 10]
If the ghouls rushed into melee, I'm sure they're within 35 feet))
-----
((Initiative: 22 [14 + 8]))
Kethra makes her way out of her tent with her gear and moves in to a position where she can move about and strike when she needs to. When the ghouls rush into camp, she watches as the others attack. Wanting to waste no time in taking them down, she engages the ghoul Damas had attacked with his spell.
((Attack: 16 [10 + 5 + 1]
Damage: 9 [6 + 2 + 1] if applicable))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Sep 26, 2005 6:12 am
((Not sure we need initiative against undead...but if we do here, I rolled a 17...+4 = 21.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Mon Sep 26, 2005 6:20 am
OOC: Doing the same as Rusty. Init is 13 for Van just in case.

Posted by: Aldur Mon Sep 26, 2005 2:06 pm
((Init: 10+1=11 Turn check: 13+3=16. Damage: 6+2+5+3=16 damage.)) Amelios rises groggily, and holds his holy symbol close as he sees the sheer number of abominations before. His eyes blaze in anger as he hears the gnome scream about Yeesha. (Listen check if needed: 15+6=21.) The kyantol holds his statue high in the, moving closer to the flames of the fire, illuminating his angry features. The statue begins to glow. "Thou must require respite from thy pitiful existence! Thou shalt have it! Ye who attack in this land of twilight, under the moon, canst thou meet my fury!?"

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Sep 26, 2005 2:59 pm
Thanks to the gnome's rousing shake, Brand is armed and waiting by the time the undead arrive. Zook's shout about poison, however, catches him off guard. "Clerics!" he roars, "If you or anyone have antivenom or spells againts poison, now's the time to use it! We can spare your strength against this foe long enough for you to save Yeesha!"
Grimacing, the birdman wades into battle, sword swinging in a glowing arc as he strikes first one, then a second zombie with crippling blows.
Attack 1(+1 head): 8 + 6(skill) + 1 (ench) + 1 (song) = 16
Damage 1: 6 + 2(str) + 2(song/ench) + 10 (orb) = 20 damage
Attack 2(spell head): 18 + 6(skill) + 1 (masterwork) + 1 (song) - = 26
Damage 2: 8 + 1(str) + 1(song) + 10 (orb) = 20 damage (again!)
If Brand can hit 3 or more additional zombies by unleashing a lightning bolt with the second attack, he will. Damage: 5 1 2 6 2 2 3 4 1 4
= 30 damage, ref save vs 15th level caster for half.

