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Posted by: Rusty Sun Oct 23, 2005 7:40 am
((TheUnknownMarine (1:37:34 AM): Well first off, you detonate the remaining trap TheUnknownMarine (1:37:41 AM): Castor and Zook take 15 damage. TheUnknownMarine (1:37:48 AM): Everyone else, roll a Ref save)) ((OnlineHost (1:38:02 AM): YsFanatic18 rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
YsFanatic18 (1:38:26 AM): 5 REF total....))
((OnlineHost (1:40:35 AM): RustySFC rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
RustySFC (1:40:37 AM): 12.
DC was 15. Ouch.))
((TheUnknownMarine (1:47:53 AM): You find the stairs down.))
((OnlineHost (1:49:01 AM): VoxPVoxD rolled 2 20-sided dice: 3 3
VoxPVoxD (1:49:25 AM): Zook makes a Search check best he can from behind Van (16), and Castor makes a spot (6)))
((OnlineHost (1:49:36 AM): RustySFC rolled 1 20-sided die: 5))
Van: "If I'm in front and I get taken out, well, it would be best if you have one of the potions, don't you agree?"
Faralon: "I suppose..."
((Van gives Faralon a CSW potion. Faralon wastes Resistance on himself, thinking there would be more traps.))
((OnlineHost (1:53:24 AM): YsFanatic18 rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Van's Spot check.))
*Zook's motion tracker starts beeping.*
((Listen check.
OnlineHost (1:54:28 AM): RustySFC rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
RustySFC (1:54:29 AM): 25.))
((OnlineHost (1:54:43 AM): YsFanatic18 rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
4))
((OnlineHost (1:54:59 AM): VoxPVoxD rolled 1 20-sided die: 8))
*The motion tracker shows a motion coming from up ahead, a range of 150', down the stairs.*
Zook raises a hand. "Forward, 50 yards. Motion detected." He looks up. "Down these stairs."
Faralon: "That's no good...Perhaps we should silently return and alert the others?"
Van's eyes narrow as he looks down the stairs. "That is a problem.... I can't fight and hold my lamp at the same time. Faralon's suggestion has merit."
Castor grunts from the back. "Do we have a means of detecting hostility?"
Faralon: "Kyoji, would you mind scouting ahead?"
"Very well," the ninja says, appearing and moving forward.
Zook giggles nervously. "Let's just sit tight a moment, shall we?"
Van: If we get into a fight... Van might need that light enchantment so he can see what he is fighting...
"A thought occurs to me, before I go," Kyoji says, turning. "Do you have a spare light spell?"
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Of course. Why do you ask?"
"Cast it on something you can lose, a stick or stone, and throw it in before me. If there is something down there, I'd rather be invisible," Kyoji explains. "But I need light to see."
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "That would make sense. I hope we can throw it far enough...Actually...Why don't I cast it on an arrow?" *Faralon smirks.*
Castor nods. "It's not every day a bard says something sensible."
Van snickers softly to himself.
Faralon: "But wouldn't that be a bit much? I suppose the light gives it away, too, however. We would have to be careful of our location after doing such a thing."
"What are you talking about?" Kyoji asks.
Zook's fingers twitch with impatience, but he says nothing.
Kyoji: "Just shoot the arrow."
Faralon: "Well, I don't want the enemy to track us back to where the rest of the group is resting. But...I suppose a glowing arrow is just as odd as a stone. Nevermind. It's a distraction, so it's meant this way."
*Faralon shakes his head as he casts the light spell on the arrow. He then aims for a good shot and fires it.*
((OnlineHost (2:06:41 AM): RustySFC rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
RustySFC (2:06:57 AM): That's a +8, I think.))
Kyoji disappears and walks down the stairs.
((OnlineHost (2:08:02 AM): TheUnknownMarine rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
OnlineHost (2:08:09 AM): TheUnknownMarine rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
First roll = move silently, second = opposed listen.))
In a moment Kyoji returns.
*Faralon whispers.* Faralon: "Well?"
Kyoji: "I scouted as far as I could using the arrow for light, and I have some disheartening news."
Zook raises his rifle reflexively, and Castor's grip on his axe tightens.
"I do not know what else is down there, but near the stairs is a large man... quite possibly undead, with a huge gun that crackles with lightning," Kyoji reports.
Zook gulps audibly.
((OnlineHost (2:12:03 AM): VoxPVoxD rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
Knowledge Ancients 23))
Faralon: "Ah, undead...my favorite." *Faralon sighs, sarcasticly.* Faralon: "I'm sorry the light didn't reach further, but we wouldn't be getting past him anyway..."
((VoxPVoxD (2:12:34 AM): (Kno Ancients 23 - Did Ancients enchant guns regularly?)
TheUnknownMarine (2:12:58 AM): ((Enchanted weapons did exist, but they were very, very rare.))))
Zook gulps again, his voice trembling as he whispers. "This doesn't bode well."
Faralon: "What troubles me most is that the enemy has yet to throw more resistance at us. Surely they would know that we have defeated the above army. They have to be stationary for some reason..."
"Perhaps they are guarding something... Or maybe they think fighting here will yield them a tactical advantage," Kyoji says.
Faralon: "Yes, I thought perhaps the latter reason was possible. Who knows how many more traps they've set up."
Castor mutters in a low voice. "I say we go back up, tell Yeesha and the others what we saw, and then make preparations from there."
Faralon: "Heh...It appears minotaurs can be sensible as well." *Faralon says, winking at Castor.* Faralon: "There's no reason to stay here any longer."

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 24, 2005 12:46 am
Stuffage from last thread to be editted in. ... Cedric nods at the information and the group gathers sources of light before entering the fortress. THE HEALERS HEAL EVERYONE BEFORE HAND.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Oct 24, 2005 12:48 am
((As requested...)) Damas casts a spell of light on Cedric. ((Ye good 'ol paladin shines like a torch for an hour))

Posted by: Aldur Mon Oct 24, 2005 1:06 am
Amelios smiles, his fabulous hair turning black and flaring up, his features slowly changing, an evil grin on his face, he shook his head and the group were caught up in the entangle spell. "You pitiful insects...you thought you could get this far without help? You all fail."
The cleric flares and transforms into the vandal Galm. His batlike wings spreading into the air, and he smiles somewhat boredly. After flying high into the air he rains down blast after blast of magic missile. Till eventually the Fort is rubble, and Nick's last hope dead.
Elise then appears and her and Galm Ballroom dance, revealing that they along with Bulzome are the Strife Lords. Who win the game.
JUST KIDDING!
**
Amelios uses his magical staff to help those who really need it.
((Ok if you really need healed...say I healed you. I'd assume lesser wounds could take the ward?))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Oct 24, 2005 1:18 am
Zook and Castor accept charges from Amelios's staff. ((Both are at full HP))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Oct 24, 2005 1:19 am
Damas also casts buffing spells in the form of mage armor on his allies. [Mage Armor cast 3 times Damas, Zook, and Cedric have +4 to AC for 6 hours] ((I really needed to go, and I have 4 uses left, so if anyone else really wants the bonus, let me know))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 24, 2005 2:28 am
((Mage Armor does not stack with my armor sadly, shall we assume that it is used on Kyoji instead?)) Made invisible by Faralon, Rhizor scouts our far ahead of the group with his brilliant bat senses. His armor shining in the darkness, Cedric leads the group through the dark fortress with only Kyoji before him, showing him the way. The others fan out behind him. The warriors Kethra, Ryhir, Gabriel, Laika, and Castor follow closely. Aurik steps slowly after them. The cleric Amelios leads the next segment of the group, shining with his own light. Faralon, Merkass, Isyndel, Damas, and Zook follow Amelios. Ashathel leads the weakened Lady Yeesha with this group, allowing her to lean on his shoulder should she stumble. Finally, Van and Brand bring up the rear of group, alerting watching for surprise flanking attacks from the shadows.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Oct 24, 2005 2:52 am
((Brand will accept a charge from that staff.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Mon Oct 24, 2005 2:58 am
OOC: Van gets a charge from the staff.

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 24, 2005 3:34 am
The moment Cedric clomps down the stairs, he is struck by a bolt of lightning. "I've been waiting for you..." rumbles a heavy, ponderous voice as Cedric sees a form outlined in crackling lightning. "Unfortunately, the Sound and the Silence could not make it. I was sent in their place. I am the Storm," the figure says. When the light of Cedric's armor falls upon the Storm, he is revealed to be a tall, imposing man completely cloaked in a trenchcoat and odd metallic armor.
[Spot 2 + 2 = 4]
[Intimidate 8 + 10 = 18]
Cedric pauses for a moment, staring into the darkness then laughs, "The Storm? A storm of darkness..." The Paladin's countenance shifts, a fell grin crossing his face, "A storm of darkness cannot...will not...stand before a storm of light. But I do not see a storm of darkness here...*" Cedric walks forward slowly, the light shining from him radiating through the room and slowly illuminating it, "You hide here, cowering in the darkness with your minions. A storm may bring darkness but it does not hide in it. You are no tempest, no storm... You are not worthy of the name." As he speaks, the power of the Goddess flows around Cedric and protects him.
[Divine Shield +5 AC / 3 Rounds]
[Steps forward 10ft, blocking sight of the door.]
(*It's true, with that spot he wouldn't.)

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 24, 2005 3:53 am
The Storm sighs as he begins to walk back into the darkness. "You talk more than the Sound, with almost as much preaching. Kill me then, if you can. My only request is that this time I get a better burial than floating in a chamber of seawater that used to be a defense bunker. Agree to that and I promise to destroy your remains instead of letting them be raised should I prove the victor here."
Boss theme: http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Vox/Tactics.mp3

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 24, 2005 4:13 am
*Faralon begins to sing, readying his bow with Serpentstongue arrows.* : "Fear not the dark, we've the light on our side! While things look stark; the Storm cowardly does hide!" ((Inspire Courage. +2 to Attack and Damage.
If we're doing Init, I've got 3 + 4 = 7. Tough it out.))

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Oct 24, 2005 4:48 am
Gods I hate fighting in the dark.... With that thought, Ryhir cracks a glowstick and starts out to find this mysterious Storm.... ((Going up and around the corner, sunrod casts a 30' radius IIRC. I'll end up 7 squares above the ninja, on full defense))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Oct 24, 2005 4:58 am
Castor moves west, keeping all his senses peeled in the event of attack. ((Move 30' west, full defense. Effective AC is currently 25, or 27 vs Evil))

Posted by: Nightmare Mon Oct 24, 2005 5:01 am
Mumbling his distaste for the current situation, Laika moved to the north lighting his gloves along the way and stopping next to Rhyir and gets into a defensive stance. He then turns is head towards the scout and whispers. "Let the fun begin."
((He's one space to the east of Rhyir, and on full defense.
And level up is on it's way))

Posted by: Century Mon Oct 24, 2005 8:43 am
(( Now would be a good time to post my level-up then... Elias reaches Level 6! Class: Spellsword HP+6 (39/39) Feat: Still Spell gained!
BAB +1!
Ability: Ignore Spell Failure – 10% gained!
Spells: 1st+1 2nd+1, Spell: Invisibility
5 Skill Points: Ride (1), Knowledge (Arcana) (2), Spellcraft (2)
Elias - Level 6 "Battlemage"
STR: 10 (+0)
DEX: 14 (+2)
CON: 14 (+2)
INT: 16 (+3)
WIS: 12 (+1)
CHA: 8 (-1)
Base Attack Bonus: +4 (F:2,W:1,S:1)
Saves:
Fort - +8 [(+6) + (+2)]
Ref - +3 [(+1) + (+2)]
Will - +6 [(+5) + (+1)]
Attack Bonus:
Melee - +6 (BAB [4] + Darkwood Shortspear [+1] + W-Focus[+1])
Ranged - +6 (BAB [4] + Dex Mod (+ range penalty) )
Diving - +9 (BAB [4] + Dive [+2] + D’wd S’Spear [+1] + High ground [+1] + W-Focus[+1])
Armour Class: 16 (13, +2 Dex, +1 Armour)
Damage: (Shortspear): 1d8 + 0, (1d8)x2 if receiving a charge.
Skills:
Balance - 1
Concentration - 8
Jump - 3
Knowledge (Arcana) - 8
Knowledge (Geography) - 4
Ride - 3
Spellcraft - 8
Spot - 2.5
Wilderness Lore - 1
Spells:
0th: Ray of Frost; detect Magic; Open/Close; Read Magic
1st: Mage Armour; Magic Missile; Lesser Blaze (x2)
2nd: Lesser Freeze (x2), Invisibility
And now for this:
Initiative: 8+6 = 14
Action later))

Posted by: Aldur Mon Oct 24, 2005 11:36 am
(( Init: 12+2)) Amelios moves cautious, his Light of Radiance disheartening any undead that might be found in his 30ft glow. He quickly tries to heal the damage from the Lightning bolt to the Paladin. (( CMW. 5+3+8 = 16 hp healed. dropped brambles.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Oct 24, 2005 1:37 pm
[Damas' Initiative: 11 + 4 = 15. Pfeh] Damas curses at his inability to see much of anything, and thus be of much use to the party. Seeing only one useful course of action, he lays his hand on the monk in front of him and begins to chant in the language of magic. Though it can not be seen, and invisible field of force now surrounds Kethra.
[Mage Armor cast on Kethra. She now has +4 to AC]
<>
[Kethra's Initiative: 5 + 8 = 13. Blarg]
"I don't know what you did Damas, but thank you." Kethra moves forward with Castor cautiously, staying on the defensive and keeping her eyes peeled for any threats or sudden attacks.
[Move 50' west, Full Defense]
((If I am not mistaken, shouldn't those of us with low light vision be able to see past the light for a certain distance?))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Oct 24, 2005 4:11 pm
(( Use this instead. If the area is greyed, you can't see it without either low-light or darkvision. These areas will be moving with Cedric, mind you. Merkass is going to search the area for traps with his action.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Oct 24, 2005 7:59 pm
((Zook will do the same. Search in his area and points immediately south. Search check: 13 + 13 = 26 Marine, make more checks at your discretion. I won't be on until late tonight.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Oct 24, 2005 10:15 pm
((5 + 7 = 12 init 1d20 + 11 = 22 search 1d20 + 9 = 26 DD)) *The creatures in this castle would not use such an open room without some sort of advantage beyond the darkness. It could be easily overcome. Carelessness, however, could not. Wasting no time, Merkass sweeps out as much of an area as he can, looking for any traps his allies may accidentally set off.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 24, 2005 11:04 pm
As Kethra proceeds through the gloom, she hears the sudden swish of air that indicates a blow headed her way and ducks to the side, barely missing a huge, misshappen gray claw as a massive gray skinned beast with decaying skin emerges from the shadows. The beast swipes again as more light falls on it, but it misses once more. Then Kethra feels her hair stand on end and a tingling sensation right before a blast of crackling electricity streaks through the darkness and slams into her, temporarily illuminating the Storm's figure, back in the darkness, and the area of dungeon it streaks through. Kethra can see more outlines move toward her in the darkness...
((Kethra takes 25 electricity damage.))
Kyoji suddenly appears behind the beast, flanking it with Kethra and jamming his ninja-to into the creature's back... to little effect.
((Hit, 3 damage. : P ))
The same happens for Ryhir as he manages to barely avoid a claw headed his way. However, as the creature lunges again, it manages a very lucky strike that tears into Ryhir, deeply.
((Nat20... Confirming crit... nat 20. Confirming critical crit... 30. Confirmed. Ryhir takes 42 points of damage.))
More of the huge undead beasts move into the light, fangs and claws glistening unwholesomely...
Zook and Merkass do not find any traps.

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Oct 24, 2005 11:27 pm
"Arrrggg!" cries Ryhir, as his visions swims and goes black for a moment. Taking a few steps back Ryhir pulls out a potion of Cure Serious Wounds, and drains it. Feeling once more refreshed, Ryhir braces himself for further attacks. ((5 foot step back, guzzle potion.
Potion: 3d8(18) + 5 = 23 points healed
Then, Full defense FTW, dodge to creature
Sidenote: OW))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Oct 25, 2005 12:44 am
~"Oh bloody hell,"~ Damas murmurs in elven. The young mage repeats the words and gestures he knows so well, three blue bolts of force flying towards one of the gray renders and smashing into it. [Magic Missile cast on the Gray Render SW of Kethra.
Damage: 3 + 1 + 4 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 11]
<>
Kethra gasps in pain, the electricity messing around with her bodies' natural functions. She withdraws from the gray render to "fill in" the gaping hole that could lead to the creatures getting to the back liners not only to protect them, but to keep from getting flanked. Hoping her allies will do that same thing, stays on the defensive and waits for them to come to her, and also prays for a little healing.
[Move SE 10', E 10' and go on Full Defense. Tactics wise, I believe holding the line is a smart move. We can't afford to get flanked by these things O_o]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Oct 25, 2005 3:49 am
((My only post of the night; Ashathel moves five squares south, one square west, and casts Lesser Orb of Electricity on the big bad gray beast. Touch Attack: 1d20 + 4(BAB) + 4(DEX) = 22 Damage: 2d8 = 10 == Spells == 0: Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost
1: Lesser Orb of Electricity
2: Energy Blade, Scorching Ray))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:18 am
((Quick question before I go to bed tonight. Will withdrawing and going on Full Defense provoke an AOO? If so, she'll just withdraw and use Dodge if that does not count as and "action"))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:19 am
: "Gray Renders - six! They look to be undead! May our strikes mix, as we boldly do tread!" *Faralon steps down, past the pillar, to get a clear shot at one of the Gray Renders. He fires a Serpentstongue arrow - it strikes true, striking into the flesh of the beast.*
((Roll to hit...1d20 + 9 + 2 = 29. Hit!
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 = 7.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:50 am

QUOTE (Dark Maiden @ Mon Oct 24, 2005 11:18 pm)
((Quick question before I go to bed tonight. Will withdrawing and going on Full Defense provoke an AOO? If so, she'll just withdraw and use Dodge if that does not count as and "action"))

((I think any move action out of a threatened area besides a 5' step provokes an AoO, but I'm not sure.))
Zook inches his way west, making some small effort not to be heard as he scans for traps.
((31 Search 11 Move Silently. Move west as far as possible to stil; reliably search for traps.))
Castor's heart welled up with primal fear at the sight of these pale monstrosities, but he managed to fight it down. [Fear check passed]
Roaring with fury, in part at seeing the damage caused and in part to help supress his latent terror, Castor raised his axe and charged into the beat engaging Kethra, sinking first blade then horn into the monster's hide.
((Charge!!
Axe Attack
Attack: 3 + 4 + 15 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 27 Hit!
Damage: 2 + 15 + 1 + 2 = 19
Gore Attack
Attack: 15 + 15 + 4 + 2 - 5 = 31 Hit!
Damage: 8 + 7 + 15 + 2 = 32
Total damage dealt: 19 + 32 = 51 damage.
Fear is the mindkiller, my ass.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:55 am
(Uh, move Van to the spot SE of Laika. Should be 10 spaces, and Dodge to the nearest monster.)