Posted by: Aldur Mon Sep 26, 2005 3:01 pm
((GO AURIK GO. >___> ))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Sep 26, 2005 7:51 pm
"Well lookie here," Ashathel said, mockingly, "our favorite creatures to hate, the foul undead!" "Say," he added, a brilliant beam of fire extending from his hand, "How do you feel about fire again? Good? Bad? So-so? Well, I guess I'll find out now, won't I..."
((Magic: Casting Energy Blade. I've now got a 3-foot fiery beam of energy that deals damage as a melee touch attack shooting out of my sword hand. It deals 1d8+2 damage and crits on 19-20 for double damage. I'm also considered proficient with it, so we'll pretend it's a rapier-shaped beam. Or something.
And, unless I'm mistaken, it bypasses any sort of armor these dudes may have (not that I expect these undead to be armored). And it ignores DR, the sexy thing...
== Spells ==
Lvl. 1: Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost, Acid Splash, Resistance
Lvl. 2: Orb of Electricity, Magic Missile
Lvl. 3: Energy Blade, Scorching Ray))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Sep 26, 2005 8:55 pm
((Sweet ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:05 pm
Thirteen zombies turn and flee at the display of divine fury unleashed by Amelios and Cedric. However, the pair feel oddly drained, as if that took more out of them than it should have. ((Each of your turning attempts cost two uses instead of one.))
Brand manages to slay nine of the undead wretches, two with his sword, and seven with a well placed lightning bolt.
Damas manages to freeze one of the ghouls solid, the undead shattering after the spell fades.
Kethra, left without a target, moves to attack the nearest other ghoul, which happens to be the one that Zook shot. The two attacks combined easily dispatch the monster.
Van's first attack wounds his foe, but when the beast advances, his second attack fells it.
((AoO killed it.))
Kethra finds herself under attack by a zombie and a ghoul. She easily evades the zombie's swipes, but stumbles right into the ghoul, who takes a bite out of her shoulder and gleefully begins to eat the flesh in front of Kethra.
((Miss. Hit! 6 damage and make a Fort save.))
Castor finds himself swarmed by two zombies and a ghoul, the undead encircling him as he rises from his tent. The mighty warrior easily evades the clumsy strikes of the zombies, but as with Kethra, the zombies only serve to set up the ghoul for an attack. The slavering jaws of the undead fasten onto Castor's neck, tearing at his flesh as blood spurts out. The main thing saving Castor is the thick neck muscles inherent to his species that protect the vital veins deeper in.
((Miss. Miss. Hit! 7 damage and make a Fort save.))
Merkass and Aurik are also attacked by two zombies and a ghoul, one 'team' for each of them. Merkass finds himself struck by the ghoul and the second zombie just as the same fate befalls Aurik, the claws and teeth of the undead biting into the pair.
((Miss, hit, hit. 12 points of damage to Merkass and make a Fort save. 13 points of damage to Aurik and make a Fort save.))
Moving through the night, Kyoji falls under attack by a pair of zombies, but easily evades their attacks.
Gabriel finds himself beset by two ghouls that swiftly move to flank him as he readies his sword. Luckily, his skill holds out and he parries both attacks.
Faralon is attacked by a single zombie as Rhizor is beset by a pair of the loathsome creatures. The bard's luck holds and he escapes unscathed, but Rhizor is not as lucky, taking a bite to the left wing.
((Miss. Miss. Hit! 6 damage to Rhizor.))
Another trio of zombies lurch toward Isyndel, but fail to land a single hit on the maiden mage.
A pair of zombies flank Van, the warrior dodging the first blow only to get caught by the second. Luckily, the wound barely breaks the skin.
((Miss. Hit! 3 damage.))
Another pair of zombies flanks Asathel, but the swashbuckler nimbly dodges both attacks.
Three zombies circle Damas, but only ones manages to land a hit, scoring a minor blow.
((Miss. Miss. Hit. 3 damage to Damas.))
Four zombies mob Amelios, tearing hungrily at the cleric despite the previous display of power. Two manage to scrape past his armor and wound him.
((2 hits. 8 total damage.))
The last three ghouls encircle and assault Zook and Cedric, but the pair manage to avoid each of the blows.
Next turn!
Current Foe Count:
Zombies: 26
Ghouls: 9

Posted by: FreedomJu Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:20 pm
(Move 5' away from zombie that hit Van and attack it. Hit=16(d20)+5(BAB)+1(Masterwork)+3(STR)+1(bard)=26 Damage= 1+1(2d4)+4(STR1.5)+1(bard)=7)

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:21 pm
Isyndel arose and entered the fray, ripping loose with a shining beam into the crowd of enemies before her. ((Initiative: 20 + 3 = 23 To Hit Roll: 8. Base Attack 2, Range 1, Dex 3, Bard Song 1 = 15 Damage Roll 4d6 = 5 6 3 5 = 19))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:39 pm
[Scavenge check: 15] Casting about, Zook finds a small glass vial. Working quickly, the gnome pours an ounce of powder from the horn into the vial, along with a tiny fragment of flint and steel. Hurling it at the ghouls surrounding him and the paladin, Zook frowns as he sees it flicker only briefly with brilliant green light, illuminating the undead.
((Attack roll 17+7+1=25
Damage roll: 1+2+1=4))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Sep 26, 2005 11:01 pm
"Fall back from the Zombies, and focus on the Ghouls!" Brand shouts, advancing towards Merkass and Auric and suiting words to action. "They are the greater threat!" ((I'm assuming I have to more more than 5' to hit the ghoul, so no second attack.))
Attack 1 (ench head): 14 + 6(skill) + 2(ench/song) = 22
Damage 1: 5 + 3(str) + 2 (ench/song) + 10 (orb) = 20...
Another 20 for damage?

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Sep 26, 2005 11:23 pm
((Fort Saves: SNAKE EYES! Merkass is out 3, Aurik is out 5. Have fun, guys. Maybe I can find time to get an RP post in. Long overdue level ups will be posted on my return home))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 27, 2005 12:03 am
Damas winces slightly when the zombie strikes him, but becomes angry when he sees that the small wound in his arm is leaking blood. "Stupid zombies..." The young mage takes a step back and begins to chant and weaves symbols in the air with his hands. Pulling a piece of cured leather from his pouch, he lays a hand on himself and speaks a final word of power.
((Casting on the Defensive
Concentration: 28 [19 + 9] success!
Mage armor cast.
Damas effectively has AC 19 for 5 hours ))
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((Fortitude Save: 20 [14 + 6] success))
Kethra winces slightly when the ghoul bites her and begins to chew on her flesh right before her eyes. "Why you-" The young monk slams both of her fists into the ghoul one right after the other, both attacks putting an end to its life once more.
((Flurry of Blows
Attack 1: 21 [16 + 4 + 1] hit
Damage: 10 [7 + 2 + 1]
Attack 2: 16 [11 + 4 + 1] hit
Damage: 6 [3 + 2 + 1]
Oh yeah, it's dead ))

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Sep 27, 2005 12:09 am
Castor stared at his hands. It was really the only thing he could do. He couldn't look at the anguished face of the mangled body before him. It was a trusted friend...A friend that trusted him. His hands, shaking with disbelief, were covered with blood, his blood. And the eyes. Red, pulsing eyes that towered above him. Judging eyes. And he ran. Ran into the secluded darkness of the woods. But the eyes, they followed him, piercing through the cover he so desperately sought. There was no escape from his judgment. There was no where to run.
And then he awoke.
Groggy and exhausted from the meager amount of fitful sleep he had gotten, he took his time preparing for the assault. As such, he was easily swarmed and bitten by the ravenous ghoul. Unlike the last time, he was able shrug off the paralysing effects, snorting at the undead's attempt. "Hate to disappoint you," the minotaur said, raising his axe, "But the same trick never works twice." He then brings the huge weapon down on his opponent's head, covering his neck against the ghoul should it lash out for it again.
[Belated LEVEL UP!
HP Increases by 9, to 55!
Con increases by 2, to 21(+5)!
Natural Armor increases by 1, to +4(22)!
Selfworth increases by 5, to 0!
Finally, some character development!]

Posted by: Twitch Tue Sep 27, 2005 2:52 am
(Attack roll: 1 ((feck you Trillian)) follow up: 16 No fail) Gabriel wound up to attack the zombie to his right, but as he stepped forward his foot dragged across a pack laid on the ground and he stumbled forward. Catching himself before falling to the ground he fell back into a defensive stance.
"That could have gone a lot better," he muttered to himself. "I hope no one else saw that"

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Sep 27, 2005 4:17 am
Ryhir quickly rushes the the aid of Aurik, hitting the Ghoul with a fietrce blow, hoping to draw attention from his helpless compatriot. ((Attack: 1d20(11) + 10 = 21 DAM: 1d8(7) + 5 = 12))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Sep 27, 2005 4:47 am
Cedric glares at the fresh corpses striving to strike him, anger flaring in his eyes, "Abominations!" He holds forth the statue once more, "Mitula! Great Goddess lend us your aid!!! Drive away these foul corruptions!" [Turning Check: 19 + 5 = 24]
[Turning Damage: 2 + 3 + 2 (As 2nd lvl Cleric) + 5 (CHA) = 12]

Posted by: Rusty Tue Sep 27, 2005 6:29 am
: "They come from the west; They come from the east! They strike at our nest; On our friends they feast!"
*Faralon heads in the direction of Merkass and Aurik. Stopping for a moment, he shoots an arrow at one of the attacking Ghouls.*
((Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 + 1 = 28. Hit!
Damage: 1d8 + 1 (STR) + 1 (bardic music) = 7.))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Sep 27, 2005 7:47 am
((Turning check 8+3=11. Turning damage: 2+1+5+3=11 damage.)) Amelios grimaced, wincing from the pain, and then looks at the zombies in front of him, his statuette blazing again.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Sep 27, 2005 6:11 pm
"Whoa, watch it!" Ashathel yelled, moving between his two prone allies and the mass of undead moving towards them. Swinging the blade clumsily, he barked "Back off; they're too good for you!" ((Attack: 1d20 + 3 (BAB) + 1 (Bardic) = 11 Damage: 1d8 + 2 (BAB) + 1 (Bardic) = 4
== Spells ==
Lvl. 1: Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost, Acid Splash, Resistance
Lvl. 2: Orb of Electricity, Magic Missile
Lvl. 3: Energy Blade, Scorching Ray))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 27, 2005 7:36 pm
As before, Cedric and Amelios manage to turn a large number of the foe, but they feel more drained than they should. ((11 zombies flee the battle/are destroyed, but each of you lose 2 turn attempts, not 1.)) Van manages to attack one of the zombies Zook damaged with his grenade, cutting off the undead's head with two strokes. ((AoO killed it again.))
Isyndel's spell burns one of the zombies to a crisp even as Brand manages to slice a Ghoul in half. Kethra manages to beat apart another ghoul as Ryhir manages to fell his ghoulish target, already wounded by Faralon's arrow.
Asathel manages to singe his target as Castor's axe slips from his grasp thanks to the blood on his hands. The weapon falls to the muddy ground as his opponent lashes out at him again.
((Critical failure. Sorry Cy. The Ghoul hit you, too, but you made the Fort save and only take 3 damage.))
Meanwhile, Kyoji shreds one of the zombies attacking him, twin swords working to slice apart the walking corpse.
The zombies, turn almost as one to the two targets that had failed to act this entire battle, swarming around Laika and Elias as the Ghouls focused their attention on Brand, Damas, and Amelios.
((That was some amazing luck... out of 12 attacks, one hit Laika and one hit Elias. 6 damage to Laika, 2 damage to Elias. And in a spectacular display of ineptitude, none of the ghouls hit. ))
Current Foe Count:
Zombies: 12
Ghouls: 7
Next turn!