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:22 am

CODE
Withdraw Withdrawing from melee combat is a full-round action. When you withdraw, you can move up to double your speed. The square you start out in is not considered threatened by any opponent you can see, and therefore visible enemies do not get attacks of opportunity against you when you move from that square. (Invisible enemies still get attacks of opportunity against you, and you can’t withdraw from combat if you’re blinded.) You can’t take a 5-foot step during the same round in which you withdraw.
If, during the process of withdrawing, you move out of a threatened square (other than the one you started in), enemies get attacks of opportunity as normal.
You may not withdraw using a form of movement for which you don’t have a listed speed.
Note that despite the name of this action, you don’t actually have to leave combat entirely.
Restricted Withdraw: If you are limited to taking only a standard action each round you can withdraw as a standard action. In this case, you may move up to your speed (rather than up to double your speed).

Cedric moves towards Castor holding his hammer defensively.
[Move one square south of Castor]
[Full Defense]

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Oct 25, 2005 6:39 am
Not backing down to the giant undead monstrosity, Laika lets lose but does very little. ((Attack Claw1: d20+9+ 2 (song) = 8 + 11 = 19 Claw2: d20+9+ 2 (song) = 6 + 11 = 17 Bite: d20 + 4 + 2 (song) = 5 + 6 = 11
Damage
Claw1: d8 + d6(fire) + 5 + 2(song) = 8 + 5 + 7 = 20
Claw2: d8 + d6(fire) + 5 + 2(song) = 2 + 3 + 7 = 12 (doubt this one even hit))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Oct 25, 2005 7:39 am
Amelios strides forwards, holy symbol held high as he hears that the Grey renders are undead. The Holy symbol shines in the darkness, illuminating the holy zeal in the Cleric's eyes as he chuckles loudly in the darkness. "Undead they be? Abominations...it is time to rest once more. Obey my calling and...DISAPPEAR!"
The Cleric pointed his statue of Mitula high into the air, the holy light flaring as the power to turn the undead flowed through him.
((18+2 (synergy) +3 (CHA mod) =23 on the Turn check.
HD: 4+3+6+3=16HD of Undead turned.
I've moved him so that he can get the two near Kyoji and Kethra, and as well as the ones near Laika. Basically, I want the five. And Perferably moving into that little narrow bit near the wall and that support pillar? Diagonally up left to Rhizor. If I can't turn those five from there...then move me where I can.))

Posted by: Century Tue Oct 25, 2005 12:45 pm
(( Can someone link me to an online dice roller so I don't have to go home every time I want to roll a die? -_- Cheers ^_^ ))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Oct 25, 2005 2:23 pm
(( http://www.wizards.com/dnd/dice/dice.htm ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Oct 25, 2005 7:44 pm
((Kyo, drinking a potion is your standard action, you can't FD too.)) Ryhir steps back, and drinks his potion, leaving himself open for an opportunistic strike by the monster in front of him. ((10' reach AoO. 8+16= 24 hit? 16 damage.)) As Kethra retreats, she leaves herself open for one of the two Renders to strike at her with deadly force. True to their names, the beast's claws rend through Kethra's flesh, sending her to her knees.
((13+16= 29. Hit.. 22 points of damage to Kethra. Withdrawing daved you from the AoO of one, but not the other, as they have reach.))
Asathel strikes the same beast Damas did with his electrity orb, the undead creature growling slightly at the impact. Faralon's arrow strikes the same target, slicing off a bit of flesh.
Zook does not find any traps, and Castor barrels into the Render that was wounded by everyone's attacks, damaging it even further and tearing great gashes into it. Unfortunately, the reckless assault leaves him open for a heavy hit by his target.
((10' reach AoO. 18+16= 34. Hit! 17 damage to Castor.))
Both of Laika's claws hit and he tears out great chunks of flesh from the beast.
Aldur feels the glory of the gods flow through him, but this has no effect on the lurching monstrosities before him.
((Turning took two turn attempts. Turning check failed.))
Kyoji slashes at the undead beast before him, but does little. Then he uses his ring to vanish.
((Hit, hit. 12 total damage, courtesy of AIM SuckDice™ technology.))
Gabriel rushes forward to aid Castor, turning and attacking the same beast Kyoji just slashed. Gabriel's huge sword tears open a great gash in the beast's side.
((Power attack 5. 18. Hit! 27 points of damage.))
Yeesha moves forward with a grim look on her face and the area around the two Gray Renders engaging Castor, Gabriel and Kyoji suddenly begins to reek of ozone. The hair on the back of everyone's neck stands up as lightning bolts lance from the ceiling and ground to electrocute the two enemies.
((Yeesha casts Bolt Level 1! Gray Renders 1 and 3 each take 28 damage.))
To the north, the two Gray Renders there lay into Laika and Ryhir with a vengeance.
((Nat 20, autohit, no crit on Ryhir. 26, hit? on Laika. 17 damage to Ryhir, 19 damage to Laika.))
Aurik moves forward and activates a Healing Ward. Everyone in the group feels refreshed.
((12 HP healed to everyone.))
Merkass moves up and shoots the Gray Render that Castor charged.
((Nat20. Undead, can't crit. 12-5= 7 damage +6 fire= 13 damage total and on fire.))
The arrow strikes home, covering the undead beast in flaming oil.
Brand moves up and slashes at at Gray Render attacking Ryhir.
((Hit. 13 damage total.))
((AI used for Gabe and Brand this round.))
Next round!!!
((Map will be up once someone logs on that can host it.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Oct 25, 2005 8:02 pm
((I'll post my action when I get home and when the map is posted)

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Oct 25, 2005 8:04 pm
Laika whimpers slightly from the pain, but lashes back with his own assault in retaliation to the render, aiming at anything that looks like it could set him on fire. ((Attack Claw1: d20+9+ 2 (song) = 18 + 11 = 29 Claw2: d20+9+ 2 (song) = 8 + 11 = 19
Bite: d20 + 4 + 2 (song) = 19 + 6 = 25
Damage
Claw1: d8 + d6(fire) + 5 + 2(song) = 8 + 1 + 7 = 16
Claw2: d8 + d6(fire) + 5 + 2(song) = 2 + 5 + 7 = 14
Bite: d6 + 2 + 2 (song) = 3 + 4 = 7
37 damage total.
PS. Laika's AC is 21))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 25, 2005 8:42 pm
Castor shakes putrid viscera from his horns, and crouches low to gore the render again, but the sight of gaping, rotting, desecrated flesh instigates a torrent of nausea and anxiety in the hardened warrior, and it takes all his will to keep from fleeing the spot or retching his guts at the monster's feet.
[Fear check failed]
((Holding Zook's action until the map is up.))

Posted by: Twitch Tue Oct 25, 2005 9:48 pm
((Little late, but Gabe is now Barb 4 / Fighter 1, gains +2 Knowledge nature, +1 to Jump, rage 2/day +1 BAB, +1 Fort, +13 HP)) "I don't know which smells worse their insides, or their outsides!" Gabe yelled over the din of the battle and slashed at his target again.
((Power Attack 5, Anyone can hit those rolls for me if they like, I'm short on time, if it's down before my turn, just shift to most reasonable target.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Oct 25, 2005 10:44 pm

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Oct 26, 2005 12:01 am
"Form a line, let them bottleneck and then the mages can rain destruction upon them!" Cedric holds his hammer forward and whispers a swift prayer, "Mitula, renew thy protection." He then moves forward. [Divine Protection - +5 AC, 3 rounds] [Move forward(west) 3 squares]

Posted by: Kyosokun Wed Oct 26, 2005 12:49 am
Once again, Ryhir feels the bite of the enemy. Ryhir grits his teeth, and gives a shout, and takes another few steps, foward this time, and attempts to cut deep into the monsters hide. ((Fighting defensively (Lets hope it helps ~_~) -5attack, +5AC, AC 25 total
Attack1: 12 + 12 - 2 - 5 = 17 hit
Dam: 1d8(7) + 5 = 12
Attack2: 9 + same = 14 miss))

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:22 am
*Rhizor moves downward to see around the pillar, and seeing 3 of the beasts grouped together, gets an idea. The ceiling seemed quite low, and since the one was in flames, wondered if it would like some ice... even if it would hurtle it upwards at the stone above. Drawing from natural components of all around him - the stone in the building, the vegetable matter in cloth fibers, etc... the ground between and under the three renders freezes and builds up quickly beneath them, leaving them little time to move, as a pillar of ice is generated up to the ceiling.*
((Rhizor casts column of ice. Center it on the intersection of the four squares between the 3 gray renders to the left of the pillar. This should catch them all and avoid allies (just perfectly, too).
The gray renders are entitled to a ridiculous reflex save for the spell, which should be ~DC 20 (at least 24 WIS, and level 3 spell).
They take 4d6 damage if smashed against the ceiling
4d6 = 5 + 6 + 2 + 6 = 19 damage
I'd assume they'd be pinned, and obviously they'd take falling damage if they come back down))
*Looking to get a better vantage point of the field to the north, Merkass moves down around Yeesha, and draws 2 serpentsongue arrows. These creatures may have absorbed some of the shock of the dragonsbreath arrow, but these should catch their rotting flesh more easily. Quickly firing both arrows at the render engaging Laika, both implant themselves in its large body.*
((Rapid shot to the lowest gray render in the north part of the battle
2d20 + 11 + 2 (undead) + 2 (song) - 4 (in melee)
17 + stuff
12 + stuff
Hit hit
2d8 + 5 + 2 (song)
6 + 7
1 + 7
= 21 damage (s/p, so non-negated by DR) ))
*As much as he would like to repay the favor to those who had robbed Amelios of his sight, Aurik had larger, more important matters to attend to. Kethra had been severely injured, and wasting no time, Aurik moves to remedy her wounds. Converting some of his prepared spell energies into healing power, Aurik's right hand begins to glow, and he speaks to Kethra as he reaches out to her.*
: It will hurt for only a little while longer, child of the light.
((Drop Blindness/Deafness for CSW.
3d8 + 6 = 4 + 8 + 1 + 6 = 19 HP healed
Adding Healing Kicker (Sanctuary)
Spells Remaining
{0: Detect Magic x2, Light, Purify Food and Drink, Read Magic}
{1: Endure Elements, Shield of Faith; D: Endure Elements}
{2: Consecrate, D: Heat Metal}
{3: D: Searing Light}))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:36 am
*Faralon zips two Serpentstongue arrows at the same Gray Render, still singing his bardly song.* : "Fight back; yes, strike! Take down these undead freaks! The nervous tyke - a challenge this 'Storm' seeks!" ((Rapid Shot on the same Gray Render.
Roll to hit...1d20 + 9 - 2 + 2 = 25. Hit!
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 = 11!
Roll to hit...1d20 + 9 - 2 + 2 = 17. Hit?
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 = 8.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:48 am
Damas surveys what he can see of the battle field, and the young elf starts curses their bad luck in elven. ~"Damnit! I can't do anything with the others in the way. I sure hope they listen to Cedric, or I'm going to be useless."~ He moves over near where Yeesha is and repeats the chants and gestures to unleash one of the spells he is a bit more familiar with. The air around the targeted gray render becomes frigidly cold as ice spikes stab into its body.
[Moving into the space below Yeesha and casting Lesser Freeze on the gray render Kyoji, Gabriel, and Castor are engaging.
Damage: 1 + 12 = 13]
<>
Kethra staggers as the render strikes her and sinks down to her knees. Blood pours from her body, her vision blurs, her world spins, and her body is wracked with pain. After Aurik's healing she moves to the gray render Kyoji, Castor, and Gabriel are after, and strikes out at it. Seeing that her attack does little, she starts muttering something in elven, probably curses.
[Attack: 20 + 6 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 30. Hit
Damage: 3 + 2 + 2 (song) - 5 (DR) = 2. Meh
Dodge to that mofo too]

Posted by: Century Wed Oct 26, 2005 10:38 am
(( I assume that I'm in this battle, even though my icon isn't there... Or have I died/disappeared into oblivion without realising it? And cheers for the link, Aldur ^_^ )) ~Elias hops behind Damas, realising that, for now, Spellcraft would be the best way to counteract this threat. His feathers quivering with the release of energy, fiery orbs leave his twitching talons and strike unerringly at one of the horrific creatures~
(( Move to the square to the right of Damas. Magic Missile at the same one Damas went for, if it's not dead already, or one of the two nearby if it is....
Damage: 2+1 + 2+1 = 6
))

Posted by: Aldur Wed Oct 26, 2005 2:18 pm
Amelios looks at the orders Cedric had given and nods. It seemed a good plan and he stood fast where he was, a fanatical grin on his face. He spoke in a booming voice, sparkles of light dancing round his fingers as he does so, and pokes at the Creature that Laika Attacked.
"Oh Great Merciful Goddess...These Vile Abominations doth seek to impede thy servant from his holy task! They serve the vile Chaos Cult who would bring all to ruin! Indeed, I ask it of thee to rain down punishment! Foul Creature....Fear the Wrath of the Goddess!"
The Render attacked by Laika felt a stunning Spiritual blow.
(( Ah undead...for every advantage...there's a disadvantage. Deific Vengeance. 1d6 per caster level. Will save halves the damage...not sure about the DC for it or anything..I've still not learnt everything it seems. Anyway.
6+1+5+5+4+3 = 24 damage. ))

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Oct 27, 2005 12:43 am
((Isyndel moves to the south west and casts "Magic missle" at the render tot he south west of Laika. If that one's dead, she fires them at the one to the east of Castor. three orbs: d4 + 1 = 1 + 1 = 2 d4 + 1 = 3 + 1 = 4 d4 + 1 = 3 + 1 = 4
10 damage total
I think that's right. if not, then edit apropriatley.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 27, 2005 12:57 am
Brand lashes out with his mighty dual blade, spinning it to attack. As the bottom blade strikes, it flashes with light and unleashes a bolt of lightning into the two Renders before the birdman. [Attack (+1): 19 + 6 + 1 + 2 = 27] [Damage: 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 10 = 21]
[Attack (Spell Head): 9 + 6 + 1 + 2 = 18]
[Damage: 1 + 1 + 2 + 10 = 14]
[Lightning Bolt Damage: 1 + 3 + 4 + 6 + 5 + 6 + 5 + 6 + 4 + 2 = 42]
[Reflex Save DC vs 15th lvl caster for half]

Posted by: Cyrus Thu Oct 27, 2005 1:05 am
Castor attempts to follow the paladin's orders, but stops short as spasms of terror fills his body once more. The beasts, large as they are, seem even more hulking and ferocious, ribbons of decayed flesh and dried blood from adventuars past hanging off their sword-edged teeth and claws, and the long corridors seem to rush and close in on him, hiding even more horrible monstrosities waiting to rip and tear his body apart. He tries to steel himself against his thoughts, but the most he can do is keep from screaming at the sight.
[Failed fear check. Boy howdy.]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Oct 27, 2005 2:34 am
Laika's assault tears into the Render, ripping apart a good bit of its flesh and exposing glistening bone in some places. The taste of meat is foul and rotten in Laika's mouth, though. Gabriel's sword cleaves through one of the beasts thighs and it kneels down, having to use one of its massive arms to stabilize itself. ((Hit. 22 damage.))
Ryhir slashes at the beast, scoring a minor hit and managing to evade the counterattack.
((Miss from Render.))
Merkass' arrows wound the Dead Render engaging Laika further as Faralon's arrows finally slay his target with one last chilling howl of defiance.
As Kethra approaches the beast, she leaves herself open for an attack, huge claws swiping at her.
((Hit. 22 damage to Kethra.))
Elias' spell slams into its target, causing the Dead Render to roar in outrage.
Amelios moves forward, heedlessly ignoring the long reach of the foe, and paying for it when a skeletal claw lacerates his side.
((Hit. Miss. 16 damage to Amelios from AoO.))
Even with the injury, the cleric manages to press on and bright the wrath of the Merciful One to bear upon the Dead Render. It howls in pain as its left arm is burned off by the holy light.
Isyndel's spell digs into the flesh of her target, but the beast is far from dead.
Brand's lightning bolt finishes off the Render in front of him, causing the corpse to burst into flames, and continues on to damage the second.
Kyoji slashes, but misses, cursing as he fades from sight again.
((1 and 6. Curse you AIM.))
And finally, Rhizor's spell smashes the remaining Renders in its area against the ceiling, leaving them 10' off the ground, unable to move.
The Renders to the north advance, two swiping at Amelios, growling at the aura of light still emanating from the cleric.
((Hit, hit. 35 damage total to Amelios. +16 from that earlier AoO and he's down 51 HP... I think he's dead.))
Another lightning bolt lances out from the shadows, this time striking Yeesha, who screams as electricity courses through her body, being fried by her own elemental specialty. The blast of lightning also touches Cedric and nearly hits Merkass and Aurik, but they manage to jump out of the way.
((Ref saves: Fail, Success, Success. 30 damage to Yeesha and Cedric. None to Aurik and Merkass.))
Next round!