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 27, 2005 7:56 pm
Damas takes another step back and begins weaving arcane symbols in the air with his hands while reciting an incantation in the ancient tongue. He then pulls a vial from his pouch and blows on it, causing it to freeze and dematerialize. The air around one of the ghouls before him becomes frigid and ice spikes stab into it. When the spell fades, the ghoul is dead again.
((Defensive casting
Concentration: 20 [11 + 9] success
Lesser Freeze
Damage: 15 [5 + 10]
Buh bye ghoul))
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Kethra smiles at Damas' display of power, frankly surprised at his ability to handle himself in battle. Regardless, the ghouls are still a threat so she moves towards and lays into the nearest ghoul with a fierce karate kick.
((Attack: 22 [16 + 5 + 1] hit
Damage: 10 [7 + 2 + 1]

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Sep 27, 2005 8:28 pm
Ryhir follows the ghouls as they turn en masse, and hits one of the ones ganging up on Amelios, strike what he hopes will be a cleaving blow. ((move into flanking position, and strike! Attack: 1d20(7) + 12 = 19 Dam: 1d8(6) + 5 = 11))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Sep 27, 2005 9:15 pm
Zook hops back a step before unloading his rifle into a Ghoul. ((5' step away from Ghoul, fire at it Attack roll 12+7 = 19 Damage 5+2+1=8))

Posted by: Twitch Tue Sep 27, 2005 9:35 pm
(Power Attack 3) (Attack: 6 +4 BAB -3 PA +5 STR + 1 ench + 1 bard = 14) (Damage: 2+4 +7 STR +6 PA +1 ench = 20) Gabe broke off from the 2 zombies he was engaging, and closed the gap between him and the closest Ghoul. His face was twisted into a visage of pure anger. When I find your master, and rest assured I will, you're getting off light compared to his fate... He silently brought his sword up and brought it down with so much force he thought for sure he would have cleaved it clean in two.