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Oct 27, 2005 3:39 am
Laika continues to lay into the Renders as he gets surrounded. ((Attack Claw1: d20 + 9 + 2 (song) - 4 (pa) = 9 + 7 = 16 Claw2: d20 + 9 + 2 (song) - 4 (pa) = 14 + 7 = 21 Bite: d20 + 4 + 2 (song) - 4 (pa) = 5 + 2 = 7
Damage
Claw1: d8 + d6(fire) + 5 + 2(song) + 4 (pa) = 1 + 2 + 11 = 14
Claw2: d8 + d6(fire) + 5 + 2(song) + 4 (pa) = 6 + 3 + 11 = 20
34 damage total
Attacking the render the most damaged. And if it dies r is dead attack the other one [obviously]))

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Oct 27, 2005 3:45 am
Ryhir continues his guarded assault, having seen how deadly they can be. Enough have fallen already, I must stand hard, no matter the cost. With that thought, he stes forward again, his weapons dancing and flicking cuts all over the deathy beast.
((MAX CHEESE POWER ACTIVATE! Combat Expertise 5, fighting defensively, for an AC 29 again the render.... Hopefully that will keep me standing
attack1: 17 + 12 - 9 - 2 = 18 Hit!
Dam: 1d8(7) + 5 = 12
Attack2: 1d20(20!)
Dam: 1d6(4) + 5 = 9))

Posted by: FreedomJu Thu Oct 27, 2005 4:19 am
(Van moves 1 space to stand over the body of Amelios and Powert Attacks to the only Render in Van's range. Hit=5(d20)+6(BAB)+1(Masterwork)+3(STR)+2(bard)-PowerAttack6=11 Hit=19(d20)+1(BAB)+1(Masterwork)+3(STR)+2(bard)-PowerAttack6=20 Damage= 4+2(2d4)+4(STR1.5)+2(bard)+12(Power Attack)=23
Damage= 4+3(2d4)+4(STR1.5)+2(bard)+12(Power Attack)=25)
Biting back a curse as Amelios fell to the undead beast's claws, Van quickly moves over the cleric's dead body and attacks the Render that used to be right next to him. His first blow was hurried and clearly missed, but the second attack was a good, solid hit.

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Oct 27, 2005 4:31 am
*The battle to the North seemed to be going grimly. A comrade had just fallen under the brutish strength of these undead beasts, and his remaining allies appeared to be cornered. Just as the lightning bolt had streaked out from the darkness, Merkass had caught that it had come from the darkness past Cedric. Warning the others that some sort of spellcaster might be that way, Merkass moves up around Yeesha and quickly fires 2 serpentstongue arrows at the Gray Render closest to him. Hopefully his arrows would help expedite the slaying of the foul beasts and alleviate the pressure on his allies.*
((Attack
1d20 + stuff = 18 + stuff = hit
1d20 + stuff = 14 + stuff = hit
1d8 + 7 = 6 + 7 = 13
1d8 + 7 = 2 + 7 = 9
22 damage total))
~~~
*Aurik's mouth drops agape after the lightning clears and he sees Amelios had fallen to a powerful onslaught against all the beasts to the north. Rushing to aid, Aurik moves as fast as his armor will let him, bring the ward out again, and forcefully slamming it into the ground. His zeal may have been too much, but his allies feel refreshed nonetheless. These monstrosities would pay.*
((4 spaces North
Healing Ward activated
1d8 + 10 = 11 hp healed to all))
~~~
*Moving to find a better vantage point, Rhizor moves past Zook and lands right next to him. Conjuring power from the stones and earthen materials around, insubstantial blobs of green begin to coalesce. A number engulf the Render hiding out in the darkness. Getting the feeling that the bolt of lightning that had streaked by had come back from that direction, Rhizor takes a guess to a location further back to summon the acidic substance, and then attempts to block the path toward the group from their direction as well.*
((Rhizor casts green fire!
6 5' cubes of acidic type stuff that look kinda firey appear.
The render gets 3 cubes, taking 3 bouts of 2d6 + 6 damage, meaning...
3+2 + 6 = 11
1+5 + 6 = 12
4+2 + 6 = 12
35 damage. 3 reflex saves for half (DC 20).
The one in the back deals
2 + 6 + 6 = 14 damage if it lands on anything (DC 20 reflex for half)
And the other 2 are each 12 damage if anything moves through it. No reflex save for moving through. The greenfire lasts for 1 round))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Oct 27, 2005 4:33 am
(( moving 5 squares west, then one more north before casting my other Lesser Orb of Electricity... Touch Attack: 1d20 + 4(BAB) + 4(DEX) = 26 Damage: 2d8 = 7 (;_;) == Spells == 0: Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost
1:
2: Energy Blade, Scorching Ray))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 27, 2005 5:02 am
Brand lashes out once more with his dual blade, spinning it to attack. This time he targets the undead fiend to the south. [Attack (+1): 4 + 6 + 1 + 2 = 13] Miss [Attack (Spell Head): 15 + 6 + 1 + 2 = 18] [Damage: 7 + 1 + 2 + 10 = 20] As Kethra is knocked backwards by the mighty blow, a strong hand is placed aganist her back, supporting her. Healing energy flows into her wounded body. A gentle but firm voice speaking behind her, "Discipline young monk, do not be so careless as to open yourself to attack again and again."
[Lay on Hands | Kethra | +10 HP]
Removing his hand from Kethra's back, Cedric looks around and takes a step forward, "Hold together! We have almost overcome."
[Ten foot step forward]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Oct 27, 2005 5:11 am
((Not a new turn, just a partial update so people who haven't gone yet can see what's dead.)) Ryhir kills the Render north of Laika as the werewolf lays into the beast south of him. Van adds his own mighty blow as Rhizor throws wads of acid at the Gray Render in the distance.
Asathel moves forward to hurl a globe of electricity at the Gray Render stuck in the ice as Kyoji appears to finish off the beast with a trio of shuriken that slices into the creature's skull.
Merkass moves up to shoot the Dead Render attacking Laika, the arrows slicing off ribbons of flesh as they streak by. Meanwhile, Brand delivers a shocking attack to his foe.
Castor cannot move, frozen with fear.

Posted by: Rusty Thu Oct 27, 2005 5:39 am
: "Slay them with haste! Destroy every savage! Together we baste! Together we ravage!" ((Roll to hit...1d20 + 9 + 2 = 15. Just missed.)) *Faralon moves to get a better shot at the nearest Gray Render. However, as he fires the Serpentstongue arrow, his eyes catch Yeesha falling to her knees, coughing up blood. Of course...Whenever she is in battle, her condition worsens...and when she's in battle, she uses spells...Of course! Faralon now realizes his arrow misses, his brow growing heavy at the sight. I hope we can take these things down quickly. Otherwise, we're in serious trouble...*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Oct 27, 2005 6:05 am
((Impatience... AI control activated, since most everyone has gone.)) Kethra and Gabriel advance carefully, getting into position to attack next round with only a five foot move. Elias and Damas both cast magic missle at the monsters. ((12 damage from Damas. 10 from Elias.
The two Gray Renders engaging Laika tear into the wolfman.
((Hit, hit. 33 damage total.))
The last Render pinned by the ice struggles hard, and manages to shatter the ice pinning him. He falls to the floor, ready to fight once more.
((Str check to break ice succeeded. Fall damage absorbed by DR.))
A sphere object is thrown out of the darkness, rolling to a halt againt Cedric's boot and exploding in a great arc of electricity. Luckily, the paladin manages to get out of the way, but his horned friend behind him is not so lucky as Castor takes the full blast.
((16 electricity damage to Castor, 8 to Cedric, who made his Ref save.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Thu Oct 27, 2005 6:20 am
(Power Attack to same Render as before, Dodge to same Render. Hit=17(d20)+6(BAB)+1(Masterwork)+3(STR)+2(bard)-PowerAttack6=23 Hit=6(d20)+1(BAB)+1(Masterwork)+3(STR)+2(bard)-PowerAttack6=7 Damage= 1+2(2d4)+4(STR1.5)+2(bard)+12(Power Attack)=21)

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Oct 27, 2005 6:24 am
Blood spurts from Laika's wounds, and he howls from the pain, but fights through it. ((If possible to move 5' to the west and not get an AoO. Laika does so and attacks the render to the south west of him. not the same one he attacked last round.
If it attracts an AoO, he simply attacks the same one as last round.
Attack
Claw1: d20 + 9 + 2 (song) - 4 (pa) = 12 + 7 = 19
Claw2: d20 + 9 + 2 (song) - 4 (pa) = 17 + 7 = 24
Bite: d20 + 4 + 2 (song) - 4 (pa) = 5 + 2 = 7
Damage
Claw1: d8 + d6(fire) + 5 + 2(song) +4 (pa) = 2 + 3 + 11 = 16
Claw2: d8 + d6(fire) + 5 + 2(song) +4 (pa) = 7 + 3 + 11 = 21
37 damage total))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 27, 2005 2:30 pm
((I think Laika can make that attack and actually...that's a very good thing for us cause it opens that square.)) Brand steps to the north and if he had lips, an almost bloodthristy smile would be crossing them. The orb he bears flashes with light and a powerful bolt of lightning surges forth through all three of the near-by Renders.
[5 ft Step North]
[Brand Activates Thunder Orb]
[Damage: 6 + 3 + 6 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 4 + 4 + 1 + 5 = 36]
[Reflex Save DC vs 15th lvl caster for half]
((Sometimes it sucks to be large, eh? I'm not certain if activating the orb provokes an AoO or not. If so...Brand will take it.))
Cedric winces and channels healing energy into himself. He then stands at the ready, his hammer held to the side.
[Lay on Hands | Cedric | + 15]
[Prepared Action - If another sphere gets sent his way, we'll play golf...or baseball...or whatever...
Attack Roll - 11 + 12 = 23
In case a Reflex Save is needed 13 + 6 = 19]

Posted by: Aldur Thu Oct 27, 2005 4:40 pm
((http://anubis.bluelaguna.net/rsminstrelost//218%20Unerasable%20Pain.mp3)) Amelios falls... His eyes still shine with that same holy zeal even as he falls, not realising what is happening until the last moment, and even then...He smiles. His hair swirls around him, fabulous as always, as he hits the ground. The cold stone floor. he lies lifeless...
Amelios falls...
As he fell a few things seemed to flit throughout his mind, namely why had he been so stupid as to charge forwards? He had been taking down strategy notes in a book! His hands scrabbled for the book, and he smiled as he realised it was were it was supposed be.
Amelios falls...
And as the glimmer fades from his eyes, he wonders about the orphanage he was raised in, and the unfulfilled promsie to sister Amelia...he had yet to accomplish it....
Amelios falls...

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Oct 27, 2005 5:15 pm
Damas' eyes widen when Yeesha is struck by the bolt of lightning. Since it seems to have hit those who were in a line right in front of her, he comes to the conclusion that it has to be a lightning bolt spell, a magic item, or something of the nature enchanted with that ability. He then looks to Kethra and shakes his head from side to side. "You might want to try listening to Cedric there, kiddo. I can't have you or anyone else dying on me. Got it?" With that said the elf moves north to aid his other allies who seem to be in quite a bit more trouble. His gaze averts briefly to Amelios and his eyes go wide for a moment, then narrow. One of his allies had fallen, and one was one too many for this sorcerer. Though eager to rain icy death on these beasts, he knows that he would hurt his allies as well. Repeating gestures and words he knows well, ice begins to form around one of the renders, and icy spikes stab into it.
[Moving behind Aurik and casting Lesser Freeze on the gray render on the right, if it still lives after previous attacks. If not, he'll redirect it at the other one.
Damage: 7 + 12 = 19]
<>
[Last Round]
Kethra staggers back; sure she will fall until some catches her and keeps her steady. She turns her head to see that it is indeed Cedric, as she had thought from the sound of his voice. "I know I've been foolish, but..." She sighs and shakes her head, her face red with embarrassment. "Thank you Cedric." As she is told, she moves forward cautiously.
[This Round]
As Kethra is moving towards the next foe, stalking it almost, she hears Damas' voice. Rather than looking at him, she simply nods and continues to move forward cautiously, using baby steps. Finally closing in on the beast, she attacks.
[Attack 1: 2 + 5 + 2 (song) = 9. Miss.
Attack 2: 12 + 5 + 2 (song) = 19. Hit, I think.
Damage: 3 + 2 + 2 (song) - 5 (DR) = 2. Pfeh -_-
Oh, Dodge too ^_^;;]

Posted by: Rusty Thu Oct 27, 2005 9:42 pm
*Faralon steps to the left, quickly firing two Serpentstongue arrows at one of the two Gray Renders. Faralon now sees Amelios on the ground, unmoving. Ah, this is going worse than I expected...* ((Rapid Shot on the Gray Render now directly north of Faralon. Faralon should be one space to the west now.
Roll to hit...1d20 + 9 - 2 + 2 = 15. Just missed again. -_- Unless I get some other bonus, like if he's flatfooted - which I doubt.
Roll to hit...1d20 + 9 - 2 + 2 = 29. Natural 20. Undead immune to crits.
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 = 4. -_-))
:
"Do not hold back - the undead we will slice!
Keep up; attack! Use fire, lightning and ice!"

Posted by: Twitch Fri Oct 28, 2005 2:32 am
((power attack 5)) ((Attack: 17 + 5 STR + 2 song = 24)) ((Damage: 1+2 = 3 + 7 STR + 10 PA +1 ench +2 song = 23)) Stepping west Gabe lashed out at the Render with his blade. "Just once... Once, I'd like to fight something capable of witty banter, and not groans or infantile whining."

Posted by: Kyosokun Fri Oct 28, 2005 2:47 am
Ryhir, having slain the beast before him, quickly rushes to Laika's aide in slaying another. Moving up and around, Ryhir dances and tumbles in a strange dance into combat, and deals what could have been a devastating blow to the Render, had it not already been dead.
((Ok, Full cheese defense still activated. AC 29 to far render, 28 to one Laika and others are attacking.
Dance: 1d20(20) + 5 = 25
Tumble: 16 + 12 - 1 = 27
Attack: 1d20(20) Auto hit
Dam: 1d8(1) + 5 = 6 Bleh....
here should be a square space between me and Laika, for the record, so he can 5ft step into the other baddie))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Oct 28, 2005 4:08 am
*Merkass sighs, thinking the bard would need to learn more tunes. His lyrics were strange to say the least. Wasting no time, Merkass draws 2 more arrows, firing them in rapid succession at the undead foes before him* ((1d20 + stuff = 15 + stuff - 2
1d20 + stuff = 15 + stuff -2
hit, hit
Damage
1d8 + 7 = 4 + 7 = 11
1d8 + 7 = 6 + 7 = 13
Go for the render on the right first, then the one on the left.))
~~~
*Aurik continues his trek up, the Render now finished off, steadfastly gazing at Amelios' body as he was determined to make this situation right. Slamming the healing ward staff into the ground once more, the area permeates with healing energies.*
((Healing Ward
1d8 + 10 = 14))
~~~
*Rhizor is so pretty, oh so pretty...
Just kidding...
Rhizor summons the feral spirits of the world, coming up with a creature of old and great power in his mind. He begins to become slightly amorphous as his body writhes and trembles. His wings begin to furl under and his fur turns to scales. A tail erupts from behind him as his snout elongates into a fanged mouth. As it finishes, Rhizor has become a scaled, reptilian creature that some may know as a dinosaur. Rhizor would rid this area of the unnaturaly presence of undead with tooth and claw if it came to it, and he was prepared to make sure it happened.*

Posted by: Cyrus Fri Oct 28, 2005 4:18 am
Castor grit his teeth as the lightning struck him, struggling to throw off both the pain and the absolute fear that threatens to encompass him. Managing to supress the daggers of his mind for now, Castor grips his axe and targets the undead beast across him, laying his axe deeply in the monster's rotting flesh.
[Move to NW render.
Attack= 1d20(7)+10+1=21.
Hit!
Damage:1d12(7)+15+1+2=25.]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Oct 28, 2005 4:41 am
Van's attack beheads the Render he lunged at as Laika moves to viciously slash the other one. Brand's lightning orb lances through the two remaining Renders in his area, though one manages to partially avoid the blast. Damas has to move up a bit further to see his target, but once he does, he lets loose a devastating blast of icy wind.
Dancing towards his foe, Ryhir gracefully avoids the blows aimed his way and somersaults below the arms of the Render, coming up in a kneeling position to slash open the beast's chest as Faralon's arrow strikes. Then Merkass' arrows and another magic missle from Isyndel slam into the undead creature to finish it off.
Gabriel swings his greatsword, ripping a large gash in his foe as Kyoji is sent sprawling by a vicious blow.
((Hit. 19 damage to Kyoji.))
Another sphere comes towards Cedric, and he bats it out of the way as Castor circles around to bury his axe in the Render's back. The creature retaliates with a nasty backhand that tears a gobbet of flesh out of the minotaur.
((AoO: Hit. 16 damage to Castor.))
Next round!

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Oct 28, 2005 6:23 am
The intrepid tinker inches ever westward, sweeping for anything of note while struggling not to be heard as well as he cannot be seen. (( Move west as far as possible. Search 32, MS 22))

Posted by: Kyosokun Fri Oct 28, 2005 6:43 am
Ryhir, taking advantage of being free of opponents, and seeing that the other Render was being suitably handled, recklessly rushes off into the dark, hoping to catch the Storm off guard. Keeping wary as he moves, ahead he sees the barest gleam, and the faint outline of a chest.
((FUll defense, AC 27))

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Oct 28, 2005 7:23 am
Laika tries to get a better view of the battle field, but stays close to his allies to avoid being torn apart. ((spot check: d20 + 8 = 14 + 8 = 22 Laika moves to the square two squares to the east of Kyoji staying out of the reach of the render. He also goes into full dfense [just incase]))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Oct 28, 2005 8:09 am
((Moving up three squares, just a bit behind Kethra, using Point Blank Shot on the remaining Render, assuming he's still alive. If not, move me to the right of Gabe.)) *Moving forward, Faralon concentrates as he shoots a Serpentstongue arrow into the skull of the undead Gray Render before him.*
((Roll to hit...1d20 + 9 + 2 (song) + 1 (PBS) = 30. Hit!
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 (song) + 1 (PBS) = 7.))
*Faralon continues to sing as he fights.*

Posted by: Century Fri Oct 28, 2005 8:43 am
~With the majority of the Renders dead, Elias moves onwards with the more advanced of the party, remaining alert to the possibility of further attack ~ (( Moving to the square just south of Ryhir. Spells: 0th: Ray of Frost; detect Magic; Open/Close; Read Magic
1st: Mage Armour; Lesser Blaze
2nd: Lesser Freeze (x2), Invisibility
))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Oct 28, 2005 1:45 pm
Damas lets out a sigh of relief when the renders to the north fall, but sees that the two in the south are still standing. "I wonder why that one in the shadows isn't moving." He catches a glimpse of Ryhir heading off into the shadows and merely shakes his head. *Heading off into the unknown alone? Reckless, as always...* Moving forward a bit to get a good look at the render closest, he recites incantations in an ancient tongue and weaves arcane symbols in the air with his fingers. The air around the render becomes frigidly cold and icy spikes stab into its undead flesh.
[Move north 10', now behind Aurik, and cast Lesser Freeze.
Damage: 4 + 12 = 16
If that render is dead by the time it comes around to Damas' turn on the initiative order, he'll just stay on defense I suppose. I'm not sure he can target the render in the shadows.]
<>
Kethra's eyes widen when Kyoji is sent sprawling to the ground, but she tries to remain calm, knowing panic will not get them anywhere. Though she has been quite useless in this fight save for being a target, she attacks the gray render anyway. Her first strike does very little damage, and the second does nothing at all. She curses her lack of usefulness in elven.
[Attack 1: 11 + 5 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 20. Hit
Damage: 4 + 2 + 2 (song) - 5 (DR) = 3
Attack 2: 14 + 5 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 23. Hit
Damage: 1 + 2 + 2 (song) - 5 (DR) = 0]

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Oct 28, 2005 3:00 pm
Brand snaps his beak, "Tend to Amelios." The mighty warrior then follows Ryhir keeping two squares behind him. ... Cedric chuckles as the sphere goes bouncing back, he then moves forward along the edge of the ice pillar. [Move one square forward, diagonial north-west two squares.]
[Same prepared action as last round.]
[Attack Roll: 17 + 12 + 2 = 32]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Oct 29, 2005 12:05 am
(( Moved 12 squares left (six are from last round's action, which I didn't take at all) and cast Ray of Frost on the Render who's got all the lovely green spots on him. I do have darkvision as well, as well as the ability to spot any hidden doors that may be nearby (gotta love being elven).
Touch Attack: 1d20 + 4(BAB) + 4(DEX) = 25
Damage: 1d3 = 1...
== Spells ==
0: Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost
1:
2: Energy Blade, Scorching Ray))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Oct 29, 2005 1:17 am
Zook moves forward, finding nothing once more. As the attacks strike him, a lightning bolt from Yeesha casts down the Gray Render closest to the group, continuing on to singe the Render further back. Faralon finds that he cannot move forward and still shoot.
((Ref save: Fail, success. 30/15 damage.))
A lightning bolt streaks out of the darkness to hit Cedric once again.
((16 damage to Cedric.))
To follow the swifter scout, Brand is forced to run, his footsteps echoing through the long, deserted halls.
Asathel moves forward to cast a magical spell that succeeds greatly!
In pissing off the monster it hit, anyway.
The beast charges the elven mage, and as he does, Asathel realizes he can clearly see the form of who can only be the Storm behind the creature. The nimble elf easily dodges the beast's clumsy swing.
((Note that the Storm is in sight of Arc with Darkvision, but there is no light cast on him yet.))

Posted by: Kyosokun Sat Oct 29, 2005 2:05 am
Seeing the lighting blast come from his left, Ryhir rushes down. Soon, the light reveals The Storm's figure. "I'm here to help you to your burial!" Ryhir shouts at him, as he takes a swipe at him. ((Attack: 1d20(18) + 12 - 2 = 28 DAM: 1d8(5) + 5 = 10))

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Oct 29, 2005 2:44 am
Laika moves down closer to Ashatel, but freezes once he sees The Storm. He merely glares at him and gets ready to run in. ((Move to the South west 3 spaces, and to the south one, so that it should be in a straight line with The Storm, and out of the render's reach.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Oct 29, 2005 2:59 am
Brand hears Rhyhir call out his challenge and sees him charge into the inky blackness, but he can't see a target to fight. Unwilling to abandon the cloak of darkness, and unwilling to face an enemy he cannot see, the birdman instead slows down, allowing Rhyhir to move ahead, and quickly strikes a sunrod against his shield, throwing the glowing rod into the darkness ahead.
Action: Move west 15', south 10', blind throw sunrod south towards sounds of fighting.
Listen check: 17 + 9 = 26
Throw check: Natural 20
Move silently check: 19 + 10 = 29
Wow... all of a sudden my dice love me.

Posted by: Twitch Sat Oct 29, 2005 3:00 am
moving notheast he hugged the northern side of the wall and moved to the edge, trying to figure on the best angle for a rushing attack to surprise Storm, calling out to his adversary in the dark, Gabe's voice thundered through the darkness. "come on, Sparky, if youre so terrifying why are you depending upon the weapon's of the ancients?!? I mean, if YOU really had any true power you wouldn't NEED the assistance of technology now would you? It's OK you can admit youre really weak when it comes down to it. I swear I won't hold it against you"
Gabe breaks out in a hearty laugh
"...not like you'll be around long enough for me to mock you for being a sissy anyways."

Posted by: Cyrus Sat Oct 29, 2005 4:05 am
As the damage begins to mount, Castor begins to feel his breathing pain him, and reaches for the potion he bought from Derrik earlier that day. However, a cold sweat forms on his body, and he freezes once again, the curse taking its hold. [roll fear check: 1d100(100).
Failure.]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Oct 29, 2005 5:43 am
Damas' ears quiver as he hears the threats being ushered to the Storm by his allies in the darkness. He moves forward cautiously, keeping his eyes peeled as he does so. [Move 6 squares west. Full Defense.] <> Kethra moves towards the remaining gray render to help out out Van and Asathel. She strikes out with a punch but as the various times before hand, nothing happens.
[Moving to the render, putting me two squares below Asathel.
Attack: 6 + 6 + 2 (song) = 14. Miss
Dodge, also.
I believe Van acts before me, not quite sure.]

Posted by: Kyosokun Sat Oct 29, 2005 6:52 am
((Ummmm... WD? I have a glowstick broken already. Everyone should be able to see Mr Fancy Pants just fine now. And to all you huddling outside Render reach? Grow some balls. If just one of you had moved in, you all could. It only has one AoO. Instead, we've got like 3 ppl sitting and waiting. Meanwhile, it's gonna tool Ashathel for another round. What are you going to do, take 2 more rounds to 5' step in safely?))

Posted by: Rusty Sat Oct 29, 2005 7:01 am
((People are busy on Fridays. Anywho, 5' down. Rapid Shot. Roll to hit...4 + 9 - 2 + 2 = 13. Miss. Roll to hit...14 + 9 - 2 + 2 = 23. Hit! Damage: 5 + 1 + 2 = 8.))
*Faralon shoots two more Serpentstongue arrows, though only one lands a hit. He continues to sing.*

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Oct 29, 2005 7:42 am
(Van runs to the the spot SE of Ashathel)

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Oct 29, 2005 7:55 am
((Please remember that I have a Lawful character. Lawful generally equals not rushing in head long. I try to think the way my character would think, not the way I would think. A typical monk belief is dicipline will win over rash action in the long run. Besides, I am not sure I can even reach the render anyway. Oh wait, I can. *Edits post* And as usual suck ass attack/damage rolls leave me as naught but a target -_-))

QUOTE
Kethra moves towards the remaining gray render to help out out Van and Asathel. She strikes out with a punch but as the various times before hand, nothing happens. [Moving to the render, putting me two squares below Asathel. Attack: 6 + 6 + 2 (song) = 14. Miss
Dodge, also.]
I believe Van acts before me, not quite sure.]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Oct 29, 2005 8:01 am
Ryhir barely manages to wedge his sword beneath the odd armor plates that cover the Storm underneath his trenchcoat, but he does, dealing a slight wound. He chuckles and speaks once more. To Ryhir: "Then do it, young one. Every moment you fail to deal my last blow is a moment I spend yearning for my stolen peace."
To Gabriel: The Storm chuckles. "Weapons of the Ancients? I am an Ancient. Or was. These are my weapons. These weapons sealed the Dragon, these weapons saved the world from the armies of demons poised to overthrow it, these weapons were what ensured that there was a world for all of you to be born in. Well, most of you, at any rate. You of all people should know of what I speak, Gabriel. And it is no weakness to do the tactically sound action."
With that, the Storm swivels and moves five feet away from Ryhir to fire his gun again at Cedric. Gabriel and Laika manage to throw themselves mostly out of the way as the paladin is blasted.
((Hit! Cedric takes 46 damage. Laika and Gabriel take 23 damage.))
"No one left alive still remembers, but the ground this fort stands on, this whole area used to be a great city, Taerith. It was known for its towers. At night, you could see those glittering spires afire with lights from miles away... It was smashed to pieces by Zeon during the apocalypse. Beauty was... still is, hateful to him," the Storm says, his voice sounding far away and distant despite the acute actions his body takes. "This land you grew up in rests upon the bones of my world. It was bought with our blood. Never forget that."
Asathel attempts to cast a spell, but this leaves him open for a vicious attack by the Render near him.
(AoO. Hit. 16 damage to Asathel.))
Kyoji moves forward, reappearing to jam his short sword into the Render's backside.
((Hit! 16 damage!))
Yeesha regains her composure and moves forward, casting a devastating lightning bolt at the Gray Render that partially splashes against a wall, giving the monster some relief... but not too much. Especially as Faralon's arrow slices into its flesh.
((43 damage, Ref save made. 21 damage to Render.))
((Turn not complete, partial update. Continue to act, if you haven't.))

Posted by: Kyosokun Sat Oct 29, 2005 8:15 am
"You shan't yearn much longer, elder. It seems we shall have to continue to build our world on your bones, and buy it with your blood." Ryhir replies, a undercurrent of weariness, or perhaps sadness in his voice. "Why do you fight us if you yearn so for peace? You speak of the blood shed, for great ideals, yet you shed ours in opposition? WHY?" Ryhir says, clearly frustrated and angry.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Oct 29, 2005 2:02 pm
[Listen: 18 + 2 = 20] Cedric winces as the blast hits him, his strength vanishing in an instant and his mighty frame stumbling back. The Paladin takes in a deep breath, whispering a prayer once more, "Mitula, cover me with your light of safety." He then moves swiftly towards the Render.
[Divine Protection +5 AC, 3 Rounds]
[Move South, end location behind Ash or below him, luckily he took the AoO of the round already.]
((...Aldur, this is all your fault. You had to go and die. ))

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Oct 29, 2005 2:51 pm
Laika, deactivating his gloves, grabs his sides and falls to his knees. He wasn't made to take this sort of punishment. His eyes then move towards the potion he had been given... why hadn't he used this? Especially since one of the healers had fallen when trying to aid him. It was no one's fault but his own.
((I'm not going to be around for the day.
But Laika is now down to -1 HP, so if someone could do something about that, it'd be super.))

Posted by: Twitch Sat Oct 29, 2005 8:30 pm
"And now you use YOUUUR weapons to attack me and my friends. I'm searching for someone... I don't remember ever walking around town saying 'Hey, let's go beat the crap out of some self-important, egotistical undead morons'... Sorry, Sparky, Rainbow, Air Biscuit, whatever the hell your name is, I'm not going to roll over for you or anyone else your masters send after us. And once I'm dead severing your life from that poor excuse from a mortal coil your passing off as existence, you can forward this message to your little pals, 'They're next.' "
((Move to Render and Power Attack 5, if possible))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 30, 2005 12:12 am
((You already took an action this round, but I'll use that for your next action if you aren't around.)) "I do not have a choice in the matter," the Storm replies, simply. "And I do not recall asking you to roll over, Gabriel. Merely requesting you show respect for that which saved your lives. If you continue to bluster ahead in that manner, you will be in for a rude awakening later."
Next round!

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sun Oct 30, 2005 12:24 am
Brand strides forward, readying his shield as he does, and strikes at his revealed enemy. Questions ring through his mind, but he refuses to distract himself from the task at hand: Survival. Action: Move south, 20', readying shield, attack with +1 head.
Attack: 9 + 7(skill) + 1(enchantment) + 2(song) = 19
Damage (if a hit): 1 + 2(str) + 1(ench) + 2(song) + 10(orb) = 16 damage.
Eh, I'll post my level-up to level 6 after the battle. Kinda odd for Brand to suddenly level up mid-battle, eh?

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Oct 30, 2005 1:38 am

QUOTE (Kyosokun @ Sat Oct 29, 2005 6:52 am)
((And to all you huddling outside Render reach? Grow some balls. If just one of you had moved in, you all could. It only has one AoO. Instead, we've got like 3 ppl sitting and waiting. Meanwhile, it's gonna tool Ashathel for another round. What are you going to do, take 2 more rounds to 5' step in safely?))

((20 move speed? 10 HP?))
Cedric moves closer to the remaing Render and strikes out with his hammer, "Watch out for explosive orbs of magic! If he throws another knock it away! Surround the fallen Storm, keep him from firing! He may have once been a good man but now he is consumed with evil, end his torment!"
[5ft step to square above Ash]
[Combat Expertise: +5 AC]
[Attack Roll: 17 + 12 + 2 - 5 = 24]
[Damage Roll: 7 + 8 = 15]

Posted by: Rusty Sun Oct 30, 2005 1:40 am
((Moving to spaces to the east of Laika. Using Point Blank shot, since I did only move 30' and I think I'm still able to take a shooting action from that? Roll to hit...10 + 9 + 2 (song) + 1 (PBS) = 22. Hit! Damage: 2 + 1 (STR) + 2 (song) + 1 (PBS) = 6.))
*Faralon moves forward, standing near his fallen ally as he quickly takes a shot at the Gray Render, sending a Serpentstongue arrow its way. He continues to sing.*

Posted by: Twitch Sun Oct 30, 2005 1:42 am
"Are you daft?!? 'Respect for saving my life?' I'm all about what have you done for me lately, buddy, and all you've done is burn my ass with that little sparkler of yours. AND IT'S REALLY PISSING ME OFF!" ((Rage, then Power Attack 5 to Render))
((8 rounds rage left))
((S: 24 +8, C: 21 +12 HP +2 Will -2 AC))
((Attack: 14 + 8 STR +2 song = 24))
((Damage: 5 + 3 + 12 STR + 10 PA +1 ench + 2 song = 33))
((8 + 12 + 1 = 21 HP healed from mask))
((If the render falls by Gabe's turn, charge and PA to The Storm))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Oct 30, 2005 1:56 am
Zook moved forward, around the fray, readying his loaded rifle just in case. When he was satisfied, he spoke to Storm, his voice clear, if edged with sadness. "You fought alongside those who have passed against unspeakable evil. Now you have become a slave to the same. It is a perversion of what you were, of what the Ancients were. I am...sorry. The same fate has befallen many. Regar Jaeldan, one who called himself Salamander, General Fasher. All that we can offer you is peace. And peace you shall have."
((Attack roll a miss, so meh.))

Posted by: Kyosokun Sun Oct 30, 2005 2:22 am
Ryhir gracefully sidesteps, as he continues to speak. "Who's command do you fall under then? You are sound in mind, that is obvious. Can you tell us of who we face, what may lie ahead of us? Who are the Sound and the Silence? If you must fight us with your body, can you not rebel with your mind?" Ryhir asks, even as he continues his deadly dance, and cuts into The Storm, twin blades flashing.
((5' step, positioning myself south of him, and into flanking position with Brand.
Dance: 1d20(11) + 3 = 14
Attack1: 1d20(12) + 14 - 2 = 24
Dam: 1d8(6) + 5 = 11
Attack2: 1d20(7) + 14 - 2 = 19
Dam: 1d6(4) + 5 = 9))

Posted by: Rusty Sun Oct 30, 2005 4:38 am
((Lance has given me permission to temporarily control Van. Assuming that Render is still alive, he's gonna do two regular attacks on it. Roll to hit: 4 ;_; +6 (BAB) +3 (STR) +1 (Masterwork) +2 (song) + flank? (2?) = 16 (18?). Hit! Damage: 3+4 +4 (1.5 STR) +2 (song) = 13.
Roll to hit: 8 ;_; +1 (BAB) +3 (STR) +1 (Masterwork) +2 (song) + flank? (2?) = 15 (17?). If he's got a flanking bonus, he hits.
Damage: 2+4 +4 (1.5 STR) +2 (song) = 12.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Oct 30, 2005 5:38 am
((Yes, anyone standing around the render gets a flanking bonus ^_^)) Damas moves forward a bit, the elven sorcerer still standing near Yeesha. He can clearly see the render from where he is and decides that bringing down the render will hopefully give his allies a chance to close in on the Storm. Pulling the needed component from his pouch the sorcerer recites words and repeats the gestures that have become like a part of him almost. The air around the render becomes quite cold and spikes of ice stab into it. After this he lower his arms and the words of the others makes his ears quiver, a look of sadness crossing his features. *I feel so bad for that man...* he thinks to himself sadly. *If he wants peace, we should not deny him.*
[Move 2 squares SW, and cast Lesser Freeze
Damage: 2 + 12 = 14]
<>
Kethra grows rather frustrated with the fact that her attacks are doing nothing, but knows that trying to run off now will get her torn to shreds. She strikes again but both blows fail to connect, which makes her a bit mad. ~"Damnit,"~ she mutters in elven.
[Attack 1: 6 + 5 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 15. Miss
Attack 2: 1 + 5 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 10. Miss
Avoid Botch: 13 + 5 + 2 (song) = 22. Botch avoided
If I did that wrong, let me know ^_^;; If it fails I always do have balance]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 30, 2005 6:52 am
Brand's attack scrapes across armor, having no effect, while Cedric smashes the Render's foot. Faralon's arrow slices off another ribbon of flesh as Kyoji slashes with his two swords once more. The assaults continue to mount as more and more attacks land on the monster, and soon it falls to Van's guisarme.
Gabriel finds that the beast is dead by his turn, so charges the Storm instead. His blow cuts deep into the warrior's armor, sending sparks flying.
(+4 from flanking and charging, so hit.)
Damas must move farther than he thought, but is able to reach a spot where he can cast. The spell hits, though the effect cannot be discerned.
Both of Ryhir's attacks fail to connect, each being parried by the Storm's massive gun.
"I was referring to the weapons, not to me," the Storm mumbles to Gabriel as he wields his gun like a club and viciously bashes the barbarian.
((Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit. Gabriel takes 43 damage.))
"The Salamander... You put him to rest? Good... I had trouble facing the monster he had become. The knowledge that his home had been destroyed and his body corrupted drove him insane... You'll find that many of my former comrades have met the same fate," The Storm says. "My mind has little control of my body, and I am bound to what I can say, but I will tell you of things as I am able... The Drowned Eye used to be the Guardian Eye Metaphan Military unit. We guarded the military base that housed the Dark Dragon's sealed corpse. We guarded it faithfully until one day where the mages of the base invoked a spell designed to strengthen the seal. Instead of doing so, it sunk the base into the ocean. The mages all teleported away, but we soldiers were left to drown. The castle was raised long ago, and some of us rose with it, puppets to the Dark Dragon's will. I hear they called us "Armed Skeletons", for not only did those who rose carry the legendary arms of the Ancients, the hated Dragon infused them with an extra set of limbs... A hero cast the Dragon back into the seal and the base sank again, and we knew peace, for a time. Then once again, someone called the base from the depths and us from our slumber... Myself, the Shade, The Sound, The Silence, The Salamander, and The Swarm were the elite of the base. I have no doubt that in his corrupted state General Fasher will send us all against you."