Posted by: Aldur Tue Sep 27, 2005 9:40 pm
((Turn check= 3+3=6. turn damage: 2+2+5+3=12 damage.)) Amelioa raises the holy symbol again, the glow seeming fainter than before. He panted a little as he was done, wondering what was taking it out of him so badly.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Sep 27, 2005 11:27 pm
[Turning Check: 9 + 5 = 14] [Turn Damage: 1 + 4 + 2 + 5 = 12] Cedric continues to hold the statue aloft, still shining with light.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Sep 28, 2005 12:31 am
Brand grins as the Ghouls swarmed towards him, waiting to meet them with a sudden glide and an upsweep of one blade. The first swing sunk into his enemy with a meaty thunk, but his reversal towards a second Ghoul was a trifle too quick, not hitting where the birdman expected and barely getting past the toughened and dried skin. It was enough, however, for the orb's magic to take effect, and electricity coursed through the undead monster with devestating effect.
Attack 1(+1 head): 15 + 6(skill) + 2(str) + 2(ench/song) = 25
Damage 1: 8 + 2(str) + 2(song/ench) + 10 (orb) = 22
Attack 2(spell head): 14 + 6(skill) + 1(str) + 2(masterwork/song) = 23
Damage 2: 1 + 1(str) + 1 (song) + 10 (orb) = 13
((By the way, TUM, since we're being interrupted overnight, I'm assuming our clerics haven't healed us from the last battle?))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed Sep 28, 2005 2:02 am
((We've had a week of downtime.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Sep 28, 2005 4:02 am
((Oh. Whups.)) As Brand swings his sword, he shouts back at the clerics, "Were you struck deaf? We can hold here. Help Yeesha!"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 28, 2005 4:06 am
((Vox got it. A week of travel time means you're all healed.)) Zook and Kethra's attacks combine to fell another ghoul as Dama's spell succeeds in slaying another. Brand kills one ghoul and wounds another enough for Ryhir to finish it as Gabriel cleaves another one of the undead in twain with his massive sword.
The undead seem unaffected by Amelio's waning light, but another six flee from the divinity pouring off Cedric.
Castor manages to pick up his axe and dodge the ghouls' attack, twirling around to bury the weapon in the undead's chest. The monster falls back with a sickening gurgle.
Kyoji, meanwhile, shreds the final zombie engaging him, and with a quick glance to the camp, moves off into the night.
The zombies flail weakly at the group, but fail to hit, as the ghoul manages only a glancing blow to Amelios.
((3 damage to Amelios.))
Current Foe Count:
Zombies: 5
Ghouls: 1
((Activating auto-battle: Chances of group finishing off enemies in next round: 92%. Probability acceptable for winning.))
The group manages to slay the rest of the undead without any problems.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Sep 28, 2005 4:06 am
((Edit: Post was useless. Didn't catch in time. Sorry))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Sep 28, 2005 4:39 am
"Amelios was beset by far too many to successfully escape, and Aurik has been paralyzed, I believe..." Damas wipes the blood away from his arm and makes his way towards Aurik and Merkass. "They should be alright in a minute or so. Amelios, I think you should go tend to Lady Yeesha. None of us can be of much help to her." The young mage turns to face Isyndel for a moment. ~"You're ok, right?"~ he asks in elven
Kethra walks up behind Damas, ignoring her own wound and peeks over his shoulder. ~"Why the sudden concern for Isyndel, hmm?"~ she asks in elven with a smirk.
~"Kethra, you're embarrassing me..."~ Damas murmurs, his cheeks turning red.
~"I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm."~ Kethra backs off and makes her way around to check on the others. "Where is Kyoji...?"
((See what the meddlesome rat has caused? ))

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Sep 28, 2005 4:48 am
Breathing heavily from exertion, Van went to clean his weapon from the various liquids and pieces of flesh stuck to it when he heard the sound of clanking armor. Deciding that cleaning his weapon could wait, he carefully moved to invistigate, trying not to make more noise than needed. What he found made him curse softly under his breath. Many enemies were on the move towards the group, and they were unaware. Van quickly retraced his steps while trying not to attract attention and made his way back to the group. Taking a deep breath, he bellowed a warning to the group. "TO ARMS! The enemy is almost here!"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed Sep 28, 2005 4:56 am
[Listen 20] Zook hears the clank of nonmechanical armor closing upon the camp; he calls to Cedric, "You've got some smite left in you, I hope?"

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Sep 28, 2005 4:59 am
Cedric had started towards Yeesha's tent but now turned, a fell expression on his face. "Curses...clever tactics for the undead." He pauses at the words of Zook and looks at the genius inventor, "I have not yet begun to smite."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:01 am
Zook pulls a face as he eases another magazine into his rifle with a click. Why are the religious so theatrical? he wonders as he approaches the sound.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:06 am
[Initiative: 17] Cedric looks back into the darkness, thrusting his hammer towards the appraoching enemy, "More undead appraoch, this time joined with defiled centaur knights and fallen elven archers. Two giants travel among them! Fighters to the forefront, archers and mages to the back. Quickly!" The Paladin strides forward and takes up a defensive position at the front of the camp, "Rhizor attend to Lady Yeesha!"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:08 am
Music: http://perso.club-internet.fr/beaugran/cd/sf1_ost/10%20-%20Battle%20on%20the%20Ship.mp3 And the force rushes to meet the new enemy in battle...