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Oct 30, 2005 7:08 am
((fort save to auto-stabalize: d20 + 6 = 25. Laika has stabalized.))

Posted by: Rusty Sun Oct 30, 2005 7:11 am
((Healing Laika. 1d8 + 5 = 3 + 5 = 8. He's up with 7.)) *Faralon stops his song, kneeling down to heal the wolfman.* : "Grant my ally strength to continue the fight!" ((Oh! Inspire courage is STILL in effective for five rounds.))

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Oct 30, 2005 7:26 am
Shaking his head, Laika gets up. Turning to Faralon he nods "Thank you, that was much aprectiated." He then grabbed his potino and downed it. And was ready to get some revenge on The Storm. ((Potion of CSW: 3d8 + 5(?) = 2 + 7 + 6 + 5 = 20))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Oct 30, 2005 7:43 am
((Yadda yaddda yadda... I didn't post last round, but Ashathel's blade was drawn. So he attacked. And failed. 1d20 + 11 = Natural 1 COnfirm: 1d20 + 11 = 17 And as for this round, I'm shooting off my Scorching Ray... 1d20 + 4 (bab) + 4 (DEX) + 2 (song) = 12
Damage (if it hits): 4d6 = 17))

Posted by: FreedomJu Sun Oct 30, 2005 7:58 am
(Move to spot behind Gabe and Power Attack Storm Hit=11(d20)+6(BAB)+1(Masterwork)+3(STR)+2(bard)-PowerAttack4=19 Hit=14(d20)+1(BAB)+1(Masterwork)+3(STR)+2(bard)-PowerAttack4=17 Damage= 1+3(2d4)+4(STR1.5)+2(bard)+8(Power Attack)=18 Damage= 1+2(2d4)+4(STR1.5)+2(bard)+8(Power Attack)=17)

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Oct 30, 2005 8:21 am
Damas remains where he is standing, repeating the incantation and gestures he had just used not too long ago. The air around the Storm gets cold, and the mage murmurs sadly to himself. "Forgive me..." [Lesser Freeze Damage: 3 + 12 = 15] <> Kethra moves towards the Storm, taking a place to Ryhir's left. ~"Used by these...Strife Lords... I'll not allow this man to suffer any longer."~ With a fire of determination in her bright blue eyes she strikes out with a punch that fails to do much of anything.
[Attack: 12 + 6 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 22. Miss
Dodge]

Posted by: Kyosokun Sun Oct 30, 2005 9:06 am
"Thank you for that information, Elder. Perhaps you can give us a bit more aide. Do you know of Prine Nicholas's whereabouts? We search for him, we fear him to be in the clutches of those who control you. Could you shed any light on our search?" Ryhir asks, frustration still clear in his voice as he continues to hammer away at the Storm's hard shell.
((2 attacks, one miss, one 20
Dam: 1d6(2) + 5 = 7))

Posted by: Century Sun Oct 30, 2005 11:10 am
(( I've missed last turn cos I was away, but if I can still use last turn's action, basically I just want to use the two turns to get close to the Storm - inbetween Faralon and Asathel, if poss.... I'll try and post something decent later, if the battle isn't already over. ))

Posted by: Aldur Sun Oct 30, 2005 12:10 pm
((( GO TEAM GO. RA RA RA))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Oct 30, 2005 1:16 pm
For a moment, Zook is overwhelmed with pity. The Drowned Eye were lost souls in every sense of the word, abandoned by their allies, needlessly left dead, and bent to malignant will. Distant, the gnome moves forward quietly, raises his rifle without thinking, and looses a shot, still awash with emotion.
"You deserved better than this." he said quietly as the gun fired.
((Attack roll:
16 + 8 + 2 = 26
Damage: 4 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 8
Also, Kno[Ancients] 25 to check for knowledge of The Shade, The Sound, The Silence, The Salamander, and The Swarm, or anything at all on elite soldiers and officers stationed at the Castle of the Ancients))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sun Oct 30, 2005 4:28 pm
Brand hesitates for a moment as the Storm reveals his information, but then the Storm's weaponry dealt another grevious blow to Gabriel. There was no choice but to destroy the soldier, but he felt sympathy for a fellow warrior who was experiencing a nightmare beyond nightmare. Small wonder insanity took so many of them. Manuevering for a better fighting position, and dropping his shield as he went, the Birdman's blades sung again, but this time he asked the drowned eye, "As an elite soldier of the Guardian Eye Metaphan Military unit, you would know their weaknesses and their plans better than any of us. Where will they strike next, and with what objective? How would you foil their plans? Where, and how would you strike to cause them the most damage, and what weaknesses do your weapons of the ancients, the Laser Eyes, Cyborgs and fellow drowned eye soldiers possess that we could exploit? Sad as it is to say it, we may be your friends' best hope for peace and rest once more."
5' step south, to flank with Gabriel, drop shield.
Attack 1 (ench head): 11 + 6 (skill) + 1(ench) + 2 (song) + 2 (flanking) = 22
Damage: 3 + 2(str) + 1 (ench) + 2 (song) + 10 (orb) = 18
Attack 2 (spell head): 15 + 6 (skill) + 1 (masterwork) + 2 (song) +2 (flanking) = 26
Damage: 1 + 1(str) + 2 (song) + 10 (orb) = 14

Posted by: Twitch Sun Oct 30, 2005 7:01 pm
Gabriel shakes his head and clears the stars from his vision just long enough to silently focus on the Storm once again. ((7 rounds rage left)) ((S: 24 +8, C: 21 +12 HP +2 Will -2 AC)) (Power Attack 5) (Attack: 17 + 8 STR +2 song = 27)
(Damage: 4 + 3 + 12 STR + 10 PA +1 ench + 2 song = 32)
(7 + 12 + 1 = 20 HP healed from mask)

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Oct 30, 2005 7:28 pm
Cedric moves forward, his hefty armor slowing him and keeping him from reaching attack range just yet. [Move forward so that Cedric can strike the fallen soldier next round] [Full Defense]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 30, 2005 8:20 pm
Van fails to land a hit on the Ancient Warrior, as do most of those attacking the Storm. Only Gabriel and Ryhir manage to pierce the old one's formidible defenses to score hits. ((Gabe, you forgot to include flanking, so I added it for you.)) "I... am bound to silence on Prince Nicholas," the Storm says with difficulty. "As well as the matter of my comrades... Though I can tell you some basic information... The Shade is an assassin that strikes and disappears only to strike again. The Sound was our chaplain in happier days... He sang hymns of praise to the Light. Now he has been corrupted into howling the basest of blasphemies. The Silence is a sniper that shoots from concealment... And... The Swarm... Sorcerous..."
The Storm looks like he is about to say more, but his voice cuts off in an odd gargle.
With that, the Storm slams the butt of his gun into Gabriel's face, then his chest, then both his arms.
((Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit. 41 points of damage to Gabriel.))

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Oct 30, 2005 10:14 pm
Laika moves into the last remaining opening, "With any luck..." he says with a swipe of his claw at The Storm. His gloves bursting into flame as he strikes. "You will rest soon." ((Attack Claw1: d20 + 9 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) - 4 (pa) = 16 + 9 = 25
Damage
Claw1: d8 + d6(fire) + 5 + 2(song) + 4 (pa) = 4 + 6 + 11 = 21))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Oct 30, 2005 10:48 pm
Damas calls upon one last Lesser Freeze, the air around the Storm becoming cold again. Once he does this he backs off to a safer spot in order to figure out what to do next. [Lesser Freeze Damage: 8 + 12 = 20 Then move back 2 squares SE, 2 squares E. That puts him behind Zook I believe]
"Forgive us for making you wait for your peace," Kethra murmurs sadly as she strikes again.
[Attack 1: 20 + 5 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 29. Hit
Damage: 3 + 2 + 2 (song) = 7
Attack 2: 10 + 5 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 19. Miss
Dodge]

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Oct 31, 2005 12:42 am
*Merkass overhears bits of the conversation from his place in the back. On one hand, he was interested in the Storm's digressions into his past and his forced servitude. However, the creature was undead, and had to be destroyed, and there was no time to wait for the Storm to injure Merkass' allies any further. Unleashing a pair of arrows, Merkass fires at the Storm. At least it knew it was an abomination.*
((1d20 + 11 + 2 (song) + 2 (undead FE) - 4 (into melee) = 5 + 15 = 20, miss
1d20 + 11 = 16 + 11 = 27, hit
1d8 + 5 + 2 (song) = 5 + 7 = 12 damage. (S/P)))
~~~
*Though Amelios was in dire need of attention, his allies were in far greater need. Amelios had already passed on, and now he would be safe for the time being. His still living allies are in greater need of staying that way and were already beginning to fall. Moving further toward them, Aurik again used the healing wards, healing his allies' wounds and allowing them to continue the fight.*
((1d8 + 10 = 6 + 10 = 16 hp to everyone))
~~~
*Rhizor, unable to get into the fray, snarls and hisses as venom drips from his fangs. He moves in closer, trying to get around his allies to get a clear shot if the Storm still stood after this onslaught.*
((Double move for 100'. Should place Rhizor 7 spaces above the storm and 1 to the right))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 31, 2005 1:44 am
((4 more rounds of inspire courage remaining. Rapid Shot. I know I'm gonna regret this... Roll to hit: natural 8...Miss. Roll to hit: natural 1... Confirming critical miss...5. Of course. Lay it on me.))
*Faralon zips a Serpentstongue arrow at The Storm, but it misses. So...The Sound? Faralon loses focus as he fires the second arrow...*

Posted by: Twitch Mon Oct 31, 2005 5:20 am
Gabe, stumbles away from the rapid succession of blows, his ears ringing and his vision blurring. Even through the rage he knew he at least had a concussion. Dammit all, I'm going to tear him apart with my bare hands if I have to. But for now... Regaining his balance he plucked a vial out from his belt and choked down the potion.
"dammit, this stuff tastes like an orc's sweat"
(Fall back 5' SE to the empty spot drink potion of CSW)
(7 +5 +3 +5 = 20 HP healed)
((6 rounds rage left))
((S: 24 +8, C: 21 +12 HP +2 Will -2 AC))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Oct 31, 2005 5:24 am
((*Hearing Gabe's comment, Merkass wonders who or what the hell this "Christ" Gabe refers to is*))

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Oct 31, 2005 5:34 am
As The Storm chokes up, Ryhir's anger heats even more, and he delievers that anger into his blows. Unfortunately, this takes some of the focus from his blows. ((Attack1: 1d20(15) + 14 -2 = 27... Miss >< WTF mate. Attack 2 miss))

Posted by: FreedomJu Mon Oct 31, 2005 5:42 am
(Trip Hit=13(d20)+6(BAB)+1(Masterwork)+3(STR)+2(bard)=25 Reg attacks miss Storm is tripped, enjoy)

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Oct 31, 2005 6:13 am
Brand continues to swing his weapon, brow furrowed in concentration, but fails to connect once more. Attack 1: 11 + 11 = 22. Attack 2: 3 + 11 = 14.

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 31, 2005 6:16 am
((Are you sure? He should be prone now, so his melee AC drops by 4.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 31, 2005 6:41 am
The Storm falls down and does not get up, rather, swinging his gun from the prone position at Ryhir. Three swipes hit, clubbing the scout. ((Hit, Hit, Hit, miss. 26 damage to Ryhir.)) Kyoji stabs downward with his shortblade, scoring a moderate hit that damages the undead's armor somewhat.

Posted by: FreedomJu Mon Oct 31, 2005 6:46 am
(Van crit misses and breaks his weapon Van is done for this battle. Van wishes you luck)

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 31, 2005 6:52 am
((A note: The Storm has -4 to hit and -4 to AC vs. melee while prone. If he stands up, you all get AoOs on him. These are my NPC's actions for this round.)) Yeesha strides into sight and imperiously murmurs words of arcane might, enshrouding the Storm in a whirlwind of lightning. When the energy recedes, the soldiers is there, unharmed. Yeesha winces.
"Ah... I suspected as much. He's immune to lightning somehow...."
"I am the Storm..." the Storm mutters.
And Kyoji misses.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Oct 31, 2005 6:58 am
((Melee touch attack w/ energy blade 1d20 + 4 (bab) + 2 (song) = 21 Damage (if it hits): 1d8 + 1 = 6))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 31, 2005 7:11 am
*Faralon sighs. With nothing else to do, he pulls out his lute and begins to play a song on it to help calm himself - though it isn't a slow song. Music itself just calms the elf.* ((Inspire Courage. Just keep adding the bonus.))

Posted by: Nightmare Mon Oct 31, 2005 8:28 am
Laika continues his assault on The Storm, and manages to connect with one of the blows. ((Attack Claw1: d20 + 9 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) + 4 (prone) = 6 + 17 = 23 Claw2: d20 + 9 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) + 4 (prone) = 14 + 17 = 31 Bite: d20 + 4 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) + 4 (prone) = 14 + 12 = 26
Damage
Claw2: d8 + d6(fire) + 5 + 2(song) = 7 + 5 + 7 = 19))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Oct 31, 2005 9:43 am
And Brand swings yet again. Attack 1 (ench head): 12 + 11 + 4(prone) = 27... Don't know if that's a hit or not. Damage: 7 + 2(str) + 1 (ench) + 2 (song) + 10 (orb) = 22 (12 if immune to lightning) Attack 2 (spell head): 3 + 11 + 4 = 18 miss.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:03 am
((Actually, the orb transmutes all of Brand's damage to lightning damage...))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:19 am
...

Posted by: Aldur Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:29 am
Somehow Amelios' corpse gets up and begins dancing round the room, with a pair of pom poms. "GO TEAM GO. RA RA RA!" But not really.

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 31, 2005 12:50 pm
Cedric lashes out with his hammer at the fallen soldier. [Power Attack -5] [Attack Roll: 3...+12+2-5=12]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Oct 31, 2005 2:41 pm
((Ah, new round eh?)) Damas watches the rest play out from his little 'vantage point' behind Zook, his left eye twitching when the Storm falls over. "That's...embarrassing..." He then watches as Yeesha's attack does nothing and her words cause a sort of 'duh' expression to etch itself upon his face. *Even I figured that much...* he thinks to himself. Then young sorcerer then speaks firmly in an ancient tongue, weaving arcane symbols in the air with his fingers. A blue glow can be seen in his closed fist and when he opens it, three blue bolts of force fly towards the Storm.
[Magic Missile
Damage: 1+1 + 1+1 + 4+1 = 9
And with little use for his bow against a prone opponent, I don't think there is much more he can do at this point]
<>
Kethra looks down at the Storm with sad eyes and strikes again, pitying this man enough to want to put him out of his misery. Her sadness causes her to slip up though.
[Attack 1: 9 + 5 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 18. Miss
Attack 2: 4 + 5 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 13. Miss]

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Oct 31, 2005 9:21 pm
((Previous action I missed for Rhizor is being used to cast a spell whose name I can't remember off the top of my head... I think it's Venomfire. Basically, you deal 1d6 acid damage with any attack that adds poison. It's in Serpent Kingdoms, and IIRC Rhizor has Natural Spell. Some people in the AIM chat recall me saying I was going to do it, but it never got posted.))
*Letting out a loud "SKREEE," Rhizor rushes headlong at the Storm's now prone form. Instead of skidding into the Storm and rending his flesh, Rhizor suddenly leaps high into the air. Extending his taloned claws, he comes down upon the Storm's body, flaying the necromantic flesh with his claws and attempting to bite through defenses as his now caustic venom sears away. Instead of removing himself from the Storm's body, Rhizor instead stays atop the Storm, attempting to hold him down like a lion atop its prey.*
((Leaping Pounce - Full Attack on Charge, Give free trip attack (auto-success), and if that succeeds, free grapple+pin
Claw-Claw
1d20 + 7 + 2 (charge) + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 18 + 13 = 31, hit
1d20 + 11 = 15 + 13 = 28, hit
Bite
1d20 + 8 = 12 + 6 = 20, miss
Tail
1d20 + 8 = 13 + 6 = 21, miss
Rake
1d20 + 9 = 12 + 9 = 21, miss
Damage
2 claws at 1d6 + 3 + 2 (bardic Music) + 1d6 acid damage
2d6 + 10 + 2d6 = 6 + 5 + 10 + 3 + 6 = 21 + 9 acid = 30 damage
Grapple Check
1d20 + 7 + 2 (bardic) = 15 + 9 = 24. Not sure if charge factors in, though it is an attack. If so, that's a 26.
If it fails, Rhizor is in the square with the Storm, though the Storm is neither grappled nor pinned. If it succeeds, Rhizor is in the square with the Storm pinning him (pin occurs automatically). If he's dead, then yeah, it doesn't matter))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:49 pm
The attacks rip off more of the Storm's armor and coat, exposing gray, dead flesh underneath as the soldier slams his gun into Rhizor's beastly altered form again and again. ((Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit. 47 damage total.)) Next round.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:53 pm
((Melee touch attack w/ energy blade 1d20 + 4 (bab) + 2 (song) + 4 (prone)= 13 Damage (if it hits): 1d8 + 1 = 6))