Posted by: Rusty Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:11 am
((We must make a new initiative roll... Initiative...14 + 4 = 18.)) *Faralon thinks for a moment, then raises his hand to get the group's attention.* : "No. We should all make haste. I remember learning briefly of this area before...We should advance and intercept them. Only then can we prevent them from reaching our camp and Lady Yeesha."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:16 am
New rules! TERRAIN: The deep green areas, as you've probably guessed, are woods. Those with ranged attacks cannot shoot past them, and you cannot have line of sight for ranged attacks or spells with them in the way. The lighter green areas are high grass, movement penalty of 5' here.
Lightest green is regular plains, no special mods.
The hills count as high ground if you move on them.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:54 am
Cedric looks out over the assorted evil host, his eyes narrowed as he holds forth his hammer, "Archers! Slay that sniper." He gestures to the left and right, "Form lines!" The Paladin then lowers his hammer and bends his head slightly, whispering words of prayer, "Mitula, grant me speed in this most difficult of times. Grant my feet wings that I might swiftly do they biding." From behind the group, towards the camp comes the sound of mighty hoofbeats yet nothing can be seen. "Carry me to thy enemies, that I might be the instrument of thy justice." The hoofbeats grow louder and slow, a flow glowing outline of a horse appearing trotting the path leading from the camp. As Cedric looks up, the faint outline steps to his side and fully materializes into a mighty warhorse.
[Summon Mount]

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed Sep 28, 2005 6:22 am
[Init: 17+3=20 Use Technological Device: 13+10+2 = 25] Upon seeing the force they were now to face, Zook doubled back to ADAM. Climbing into the machine, he turns a pair of handles 90 degrees, pulling them out to engage the salvaged power rig, which boiled the water (at something like 35% of its peak operation power capacity, Zook estimated) that powered ADAM's steam engine. Once it was running, torrents of steam flying from the ventilation capacitors at proper intervals, the tinker pushes and pulls at the pair of levers that govern the armor's movement to manipulate it onto the battlefield. Not wanting to compromise the armor in its first combat test, Zook stays behind the faultlines, taking the time to instead insert his arm into a control port corresponding to ADAM's minigun arm, managing to fire from this still-awkward configuration with moderate success at one of his ancestral enemies, the repugnant two-headed giant.
((I'm not moving from where I am on the map. Fire minigun at the giant
Attack: 14+7+4=25
Damage: 4+8+7 = 19))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Sep 28, 2005 6:32 am
((Initiative: 18 [14 + 4])) ~"Never a moment’s peace with you people..."~ Damas says sarcastically in elven. The young mage moves to the left to get a better line of sight on his foes. When he does, however, his ruby red eyes widen and he begins to wish that he hadn't. "This...sucks..." The young mage mutters something under his breath and begins to chant, weaving symbols in the air with his hands. A blue light glows within his palm as he holds forth his arm and opens his hand, two blue bolts of force fly towards the undead dwarf north of him and slam into it.
((20' move left
Magic Missile
Damage: 8 [2+1 + 4+1]))
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((Initiative: 17 [9 + 8]))
"So much for sleep," Kethra groans. Ignoring the wound in her shoulder, she moves forward with the other melee fighters, but stays a little bit behind them. Unable to close into melee with any of her foes yet, she drops into a defensive stance and carefully watches, ready to parry any blows that might come her way.
((30' move left, 5' up
Full Defense))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 28, 2005 6:42 am
(( My bad, but the "hobgoblin" icons are actually undead dwarves. Your enemies are undead dwarves, dark knights, dark priests, dark mages, dark elves, skeleton warriors, ghouls, two ettins, and a necromancer.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Sep 28, 2005 7:02 am
((Thanks for the heads up ^^))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Sep 28, 2005 7:36 am
((Bardic knowledge...18 + 6 = 24. Passed! Faralon still has his bow drawn, so...)) : "Actually, from the look of it...This area is...Ah! This is the same field that Deanna was ambushed in by Iom's forces! We should be careful...The ground doesn't look entirely stable."
*Faralon starts to sing to inspire courage into his allies as he fires an arrow at the dark elf, taking stepping to the right after doing so.*
((Inspire Courage: +1 to attack and damage rolls and to fear and charm stuffages.))
:
"Take up your swords, now...
Through their forces, plow!
We face undead...
Priests and Drow...
Go, engage our foes...
Ready your long bows!
Go stand firmly...
And be bold..."
((Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 + 1 (song) = 26. Hit!
Damage: 1d8 + 1 (STR) + 1 (song) = 7.
5' step to the right.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Sep 28, 2005 7:43 am
(INIT is 18, I'll get an action later)