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Oct 31, 2005 10:54 pm
Ryhir's attacks continue to pound away, hoping to fell the fallen ancient. ((Last round, I informed tum, but forgot to post. 1 hit, 11 dam This round. attack1:1d20(12)+18-2=28 Hit Dam:1d8(4)+5=9 more
Attack2:Miss))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Oct 31, 2005 11:01 pm
Kethra continues to attack the fallen warrior, one blow missing while the second connects. [Attack 1: 3 + 5 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) + 4 (prone) = 16. Miss Attack 2: 17 + 5 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) + 4 (prone) = 30. Hit Damage: 6 + 2 + 2 (song) = 10
Yay!
Dodge ]

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 31, 2005 11:19 pm
*Faralon continues his song, frowning as he turns his head to see Van's weapon also break. What cheap weapons...Masterwork quality? Ha. Truly good weapons shouldn't break so easily.*

Posted by: Nightmare Mon Oct 31, 2005 11:34 pm
((Attack Claw1: d20 + 9 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) + 4 (prone) = 16 + 17 = 33 Claw2: d20 + 9 + 2 (song) +2 (flank) + 4 (prone) = 8 + 17 = 25 Bite: d20 + 4 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) + 4 (prone) = 15 + 12 = 27 Damage
Claw1: d8 + d6(fire) + 5 + 2(song) = 7 + 6 + 7 = 20
Claw2: d8 + d6(fire) + 5 + 2(song) = 6 + 4 + 7 = 17
Bite: d6 + 2 + 2 (song) = 3 + 4 = 7

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Oct 31, 2005 11:44 pm
*Seeing his allies still under duress from the onslaught of the Storm, Aurik again delivers a charge from the healing wards* ((1d8 + 10 = 16 hp recovered by all)) *Reeling from the vicious attack from the storm, Rhizor nearly topples over, but the healing energies from the ward help him to recover enough to again fly into a frenzy. Clawing, biting, and even swiping with his tail, Rhizor fights for survival and ridding the world of undead, and especially a major one as the Storm.*
((4d20 = 12/20/10/5
2 claws
2d6 + 2d6 + 10 = 20 + 9 = 29 damage))
*Unsure if he can even get a clear shot, Merkass remembers the teachings of his tribe. You may fail in attempting something, but if you never try, you'll never succeed. Nodding, and regretting his lack of action previously, Merkass raises his bow again, and with deadly precision, his arrows sailpast his allies, one striking the ground, but the other embedding itself in what would have been a vital spot if the Storm was not undead. Hoping that this would finish things, Merkass sighed and surveyed.*
((Rapid Shot
1d20 + 15 - 8 = 20 + 7. Hit
1d20 + 7 = 11 + 7 = 18, miss.
Damage
1d8 + 7 = 6 + 7 =13))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 31, 2005 11:55 pm
Cedric raises his hammer over his head, "Mitula, may that this one knows peace once more." He then brings it down mighty upon the corrupted body of the once good man. [Power Attack -5] [Smite Evil +5/+5] [Attack Roll: 13 + 12 + 2 - 5 + 5 + 4 + 2 = 33]
[Damage Roll: 6 + 8 + 10 + 5 + 2 = 31]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Nov 01, 2005 12:05 am
Yeesha adds her own magic missle spell, the bolts of force slamming into and cracking off a bit of The Storm's armor as Asathel causes another crack with his blade of sonic force. Laika rips off a handful of flesh as Ryhir slices into The Storm's back and Rhizor claws a large hole in the undead Ancients' chest.
But after all the attacks, The Storm still moves. His counter attack is fierce. He raises the butt of his gun again and clubs the reptilian-morphed druid on top of him.
((Hit, hit, hit, hit. 37 damage to Rhizor.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Nov 01, 2005 12:09 am
Cedric whips the hammer around once more and slams it at the fallen warrior. [Power Attack -5] [Attack Roll: 18 + 12 + 2 = 32] [Damage Roll: 3 + 8 + 10 + 2 = 23]

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Nov 01, 2005 12:15 am
As the Storm's fighting gets ever fiercer, so does Ryhir, and he slams both blades home with a pair of strong attacks. ((Attack1: 1d20(13) + 18 - 2 = 29 Dam: 1d8(1) + 5 = 6 Attack2: 1d20(20) DAM: 1d6(5) + 5 = 10))

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Nov 01, 2005 12:17 am
((16 damage from searing light from Aurik Rhizor topples over and reverts back to his bat form, bruises all over his body))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Nov 01, 2005 12:28 am
A stronger blast of force magic from Yeesha, more claws, swords, hammers and spells all blast at the Storm, and finally with a relieved sigh, he collapses after Castor lands a devastating blow with his axe. VICTORY!! Everyone gains 720 XP from combat! Everyone gains 200 story XP!

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Nov 01, 2005 12:49 am
Castor bows his head as he digs his axe from the dead soldier's chest, staring at the crumpled form of an tired man. "Rest well," the minotaur says solemnly, "Your companions will be joining you soon." With that, he begins to search the rest of the labrinyth, looking for anything that could aid them on their way.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Nov 01, 2005 12:54 am
Kyoji goes off to search as well. ((Nat 20 on search.)) Kyoji locates two chests in the immediate area, and detecting no traps on them, calls his comrades over to investigate while he moved up.

Posted by: Rusty Tue Nov 01, 2005 12:56 am
*Faralon stops the song, putting his lute away. He stands up and walks to Castor and the others. He sighs as he passes the broken weapons.* : "We should scout the area to make sure there aren't any more enemies hiding around. There's probably none, but you can't be too sure. Traps may still lie about, as well. We should tend to Amelios, also..."
*Faralon falls silent, motioning his head over to Amelios.*
===
*Later...Faralon decides it better to head to the treasury with the group. There, he decides to take it upon himself to count the gold found there, as well as appraise the art found, as well.*
((Bardic Knowledge check. Marine rolled for me...16. +7 = 23. Passed.))
*Faralon smiles with glee as he counts the gold and appraises the art, eventually reaching the total count...*

CODE
1,600 Platinum pieces (16,000 gold) 22,000 Gold pieces (22,000 gold) Large well-done wool tapestry (350 gold) Finely wrought small gold bracelet (50 gold) 2 solid gold idols of demonic figures (10 lb.) (1,000 total)
Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gold)
Emerald ring with small diamonds, platinum (700 gold)
Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1,000 gold) - If Amelios wants this, he must pay the full price to the party
Gold cup set with emeralds (10,000 gold)
Cloth of gold vestments (100 gold)
Carved bone statuette of Xadoss (10 gold)
Carved ivory statuette of Shailtor (80 gold)
Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (120 gold)
Golden crown set with thumbsized rubies, with a huge emerald in the front (11,000 gold)
A single ruby carved into a ring. (8,000 gold)
A chalice fashioned out of a giant amethyst (8,000 gold)
Velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2,000 gold)
Silver ewer (40 gold)
Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (100 gold)
Small diamond tiara (800 gold)
Pair of sapphire earrings (400 gp)
Gem studded gold scepter (1,100 gold)
Ivory pipe set with pearls (100 gold)
Small silver pendant set with aquamarines (100 gold)
Silver ring set with amethysts (400 gp)
Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1,100 gold)
Set of two golden statuettes of centaurs jousting. (1,100 gold total)

((Wheww. That's a lot of stuff. If I didn't total it wrong, that comes to 85,850 gold. Those getting the big stuff this go won't see any of it.))
===
*Later still...Yeesha approaches Faralon.*
"What did you want to ask, Faralon?" Yeesha asks.
: "I couldn't help but notice your injury during the battle...It's a magical injury, is it not?"
"What?" Yeesha asks.
: "Your injury. You were unable to cast a spell because the pain was too much for you. You are weakened by, what seems, a magic spell of some sort. Maybe a curse?"
Yeesha stops for a moment. "My wound was caused by the claw of Woldol, when he was channeling the essence of Iom himself... After three years... It would make sense... But I never detected anything..."
((Bardic knowledge check to know of Nick's old arm curse...1d20 = natural 20 + 7 = 27. w00t!))
: "Ah, King Nick was also cursed when facing the forces of Iom...Rather, Woldol. I certainly don't doubt the possibility. Perhaps Isyndel could investigate it?"
"If it is a curse how did it evade my divinations? If it could disguise itself..." Yeesha said, rubbing her chin. "I need to think about this."
: "Until it is sorted out, I would suggest you stay away from the battles. You are the one that bound this group together, after all. If you were to fall, I don't expect everyone would stay with the group, as some here are only here for the gold. Well...We'll worry about it later."
*Faralon nods, walking away.*
===
((Here are the weapons/items found - nicely adjusted for good reading from Mr. Bolt. And then SFCWII went trick or treating and they got:))

QUOTE
Snake's Masterwork Studded Leather Armor of Strength, +4 spell levels per day, +1 to Str. - To Faralon Priest's Ring, +2 to caster level of divine spells and +2 divine bonus to hit. - To Aurik Mithril Dwarven War Axe (+4 to hit) - Selling Phasing Guisarme of the Heavens +3 Enemy deals half damage for 1d4 rounds after being struck, DC 25 Will to negate, +4 to all ability scores. - To Van
Spell book: (Necromantic spells: Poison Nova, Teeth of the Dark Dragon, Poison Explosion, Iron Maiden, and Bone Armor. Lightning spells: Charged Bolt, Energy Shield, Nova, Static Field and Thunder Storm) - To Isyndel (She and Ashathel could share, methinks.)
Knight's Greaves of the Sentinel. +3 attack and damage, increase threat range of weapon by 1. They also allow the wearer to prepare 2 spells as if they were one level lower. - To Ashathel
Gold Boots of Intelligence. +3 attack, +1 Int. - To Merkass
Blue Huge Greatsword of Pacing +1 .+1 to saves vs. Cold. +50% movement. - To Gabriel
Ivory Robe: +2 to Will saves. - To Kethra
Force Dagger: +6 to hit, 3d6 damage. A small metal and plastic dagger hilt that emits a mathematically-precise blue blade of pure force when a button is pressed. - To Kyoji
Wand of Lightning Bolt, 9 charges. - Also to Faralon
King's Scimitar of Ice: +5 hit and damage, threat range +1, +2d6 cold damage - To Ryhir
Pale green prism Ioun Stone: +1 to all checks. - To Zook
Atlas Axe (+5 Flaming Vorpal Great Axe of DemonBane. Can cast Blaze 3 once per 10 minutes.) - To Castor
The Storm's Full Plate (after being mended/repaired) - To Amelios

===
*Later still...*
*Faralon approaches Castor, who seems to be admiring his new axe.*
((Can't recall the exact check...I know I passed it like a week ago, though. I think there were witnesses about like Knight.))
: "Ah, my friend...That axe used to belong to the warrior Luke of the original Shining Force. It was then passed on to his son, Ruce, who wielded it in the battle against Iom, alongside Nick. It is truly the greatest of axes. Wield it well."

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Nov 01, 2005 3:08 am
Ryhir helps out after the battle by searching the Armory. In there he finds a set of Leather Armor (Snake's Leather armor of Strength, +4 spell levels per day, +1 to Str), A ring (Priest's Ring, +2 to caster level of divine spells and +2 divine bonus to hit.) Mithril Dwarven War Axe (+4 to hit), A new Guisarme (Phasing Guisarme of the Heavens +3 Enemy deals half damage for 1d4 rounds after being struck, DC 25 Will to negate, +4 to all ability scores.), A Spellbook (Necromantic spells: Poison Nova, Teeth of the Dark Dragon, Poison Explosion, Iron Maiden, and Bone Armor. Lightning spells: Charged Bolt, Energy Shield, Nova,Static Field and Thunder Storm), A set of Greaves (Knight's Greaves of the Sentinel. +3 attack and damage, increase threat range of weapon by 1. They also allow the wearer to prepare 2 spells as if they were one level lower) a pair of Golden Boots (Gold Boots of Intelligence. +3 attack, +1 Int.), A greatsword (Blue Huge Greatsword of Pacing +1 .+1 to saves vs. Cold. +50% movement.) an Ivory Robe (+2 to Will saves), and a Scimitar (King's Scimitar of Ice: +5 hit and damage, threat range +1, +2d6 cold damage)
He brings his finds back to the hall the party is currently occupying, and lays them out. "This is all that seemed of Value in the Armory, and I saw no signs that any but us remain in the tower..."
Yeesha casts detect magic and points out that they're magical. "Identifying all these items will take some time... And we are all injured and tired... Since we've cleared this fort out, do we wish to camp here tonight?" Yeesha asks.
Ryhir nods. "That would prolly be best. But I think we should see if perhaps there is a place nearby we could bury our lost soul here..." he says, pointing towards the fallen form of The Storm.
"Agreed." replies Lady Yeesha. "Cedric, can you, Amelios and Aurik tend to the dead, once you've finished tending to the living?"
Ryhir says "I'd like to assist, Lady."
The Paladin nods distantly, "Yes. Would you aid the others in examining these items?"
"Of course." she replies.
Satisfied, Ryhir waits for the lootings to end, taking in the findings, and occasionally shooting a look towards the body awaiting it's final resting place.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Nov 01, 2005 1:18 pm
Aurik revives Amelios. ((Knight didn't have time...to post it.)) As Faralon handles the treaure, Cedric tends to the fallen solider. Removing him from his strange full plate and staring at him quietly for a long moment, "You will not be awoken again." The Paladin then begins gathering wood* and building a large pyre atop the fortress.
[*Search 15 + 2 = 17 | I'm assuming he finds some scattered around the fortress or just outside. If not, he'll summon the merchant and buy some.]

Posted by: Aldur Tue Nov 01, 2005 2:00 pm
The Cleric comes to, and stays rather quiet and distant, things obviously on his mind. He looks at the spoils and nods, saying nothing, and just leant against the wall with his eyes shut, thinking.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Nov 01, 2005 3:22 pm
((I can verify that as well Rusty Though maybe I should kill you for stealing my wand I'm kidding, of course It'll go well with Faralon, I think, whereas Damas could go a long time without using it. He likes his ice magic On that note, if we ever find a rod of frost, it's mine And…that is a fecking TON of money... Figures we'd hit the jackpot during a holiday like Halloween. I just hope I get enough after the money has been divided to get Damas a CON boosting item ))
[After the battle]
When the battle is finally over, Damas breathes a sigh of relief. The young sorcerer takes a look around him and he sees just how badly torn up some of his allies are. Knowing they are in good hands, however, he doesn't say much of anything. He turns his solemn gaze to the Storm for a moment and sighs, a faint trace of tears in his eyes. "May you finally rest..." he whispers, trailing off into what seems to be some sort of song. Those who know the elvish tongue might recognize it as a hymn, probably a prayer for the fallen to beseeching the gods to give them their rest. Where he learned it, no one would probably know unless they asked him. After this he moves to the treasury where the others had gone, pushing his long black hair away from his shoulders as he enters. When he spots Faralon sitting there, counting all of the money and appraising the items, his jaw almost falls right off of his face. "Rich cultists? Go figure..." Damas then pauses for a moment, noting Faralon's gleeful expression and chuckles to himself. "I must say, you look to be enjoying yourself Faralon."
Not long after that, Li pops out from inside of Damas' robes and crawls up onto his shoulder. Her beady eyes fly wide open and her little whiskers twitch at a rapid pace. "Master! Look at all of these shinies!"
"And it would appear my familiar has a love of shinies as well..." Damas says with a sigh. A sudden memory he has causes him to chuckle a bit, though it is a bit of a sad chuckle. "Valkana would be in heaven if she was here right now. Always did have a love of money and all things shiny." A few moments later, he realizes what he had just said and sighs. "I didn't mean to mention that...but I suppose it's too late to take it back now. If you're really that curious, ask me about it sometime..." he murmurs to no one in particular before he turns and leaves.
<>
Kethra stays where she is, pretty much glued to where she is standing for time moment. A great feeling of sadness and regret well up within her, as well as helplessness. She had tried as hard as she could to offer aid to her allies, but it was not good enough. Her attacks did little and she had fallen short not only of the others' expectations, but her own. While the others are going about their business, she finds a nice quiet spot to meditate for a little while.
[Later]
After everything is said and done, Damas finds a spot to sit down and relax, his stamina exhausted and his body faintly aching now. He seems distant like he has often been, but it should come as no surprise. After all, he had died and been brought back only mere hours ago, and did not really have to time to let all of it set in. The young mage wouldn't have much complaints about talking if someone else wanted to, but he starts no conversations and makes no effort to move from where he is for the time being.
<>
Kethra remains in her spot, though she is training now rather than meditating. Working for hours without stopping even once, she looks tired now but refuses to acknowledge it. Eventually she stops and stares at a wall for some time before pounding her fist into it. While it doesn't have much effect on the wall, it does have a bit of an effect on her. She cradles her injured hand gently in her good one and plops down on the ground again.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Nov 01, 2005 3:44 pm
Brand ignores the treasure-gathering, leaving it to the more mercenary of the group. Instead, he walks up and takes a quick flight around, both to check on his horse, and to scout for enemies. ((Spot check, d20 + 9))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Nov 01, 2005 4:18 pm
(((No comb. Too much.)) Amelios notes that Damas seems to be in a malaise. He walks over and sits beside the Sorceror. "It's an...odd feeling, isn't it? Falling in battle."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Nov 01, 2005 5:36 pm
((Just a note... I'm willing to share all my spoils. The spellbook, obviously, can be put to use by anyone who can cast the spells; Ashathel would also be willing to let another spellcaster wear the greaves while preparing their spells per day (assuming you only need to be wearing the greaves when you prepare the spell, and not continuously). Of course, it's likely only one other person can do such a thing; I'd reccomend Isyndel as well, because she's in almost the exact same position spell-wise as Ashathel.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Nov 01, 2005 6:03 pm
Brand sees no enemies in the vicinity.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Nov 01, 2005 8:24 pm
"Hmm?" Damas tilts his head up to see Amelios now sitting beside him. Not at all surprised about the kyantol's concern, he nods slowly while speaking in a somewhat solemn voice. "Yes, it is..." The sorcerer places a hand over his chest where the arrow had stuck him and his gaze becomes distant. "I feel like a fool for having fallen so quickly. It is just that...I was so concerned about taking as many of them out as I could...that I briefly forgot the common sense to seek cover, and paid for it. In those moments after I fell, the last thing I beheld was Isyndel, and my life flashed before my very eyes. Everything else except my memories and her suddenly flitted out of my mind... I truly thought I was going to die, but even in the face of death I attempted to remain calm for her sake." At the mention of Isyndel, his face turns red and he doesn't say anything else.
((And of course Amelios is going to be like "Huh?" "Tell me more!" Hopefully I can catch you online later))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Nov 01, 2005 8:36 pm
Later that day, Cedric approaches Faralon with a thoughtful expression on his face, "Faralon, I find myself troubled by the events of this day." Faralon quirks his brow, "Hmm?" "You have heard of many things. Do you know anything of beings that could do such things as we have witnessed here?" Cedric asks with a frown, "I know the legends of the Demons and Devils but...it was not a study I focused on."
Faralon looks confused, "Ah, do you mean the raising of the undead, or the controlling of the mind of the ancient soldier? You'll have to be more specific for me to answer your question."
"Neither, I am curious about the nature of our enemy themselves." Cedric replies.
"Ah...The nature of evil's existence. I guess I could explain to you of tails I've heard of demons and devils. Demons are fierce monsters, wild and evil. They will stop at nothing for their desire to see destruction. They attack other beings, even other demons, as they enjoy it. Truly, demons are very scary..." Faralon shudders the thought of one.
Faralon continues, "Devils on the other hand are very conniving foes. They will take advantage of others and make them do their dirtywork. Devils are full of trickery, but they also enjoy pain and suffering of others. They are both equally evil - just in different ways."
"Luckily, they're not of this world. They have their own 'plane' of existence. As long as no passage is opened to link this world with theirs, we shouldn't need to worry about them. But...I don't know if these 'Strife Lords' are devils or not.." Faralon looks down, "That would not be good if they were..."
Cedric frowns, "Ah... I have heard of planes before among the clergy but I did not realize that fiends originated from elsewhere."
Faralon shakes his head, "Not just fiends. There are other planes where good beings exist, as well. Some believe they will join those beings in that plane when they pass from this realm. There are many planes - many of which I know nothing of, yet."
Cedric rubs his chin, "Good beings from other...planes. I wonder why we have not seen them, so much evil has assaulted us here. Even the power of the Goddess is waning."
Faralon sighs, "I don't doubt that we are the only ones that are being affected by these 'Strife Lords'. I've heard some problems have been happening in Guardiana. It's entirely possible that that is also linked to the Strife Lords, and that is what concerns me." Faralon shrugs worriedlu, "As for good growing weak...I cannot say. Maybe they are or maybe they're not. I don't know the gods well enough to make such a judgment."
Cedric nods, "Yes... Disturbing times... Thank you my friend, I have a feeling that we will discuss this matter again.

Posted by: Rusty Tue Nov 01, 2005 10:16 pm
*Faralon uses the scroll to summon Derrik, after telling the group the total of the miscellaneous supplies they uncovered in the fort.* "Holy hell! You guys took out The Storm?" Derrik says, his eyes wandering to the body. "That's amazing! That guy wiped out armies by himself in the final wars!" Derrik chuckles and rubs his hands together. "Boy, did I bet on the right horses... Aw man, too bad you don't have any centaurs, I could've made such a joke from that..."
*Faralon smirks.* Faralon: "Well, perhaps it's for the better. Yes, we've got a few items here, and..." *Faralon motions to the large assortment.* Faralon: "I've valued these items at eighty five thousand, eight hundred and fifty gold myself. We also have this axe here to sell, as well."
"That's a lot of cash... I'll see what I can do. This transaction will be easier if you have anything you'd like to buy. That way we can exchange some items and I won't have to sift through a mountain of coins," Derrik states. "That is to say, would you like to make a purchase?"
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Though this would not doubt be coming from my personal funds...First, I would like a new bow. My last...well...It's seen better days."
"Certainly. What sort of bow would you like?" Derrik asks.
*Faralon smiles.* Faralon: "I was talking with my gnome friend regarding 'robots'. I'd like a magic bow specifically designed to battle them. Do you have any of those?"
((Looking for a Mighty Composite Longbow of Construct Bane +1. 7,200.))
"Certainly. In exchange for that amethyst chalice?" Derrik asks, pointing to the cup. "Well, your bow and 800 gold. Must not forget the discount."
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Of course. I might also want this new armor enchanted. I think that would be a good trade for this diamond tiara and that set of pearls with the Ivory pipes there?"
((To a +1. 900. Those items equal the price.))
"Certainly," Derrik says, extending a hand. "I'll have those to you in five hours."
*Faralon nods, handing the items to Derrik.* Faralon: "Of course."
((0 to Zook
0 to Castor
0 to Van
0 to Aurik
0 to Ryhir
0 to Ashathel
0 to Rhizor
0 to Gabriel
0 to Kyoji
1,000 to Amelios
6,850 to Faralon
7,500 to Merkass
9,000 to Kethra
10,000 to Cedric
10,000 to Damas
10,000 to Elias
10,000 to Brand
10,000 to Laika
10,000 to Isyndel
Red = zero, Green = partial, Blue = full
-350 fee for transportation, +3,500 into the party fund, +718 from Faralon. The party fund now has 10,491.
Sound fair?))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Nov 01, 2005 11:52 pm
Cedric recieves his share of the gold. [Edit: CEDRIC BUYS NOTHING. NOTHING.]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Nov 02, 2005 4:12 am
((The rest of the conversation <_<)) The cleric spreads his hands in a sympathetic gesture. "I fell too. I was too obsessed with killing the abominations that I failed to look at personal safety. Seems I have far to go as a tactician." The Kyantol chuckled a little at his statement and then looked slyly over at Damas, a mild grin on his face. "I see...So It's Isyndel now? My, my. No more...Valkana then? Moving on is a good thing."
Damas' eyes widen and his face turns a deeper shade of red. "You were right with what you said. I cannot live my life to its fullest unless I leave the past where it belongs. Valkana was important to me, but I've accepted that we may never see each other again, and that things can never be the way the once were between us." He shifts nervously, his gaze shifting to Isyndel for a moment. "Isyndel is beautiful and kind, when she wants to be, but she herself doesn't seem to see it... She seems very reserved to me, almost like she wants to keep others away for some reason. Whether it is a dislike for men, a disinterest in relations, or no self confidence...I can't really say..."
Amelios chuckles and sighs, taking a deep breath. "Well, she seems to like Study and books. Mayhap you could try to find some common ground? But your spells are found differently. Still, the nature of magic itself doesn't change! You could always discuss theory. And she’s somewhat used to better surroundings maybe? I dunno, maybe she still needs more time around people to interact better. I recall you needed the same if you happen to remember the map room..."
"Oh, I remember. It's hard to believe so much time has passed since then. How time flies when you're having fun, eh?" Damas says sarcastically. "So, Isyndel likes books... That's something we have in common. She studies for her spells, while my power comes from within. It flows in my blood, and is a part of my very soul. The nature of arcane magic is the same, so I'm sure we could find things to talk about." He sighs. "I can imagine she's used to being comfortable, not having things try to kill her at near every turn."
Amelios nods quietly, flashing a rueful smile. "Aren't we all used to that? However, this quest gets only more dangerous. Still, we must find the prince before the cult does what it has planned to him. I believe Haste is what we require. I wish you luck with Isyndel, She is indeed quite fetching, though I still believe that you'd be better trying to Seduce Zeon..." He chuckles a little at his own joke.
"Seduce her?" Damas questions, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't seducing what Faralon does best? I'm no good at that. For all my good looks I don't have a way with words at all."
"Then I would suggest talking to the Bard. He certainly does have a way with words. And I'm sure he could help you with that type of problem. And talking is better than moping here in the corner!" The Cleric looks somewhat sternly at the sorcerer.
Damas shrinks back. "You're sounding like my mother, which is rather scary."
Amelios chuckles heartily and shrugs nonchantly. "Mother's have good advice usually."
Damas chuckles lightly. "There is not much use in arguing the point further then, is there?"
((More character scenes and purchases to come soon. I need to know whether or not items can be upgraded or imbued with new powers without actually buying the new weapon. First question is for a weapon. Would it cost the full price it would if you were to buy it or just to cost to apply the bonus or ability to it? Same for protective items... Is it full price of the next item for upgrade, or the difference between the two?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Nov 02, 2005 5:02 am
((Cost for item upgrade is the difference between the cost of the upgrade and what the item already is. Example: Longsword+1 to +2 would be 6,000. (8,000-2,000.) ))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Nov 02, 2005 8:27 am
*Faralon walks down the hall, his curiosity getting the better of him as he explores the fort.* Amelios frowns and follows after the bard, Calling out his name, "Faralon!" *Faralon turns his head, sighing.* Faralon: "What's wrong?" Amelios frowns, noting the sigh. "Nothing really. But I should like come along if you are exploring deeper, that is...if you don't mind?" He looked pleasantly back at the bard.
*Faralon nods silently.* Faralon: "Not that I think we'd come across any trouble, but, it would be a good idea I suppose. Keep your eye out for anything unusual, of course."
Amelios nods, and remains silent, following after the bard into the depth of the eerie fort, his sharp Kyantol eyes and ear's on the alert.
*Eventually, Faralon stumbles across a few cellar doors. He turns his head to face Amelios for a moment.*
Faralon: "Do you think the Chaos Cult really keeps prisoners?"
Amelios' face darkens a little and he sighs. "I would not put much past this cult. However, from what that priest said, they do like to brainwash, so I would assume so. Shall we check?"
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "They're probably locked, though..."
Amelios nods. And then stops to think. "Let's try to find a key, failing that, we'll break it down."
((Search checks failed))
Amelios frowns after not finding a key.He looks at Faralon "Shall we try to break it down?"
Kyoji arrives shortly.
"Yes? What do you need?" he asks.
Faralon: "There are people in there. Enemies of the Chaos Cult, no doubt. Can you pick the locks?"
"I believe so. One moment," Kyoji says as he withdraws a thin wire from his belt.
((Pick Lock check passed))
Kyoji works at the lock and soon, you hear an audible *click*
"It is opened."
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Good. There was also breathing coming from that door, I believe."
Amelios smiles as the door Swings open and he quickly enters, looking around for the occupant. And to see if He or She requires Aid.
Faralon: "A dragonman? Ah...A..holy dragonman?" ((Bardic Knowledge check: 17 - passed; Knowledge (Religion) check: 24 - passed))
The dragonman groans a bit as he's roused into consciousness by the sudden sound of the door to his cell being opened. His eyes flutter open as he slowly looks up, expecting to find his captors returned for further torment. An expression of surprise forms, however, when he finds not his captors, but a group of unknown faces with equally unknown voices grouped around the doorway. "Who...are you? What happened to the guards?"
Amelios grins. "He's a monk by the looks of things...A member of...Let's see. Ah yes! The Guardians of the Divine Order. The poor devil looks in need of aid...Perhaps I should heal him." ((Knowledge (Religion) check: 24 - passed))
The cleric bends over the fallen monk casting Cure light wounds.
Faralon: "We've taken care of them...How did a monk like you get involved with the Chaos Cult?" ((Diplomacy check: 15 - passed))
The Kyantol chuckled, as the Draconic Monk seemed to be better. He stood up again. "We took care of them as my friend said. Can you stand?"
He frowns. "I was travelling with a caravan as protection against highway thieves, when we were ambushed by what I assumed to be members of some form of slave trade. I tried to fend them off, but was blindsided and lapsed into unconsciousness. When I awoke, I found myself chained to this wall, as you see me now..." He rattles one chain to emphasize his statement.
Faralon: "Slave trade? Interesting...Do you know if anyone else is being held here?" *Faralon quirks his brow.*
geddis the hero (11:03:44 PM): Amelios nodded and then looked at the chains, and then to Faralon and Kyoji. " Can't you do something about that first?"
Jokulligr furrows his brow thoughtfully. "Hmmm...I believe so. I did not see any other members of the caravan be captured, but I have heard voices other than that of the captors when that despicable Priest would enter one of the other cells..."
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Kyoji, let's see if we can determine which cell that other prisoner is in."
((12 listen check from Faralon, 17 from Amelios...Natural 17 from Kyoji, whatever that translates to.))
Kyoji and Amelios both point to the same cell at the same time and say, "There's someone in that cell."
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Well, I guess we'll open that one, too."
"Should I unchain him? He might be a spy," Kyoji states.
RustySFC (11:09:33 PM): Faralon: "Hmm...Good point...But..."
RustySFC (11:10:48 PM): Faralon: "We'll wait until after we open this door at least, then."
Kyoji moves over to the second door and begins to pick the lock.
((Natural 20.))
Kyoji deftly picks the lock, opening the door within seconds.
The dragonman frowns at the implication made, but realizing the suspicions to be natural, lapses into a relaxed state in a form of slient reflection when the strangers disappear from sight.
*As light penetrates the cell, it illuminates a gaunt figure towards the back corner of the cell. Her head is turned down so a splash of brown hair hides her face. Her feet lay on the cold, damp ground, her legs pulled up to her chest; she is attached to chains. She's wearing a finely cut dress that would've otherwise been stunning, if it were not torn and dirty.*
*Faralon's eyes lit up, a bit surprised.* Faralon: "Ah...a girl? Is she awake?"
"You might try asking her that. She's right there," Kyoji replies.
*Faralon smirks as he approaches her, crouching down.* Faralon: "I suppose I could." *Faralon looks at the girl, looking to see if she's breathing.* Faralon: "Hello?"
The woman's chest rises and falls with steady enough breathing, but not too slow or too steady for her to be sleeping. She does not respond.
Faralon: "We're not of the Chaos Cult, ma'am. We've taken care of them. They shouldn't trouble you now."
Her head shakes slowly, sadly, occasionally revealing a fine milky complexion. "No lies. Have you finally come for me?" Her voice, although dry and weak, sounds as though she may have a beautiful voice in better days.
"We did not know there were prisoners here," Kyoji states. "So it would be erroneous to say we were coming for you. But now that we are here, you are free."
*Faralon smiles.* Faralon: "Some could argue that fate brought us here."
"Yes, and they'd be wasting valuable time and breath doing so."
*Faralon sighs.* Faralon: "Can you get these chains off of her?"
"I hate to say it, but she might be a spy as well," Kyoji states.
She still refuses to look up, keeping her face to the ground. Her voice is steady and resolute, although her feet shuffly slightly against the ground. "You will not fool me. Touch me if you must, but do not lie to me."
"We should have Cedric check them both for signs of taint..." Kyoji says looking the two over.
((Spot check from Kyoji...Natural 18.))
"They're both malnourished... They need food," Kyoji states, turning to Amelios. "Amelios, go and get rations from the stockpile. And water."
*Faralon looks at the girl, shaking his head.* Faralon: "You really think she would be an enemy? Well...If you think it best...Umm, lady, we are not lying. Could you tell us how long you have been here?"
Amelios nods and leaves.
"I do not think so, but I would not put anything past our enemy," Kyoji says.
*Faralon frowns at the thought.* Faralon: "Trickery is certainly a devil's trap. We will wait, I suppose..."
Kyoji turns to the two. "I do apologize for this, but we must be certain of your intention. We have a paladin of Mitula with us that can see the color of your soul. If you are not cultists, you have nought to fear."
For the first time the woman looks up, her hair falling around her face in a wild manner, her eyes showing signs of confusion.
"I believe the paladin is busy burying the dead at the moment. In the meantime, why don't you eat when Amelios returns?" Kyoji asks. "What are your names? I am Kyoji Kumoriken."
The dragonman smiles slightly at this statement. "I do not speak for anyone else, but you need not apologize to me for your suspicions. I understand the reasoning behind them, and am content to wait. After all, what is a few more minutes until freedom after two days in a light-less cell?"
*Faralon looks into the woman's eyes, curiously.* Faralon: "...And why did the Chaos Cult make you their captive? Were you the woman I heard about before?"
Kyoji shakes his head. "I'm sure she knows exactly what you mean by that... Faralon, how is she supposed to know what you heard?"
*Faralon blushes.* Faralon: "Sorry...It's been a rather long day."
The woman drops her gaze from Faralon's eyes, unable to hold it. "Fine, I'll play your game. They have intentions for me. Both as a slave and of the sexual nature. I served a use to them that others did not."
He begins to reply to the one questioning him, but is halted by a fit of coughing, the lack of water during his time in the cell hindering his ability to speak despite his attempts to overcome it.
*Faralon's eyes open wide.* Faralon: "I'm sorry, that's not what I was referring to...I wasn't trying to play a game..." *Faralon seems rather flustered.*
Amelios returns at this time, bearing two waterskins and two bags of dried meat, fruit, and bread. He hands one skin and bag to both of the prisoners. "There you are. I'm going to see if I can't find Cedric and help him. That way, he'll get here faster and we can get this sorted out," Amelios says, turning to leave.
*Faralon: "Ah...the woman I was thinking of wields a two-handed sword and wears armor. I only thought of her as I knew she was heading in this general area. Sorry for assuming..."
The monk bows his head in appreciation for the gift before drinking from the waterskin, grateful for the much-needed refreshment. He stops to breathe after a moment before partaking of the food given to him as well.
"So what are your names? What are you doing in this fort?", Kyoji asks.
The woman resists partaking of the food and water provided, not trusting the ones who gave it to her. "I am a woman, I am known to wear armor, and I can use a two-handed sword. You speak of many women."
*Faralon shakes his head.* Faralon: "Many women meeting that description in this area? I guess I need to study this area further, then."
Faralon: "Now, we've given you food. The least you could do is give us your names."
"Acacia. They call me Acacia.", the woman responds.
The dragonman stops eating when questioned and looks up at them. "Ah, you are most right. You seem trustworthy enough, so I do not believe there is any need to withhold that much from you, at least. I am known as Jokulligr."
*Faralon smiles.* Faralon: "Lovely name...Ah, pleased to meet you both. You're a monk, right, Jokulligr? What deity do you follow?"
Jokulligr nods, smiling softly. "That I am, good fellow. I am a loyal follower of that which proceeds all else, The Light itself."
((Bardic Knowledge...10 total.))
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "The Light. I see. Would you mind telling me of the Light? It could help pass the time."
"Before that, how did you come to be here?" Kyoji asks.
Jokulligr looks to the one calling himself Kyoji. "Well, I already explained how I came to be here. If you are asking why...well, I can only assume the Priest had ill intentions for us."
Kyoji: "I meant Acacia."
*Faralon looks over to Acacia.* Faralon: "From her reaction earlier, I think it's easy to guess how she ties along with his story, Kyoji."
"Perhaps, but I want to hear it from her lips."
Acacia continues to stare into space, her eyes empty.
*Faralon glances at Acacia.* Faralon: "Please tell us the truth."
"You made me watch while you killed them all. Then you come in here playing games with me, offering me food and water, just so you can make me relive what you did to me? What do you want?"
Acacia's eyes begin to waver, watery, as she stares fixedly at a point on the floor.
Faralon: "We're not of the Chaos Cult...They are our enemies. Be glad we were fortunate to find you. When Cedric comes, you will know we can be trusted, and we shall know if you can be, as well."
*Faralon turns to Kyoji.* Faralon: "Is this really necessary?"
((Sense motive I think from Kyoji? Natural 16.))
"She appears to be traumatized..." Kyoji murmurs, shaking his head. "It's against my better judgment, but perhaps if we unchained her she wouldn't feel so... Full of despair?"
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Unchain her, if you can. Maybe she will then realize we're not her enemies."
Kyoji moves towards Acacia's locks, picks in hand.
((Natural 1, then 18.))
Kyoji bends to pick the lock, but Acacia jerks away and the pick is torn from his hands.
"Do you want me to free you or not?" Kyoji asks plainly.
"I want you to do whatever you intend to do to me here. I will not grant you the pleasure of anywhere nicer.", responds Acacia.
Faralon: "We're merely removing you from your binds. Is that a problem?"
"I don't intend to do anything to you," Kyoji states. "I will let you decide. Do you want me to unbind you? Do you wish to eat and or drink? What do you want to do?" Kyoji asks. "Jokulligr, can you see this woman?" Kyoji asks, turning. "Was she from your caravan?"
Jokulligr nods without having to adjust in his position to better see the fellow prisoner. "Yes, I recognize the name and voice, now that the doors aren't muffling it. She was indeed a member of the caravan."
"Leave me in peace to mourn what you have done." Her whole body looks as though she has given up on living. In the past two days, she's begun to shut down.
*Faralon shakes his head.* Faralon: "Cedric couldn't allow that. Kyoji, I have a better idea. She seems very stubborn - maybe even delusional. Why don't we let out Jokulligr instead?"
Faralon: "When she sees that no harm comes to him, only aid, maybe then she will trust us."
The dragonman thinks to himself for a moment, then speaks up so he can be better heard in the other cell. "Lady Acacia? Can you hear me?"
The woman winces at being addressed in that manner once again. It was not her place to respond to one such as the dragonman. "Jokulligr? I saw you upon the ground, bloodied. Please, are there others?"
Jokulligr frowns uncertainly at her reply. "I cannot say for certain, milady, but if you ask my honest opinion, I fear they did not make it." He bows his head in an almost repentant gesture. "I apologize for failing in my duty to protect the caravan from such a fate."
"But..." Kyoji sighs. "Very well. I doubt this is a trap anyway. It doesn't feel right."
Kyoji moves to unlock Jokulligr's bonds and set him free.
((Natural 2.))
"Blasted pick must've bent..." Kyoji mutters as he fails his first attempt.
(Natural 3.))
Faralon: "Would you like some help with that?"
Kyoji: "Come on..."
(Natural 14.)
Kyoji: "There. It's done."
Faralon: "Good. You are free, Jokulligr." Faralon: "But please remain here for the moment, if you will. Cedric will not be long now."
Finally freed from the shackles, Jokulligr rises to his feet, rubbing his wrists where he was once bound. He nods in response to the request for him to remain, then exits his cell and enters that of Acacia.
Acacia refuses to look at the dragonman, her voice drowning in despair. "What of me now?"
*Faralon nods to Jokulligr as he enters.* Faralon: "Would you like to be freed of your binds as well?"
He frowns at her querie. "I do not know, milady. Those who were responsible for the unfortunate demise of the others have apparently been dealt with already." He then notices the food and water that had been brought to her. "...but might I suggest we take care of your present condition first? You appear in need of sustenance. Please accept what these kind people have offered you, lest you too depart from this mortal coil."
"Maybe that is what is best? There is no more, for if what they say is true, even vengeance has been taken from me."
*Faralon's eyes remain fixated upon the woman.* Faralon: "I may not follow the Light myself, but I do know that she should be fed and released, whether she wishes to be or not. She will eat and be free."
The monk shakes his head at her words. "Nay, milady. It is never best for one to end their own life. It is a great gift bestowed upon us by The Light, and should not be forsaken. It is tragic that the other members of the caravan are no longer with us, but I do believe they would not want you to give up on life so easily, just as I believe you know this to be true."
"If you wish vengeance, then you have nothing to fear. This is not the only cultist base from what we hear. You are a warrior?" Kyoji asks.
Acacia's eyes begin to drip as the tears finally make their escape. She buries her face into her knees, her fingernails tightening into her dress, tearing tiny holes in the fabric. With a sudden jerk, she convulses twice before her first sob escapes.
Faralon: "Kyoji, could you search for her items? If she is indeed a warrior, they should be somewhere, shouldn't they? I don't imagine the cult had enough time to sell them." Faralon: "We should probably give her a few minutes."
Jokulligr nods in response to this and turns to leave, but looks back as he reaches the door. "Be strong, Lady Acacia. Continue living in honor and rememberance of those who can no longer do so themselves." With that, he exits.
"Agreed," Kyoji says. "These two's possessions are probably mixed with the equipment we recovered, though. Without knowing what they had, I can't say what is theirs and ours."
Faralon: "We have more than enough gold to pay them back, I'm sure."
Jokulligr chuckles a bit, calling out from the hallway. "All I require are a day's worth of rations of food and water, and a simple pouch for holding components I may need for casting spells. Nothing more."
*Faralon, Kyoji and Jokulligr leave momentarily to give Acacia some space. When they return, Cedric arrives and uses Detect Evil. He then pronounces both the dragonman and the woman clean.*
Faralon: "Good. Let's remove those chains from her, now."
*Kyoji unlocks Acacia. She does not put up any resistance.*
Faralon: "Well, she may have trouble walking. Jokulligr, she seems to trust you most. Would you mind carrying her?"
*I don't think the group would trust me to carry her...*
He shakes his head. "Not at all. If she has no objection, that is."
*At this point, the woman falls into unconsciousness from exhaustion. The group heads back to the hall where the rest of the force is.*
((Bolt and I worked together on this. Could we get an even split instead of just one person getting 100? Thankees.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Nov 02, 2005 3:19 pm
She sighed. Audibly and intentionally the Wizardess sighed, in fact, and plopped down alone sometime later. The woman desperately wanted a bath among all things, and only slightly less than she wanted to look at the spellbook found amongst the ruins of the battle.
They all flustered about doing all sorts of things. Isyndel watched quietly with Sleet, occasionally turning her eyes to Damas from time to time. She fought the sudden softness that overtook them each time she did so.
Those words he said would eventually come back to haunt them both she knew; words that the lot of them were completely unaware of. Her body ravaged in fatigue and her mind feeling even more disorganized than before, she sighed. Audibly and intentionally she sighed once more, before finally closing her eyes to ignore everything around her. Sleet rubbed against her leg, watching her before turning to watch everyone else suspiciously.