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Sep 28, 2005 10:38 am
"It's always something, isn't it," Ashathel said, finally making his way free of the tall grass. Noting the distance of the enemy, he took off at a sprint. ((Move 55" (stupid grass cut the last five) to the spot four squares below the hobgoblin.
== Spells ==
Lvl. 1: Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost, Acid Splash, Resistance
Lvl. 2: Orb of Electricity, Magic Missile
Lvl. 3: Energy Blade, Scorching Ray))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Sep 28, 2005 1:57 pm
-Previous- The Wizardess blinked in surprise for a brief second at Damas' sudden concern for her well-being. She recovered quickly from her surprise and eyed him nearly evenly. "I am alive," she replied in elven, before adding "Thank you for asking."
-Current-
"The terrain here," she muttered to herself, perusing it quickly. "We must use it to our advantage against these odds. Perhaps we should consider advancing from both sides in two groups? Either way, do not make haste towards being foolish, everyone!" She moved forward a bit and began weaving magic before her once again, hoping to slow things down a bit.
((Move forward just enough to be within range to cast Web. It's worth a shot. Target whatever I can reach beyond the woods and those cliffs or whatnot in front in front of us - whatever's logical at this point for maximum effectiveness (as I still haven't found my PHB).))
((Rolls - Initiative 14 + 3 = 17
Checking to see if I can discern anything useful as well:
Knowledge: Geography = 11 + 3 = 14
Knowledge: Nature = 13 + 3 = 16
))
((Spells -
0 - Daze, Detect Magic, Resistance, Disrupt Undead
1 - Ray of Enfeeblement, Magic Missile x 3
2 - Acid Arrow, Scorching Ray x 2, Web
Used - Scorching Ray, Previous Magic Missile never happened. lol. ))

Posted by: Aldur Wed Sep 28, 2005 7:28 pm
(( Curing poison is a level 4 spell. So then...what am I meant to do? XD))

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Sep 28, 2005 7:33 pm
(Hit=17(d20)+5(BAB)+1(Masterwork)+3(STR)+1(bard)=27 Damage= 4+2(2d4)+4(STR1.5)+1(bard)=11 Moving to below the lower dwarf on the right side, leaving one space between Van and the enemy. Attacking that dwarf. If enemies provoke an AoO, Van will try to trip them.)

Posted by: Aldur Wed Sep 28, 2005 9:49 pm
"My friends! I leave this to you! Rhizor, you stay and help them. I Shall attend the Lady Yeesha." (( probably if it's me, as CM posts too indefinatly for this. >.> Amelios does that full retreat thing to get to yeesha, or as close as possible. if he makes it this turn...))
The Cleric pants as he arrives at the lady Yeesha's tent, flying through the flap, staring down at her. Quickly kneeling he looks her over, and tries to get her more comfortable, and begins scanning through his mind for something he could do that could help...He frowns studying her closely, trying to find the cause of the poison.
((Looking to see if he can stop/slow the poison and also find the where it came from. heal check: 13+12=25. That should tell me something...unless it's a magic thing. If he doesn;t make it...then he keeps going towards her.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Sep 29, 2005 1:21 am
((Edit... After the zombies, Brand recast lightning-bolt into his blade. How long was the delay in between fights?)) Brand turns to Cedric. "This host might prove to be our match." he says calmly. "Unless we fight intelligently. I remember how we struggled against even a few of these skeleton warriors."
"I'd recommend standing our ground, and making them come to us. If we charge, we'll be flanked by the ogres and their fighters, and easy prey for their archers and magi."
"I also think that Rhizor, Elias and myself might fly above their reach, and strike that lone spellcaster to their rear. I cannot think of any reason for him to be so far behind their main wave and so heavily defended within their formation, unless he is either bait for a trap, or critical to their plans. And I am willing to chance that he is a trap. What think you, Cedric?"

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 29, 2005 1:24 am
Cedric glances at Brand, "Your council is wise but I must disagree. Do not carry the battle to the spellcaster yet, first allow lines of battle to be formed then use your mobility to our advantage. Flank the enemy and strike the nearest mages and priests. Without their support, our allies should fare much better aganist these foes."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 29, 2005 1:42 am
((It took one round, and that was spent getting here, so you wouldn't have had time. Unless you wish to ignore Van's warning, recast it and start a turn later.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 29, 2005 1:44 am

QUOTE (TheUnknownMarine @ Thu Sep 29, 2005 1:42 am)
((It took one round, and that was spent getting here, so you wouldn't have had time. Unless you wish to ignore Van's warning, recast it and start a turn later.))

((Just cast it this round as I am with my mount.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Sep 29, 2005 2:17 am
Brand nods, and waits for the host to approach and attack them. As he does so, he grips one blade of his sword, and his hand glows for a moment with crackling power. ((Action, cast lighting bolt into my sword.))

Posted by: Cyrus Thu Sep 29, 2005 2:54 am
Castor examines the invasion force marching on their camp with a slow, dread certainty. Why the hell did I join up with these people again, Castor asked himself as the corpse of a Drawven warrior stared at him with eyes glazed over in death. Oh yeah...I needed a vacation. He moves to block the incoming warriors, raising his axe into a defensive stance to prepare for the coming onslaught.
[Move 5" north. Total defense, if possible with a 2-handed weapon.]

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 29, 2005 3:15 am
Ryhir takes the inititive, seeing as no one else seems to be making a move to directly engage the enemy, Ryhir takes a running leap across the ditch in front of him, and makes a guarded attack against the Skeleton on the other side. ((Init: 1d20(19) + 5 = 20
Jump: 1d20(11) + 3 + 4 - 2 = 16
Attack: 1d20(15) + 10 - 5 = 20
Dam: 1d8(8) + 5 = 13
AC: 25, 26 vs the skel in front of me))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Sep 29, 2005 3:55 am
Oh Lord, Ryhir... I count no fewer than 9 enemies that can move 20' or less and attack, or use a ranged attack. They'll surround you and kill you, and we can't get at you to help out. About the only nice thing is this'll draw them all in to you, so we can fireball your eviscated corpse and hit all 9.

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Sep 29, 2005 4:01 am
((I'm partly surrounded by terrain, which is why I did it. Yes, they will all gang up on me. Course, I was originally told the gap was 5 feet, easily jumpable back. Now, it's 10, a lot harder with no running start. =P I'll be ok though, no worries (I hope).))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Sep 29, 2005 5:00 am
Zook's attached minigun whirs to life and spits a brief but damaging burst of lead into the nearest Ettin, who roars in pain. Kyoji is nowhere to be seen, but the sound of someone leaping over pits and dashing through grass can be heard. Finally, the swift and stealthy warrior emerges to the side of one of the dark priests. Twin swords lash out to slash open the foul clergy's throat and chest. Gurgling weakly, the priest hits the ground.
((Hit, hit. 21 damage first attack, 31 damage second attack. Sudden strike for the win.))
Isyndel moves forward and casts a Web spell!
(( Anchor points: Woods and pit edge. White circle is web area. Ref saves: 2, 18,18,18,18,17, 19, 20. -_-))
But most of the monster seem unusually agile and dodge the sticky strands!
Ryhir attacks!
((8 damage to the Skeletal Warrior.))
However, Ryhir is mobbed by all the undead surpringly not affected by the web spell! In addition, the nearby archer sends and arrow his way!
((Miss, miss, miss, miss, miss. : P))
Luckily the web does manage to hamper their fighting, so the nimble fighter is able to dodge the blows against him.
A Skeletal Warrior moves through the Web unaffected and attacks Castor!
((Miss.))
And misses!
An Ettin lumbers forward, hurling a giant javelin at Gabriel.
((13+5= 18, hit! 9 damage to Gabriel!))
Kyoji is immediate set upon by the other Ettin, the nearby archer, and the ghoul. The ettin's and the archer's attacks both hit, but fail to deal fatal damage to the ninja, leaving him hurt, but alive.
((Hit, hit, miss. 12 damage total.))
An enemy archer's arrow whistles through the air to strike Isyndel in the stomach, digging perilously close to her gut.
((Hit! 7 damage to Isyndel.))
Van fails to trip his opponent as a pair of Skeletal Warriors and Dark Dwarves flank him and Asathel.
((20, 16! Two hits on Asathel for a total of 15 damage! 7, 17! Miss, hit! 8 damage to Van!))
Two more archers sight Brand and fire a pair of arrows into the birdman.
((21, 24. Hit, hit! 14 total damage to Brand!))
Another archer fires an arrow at Kethra that strikes right through her!
((Nat 20... Critical hit! 4x3= 12 damage to Kethra!))
An explosion rips through Kethra, Zook, Brand, Rhizor, and Cedric as a fireball detonates among them!
(( 18 fire damage. Reflex save DC: 15 for half.))
One of the enemy mages chants a spell and gestures at Kyoji, but the ninja shrugs it off.
((Charm Person cast. Will save successful: No effect.))
The final mage and the Necromancer both bring up magical suits of force to protect them.
((Mage armor cast on Dark Mage III and the Necromancer.))

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