Posted by: Century Wed Nov 02, 2005 3:37 pm
~Elias found himself lost amongst the party again, the short interval between immense battles wearing his stamina to the ground. His belief in the goals of his party soared, but his integration was, as always, lacking~ ~HE made his way over to Derrick, the new hoarde of gold added to his collection. He thought it was about time to make use of his strengths as a warrior as well as that of a wizard, and knew that at least some armour would help him immenesely~
(( Can I grab a mithral chain shirt?? Which is like 1100 gold.... And a shortspear +2, which would be 8,302, I think... ))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Nov 02, 2005 5:16 pm

QUOTE (Rusty @ Wed Nov 02, 2005 8:27 am)
*Faralon, Kyoji and Jokulligr leave momentarily to give Acacia some space. When they return, Cedric arrives and uses Detect Evil. He then pronounces both the dragonman and the woman clean.*

Cedric is found atop the fortress, organizing and aiding in the construction of two pyres. The smaller is atop the tower where the group originally sat down, the larger is below and with the aid of the fighters, Cedric is placing the remains of their living enemies onto them. During the pyre building, he reclaimed his manacles from the dead priest. The Storm is already laid upon the smaller upper pyre.
Amelios finds Cedric helping out the burial of the dead and the Cleric clears his throat quietly to get the paladin's attention. He nods to Cedric. "We have found two people locked up in the dungeons...And Kyoji is reluctant to unshackle them until he knows their alignment...Shall I help you finish this and then we shall go down to them?"
Cedric looks to Amelios, "I shall accompany you, I will ask Aurik to purify these dead with the fire of Volcanon later."
As the pair begin their descent into the fortress, Cedric looks at Amelios with concern, "Are you well my friend? I heard that you fell during the last battle, thank the Goddess for the staff that revived you."
The Priest of Mitula nods at the Paladin. "very well then..." He then begins to lead Cedric deeper into the fortress and grins wistfully at the concern of the Paladin. "I am...fine. Though I do feel somewhat more...drained? It feels like I am slightly weaker or something, but no matter. It was my stupidity. I failed to take into account the reach of the monsters, being so caught up in trying to exterminate them. I have a ways to go in tactics yet it seems!"
Cedric nods, "You were not the only one to make that mistake, Kethra in particular was not mindful of their reach." As the two step through the dark interior of the fortress, Cedric frowns at the slain Renders, "I'm not certain what to do with their remains. They are too large to be moved with ease... I wonder how they got in here in the first place."
Amelios nods and thinks about the problem a few moments, his footfalls echoing around him. The Cleric didn't really care for places like this very often. "I suppose you could just burn them...I'd be reluctant to just leave their corpses lying around."
Cedric nods, "Which brings to bear another thought of mine, we should destroy this fortress once and for all. Perhaps we can purchase something for that aim from Derrik."
Amelios frowns and shakes his head. "I do not think that would be wise. After all, once this cult is dealt with, soldiers could man this fortress...however, I do believe they did that before. But you know, I do not like wanton destruction like this. I'd like to think that would be a last resort."
Cedric glances at Amelios with an arched eyebrow, "You do know the history of this place, do you not? It was built by evil forces for the sole purpose of slaying the forces of light. Since its creation it has always been a center of darkness and defilement. Did you hear the words of the priest that blinded you? They view this place as sacred to their dark religion..." Cedric frowns as the two descend into the dungeon, "If evil will rise again and again from this place, let us cast it down." Cedric grows silent as the two enter the dank depths of the dungeon.
Peace and assurance surrounds Cedric, his mere presence encouraging the hearts of those who behold him. If it were not for this, his massive armored figure would be daunting. He glances around the dark cells solemnly, looking at Amelios meaningfully, "We can raise a holy tower in its place."
Cedric pauses as he reaches Jokulligr, Faralon, and Kyoji. His eyes narrow slightly as he looks over the monk.
[Detect Evil]
"I do not sense the taint of evil on this one." Cedric looks to Faralon, "Where is the other?" Guided by the others, Cedric enters the cell of Acacia and comes to a stop, glancing back at the others, his voice a incredulous whisper, "You freed the monk but left the woman imprisoned? Surely you can see which one if tainted would be the greater threat." Shaking his head, Cedric examines the woman for a moment.
[Detect Evil]
[Diplomacy 10 + 14 = 24]
"I sense no evil from her." The Paladin states as he swiftly moves forward, kneeling besides the woman and looking into her face with concern, "Tormented one, fear not deceit. Hope has come from Cypress." The Paladin glances at Kyoji, "Kyoji, free her at once. Amelios, tend to her wounds as I am not able to."
The Paladin looks over the dungeon once more then follows the others from the foul place.
[Search 11 + 2 = 13]

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Nov 02, 2005 7:33 pm
((Brand will purchase +2 Elven chainmail (Total cost, 8150. He will purchase 1500 gp worth of of things to sell later, and leave the rest in his pouch. Total purchases, 9650, leaving 350 free)) Brand walks down the stairwell, seeking out the paladin. "I could find no signs of enemies in the surrounding areas, Cedric. What are your plans from here?" Then his eyes made out the form of the woman and the dragonman, and his eyes narrowed. "They kept prisoners? Surely they wouldn't have kept their own so malnourished."

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Nov 02, 2005 7:54 pm
Cedric nods to Brand, "Wise thinking... I doubt that they expected us to be so successful." The Paladin looks towards the monk and unconcious woman, "Yes, that is true of the woman. The monk does not seem in such dire need." Cedric shakes his head, looking back to the flying warrior, "Lady Yeesha believes that we should spend the night here and recover from the battle. On the morrow, we continue on deeper into Iom."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Nov 02, 2005 8:17 pm
((Thanks, TUM ^_^ Behold my shopping list! [Damas] Amulet of Health +2 (+2 bonus to Constitution) - 4000 gp Upgrade Bracers of Armor to +2 - 3000 gp
Cloak of Charisma (+2 bonus to Charisma) - 4000 gp, 2 lbs.
Total after discount: 9900 gp
[Kethra]
Upgrade Ring of Protection to +2 - 6000 gp
Amulet of Natural Armor +1 - 2000 gp
Upgrade Bracers of Armor to +2 - 3000 gp
Total after discount: 9900 gp
That should be it ^_^ Hopefully I’ll get in those character scenes I wanted…))

Posted by: Aldur Wed Nov 02, 2005 8:51 pm
(( I wants more goodies... ; ; )) Amelios puts a hand gently on the Woman's shoulder and casts Cure Light wounds, hoping it would make her feel better.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Nov 02, 2005 8:52 pm

QUOTE (Aldur @ Wed Nov 02, 2005 8:51 pm)
(( I wants more goodies... ; ; )) Amelios puts a hand gently on the woman...

((...))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Nov 02, 2005 9:04 pm
"I'm not so sure spending the night here would be wise." Brand says, frowning. "The Storm had time to prepare for us. He might have warned his leaders of our arrival. This fortress is a deathtrap, one they know and we do not. We might easily become trapped here, especially if they send the Silence or another like him. And," he adds with a grimace, "I don't like the feel of this place. The sooner it is shattered down to the very foundations, the happier I'll be. Failing that, the sooner I don't have to feel its taint under my talons, the happier I'll be."

Posted by: Rusty Wed Nov 02, 2005 9:15 pm
((Earlier, in response to Cedric.)) *Faralon shakes his head.* : "Kyoji tried to release her upon my request, but she would not allow it." === ((Now.))
: "We really don't have a choice but to spend the night. You can stay on watch, if you wish, but we can't possibly press on. Most of the force is tired. Both Damas and Amelios died today, if you'll remember, and we have rescued two malnourished prisoners - one of which is unconscious as we speak. I would rather spend the night in the enemy's fortress where I am slightly weary than in the wilderness where I am to be absolutely exhausted. I'm sure many others feel the same. Whether we wish to press on or not, we simply cannot right now. An exhausted warrior is as good as dead, anyway."

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Nov 02, 2005 9:20 pm
Cedric nods, "In truth I agree with you but... The group is weary and there is much yet to do here." The Paladin nods to Faralon, "I fear we have no choice."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Nov 02, 2005 10:32 pm
((All purchases approved.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Nov 02, 2005 10:53 pm
Brand eyes Faralon with distaste. "You risk death for the sake of comfort? An exhausted warrior might make a mistake, but a warrior who willingly sleeps in a location known to an enemy, especially one with as questionable defensive value as this place, that fool lives on the enemy's whim. And our enemy is more unpredictable than most, and remember that neither his mechanical nor his undead legions need sleep. If he has any forces within 8 hours march of us, and he cares to remove us, we will not see another sunset."
"We have carts for the unconscious girl. Amelios and Damas are alive at the moment. I'd rather keep them, and us, in that state if you don't mind."
Brand looks back to Cedric. "I've made my thoughts known. Do what you wish. I'll be scouting above." And the birdman turns to leave.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Nov 02, 2005 11:04 pm
Cedric approaches Derrik and nods in greetings, "We are discussing destroying this stronghold of evil once and for all. I was wondering if you had an item that we might be able to lease from you or perhaps if you knew of a spell scroll that we could purchase for the desired effect?"
"You wanna level the fort? Why not ask Yeesha? She's a powerful archmage and all," Derrik says, then shakes his head. "Or has her condition gotten even worse?"
Cedric arches an eyebrow at this, "That thought had not occurred to me, perhaps because as you noted the Lady Yeesha seems grievously stricken with illness at times. I will speak to her..." He smiles as he turns away, "Thank you for perhaps saving us some of our funds."
Cedric seeks out the archwizardess, "Lady Yeesha, we have been discussing this matter of this fort and we believe that this dark fortress should be cast down once and for all."
"All right... It's a large fort. I can damage it with my magic, but I don't think I can blow it up alone. What about some bombs? Can't Zook whip some up?" Yeesha asks.
Cedric nods, "Perhaps, I will discuss the matter with him but he is busy repairing his device." The Paladin frowns, "How is your injury? Derrik implied that it was...possibly worsening."
Yeesha frowns. "I didn't make the connection until Faralon brought it up, but it acts up every time I use magic... I fear it might be getting worse every time I cast, and to be truthful, I'm afraid I might have to stop casting alltogether if these keeps up... To a mage, that's almost worse than death..."
[Knowledge(Religion): 9 + 4 = 13]
Cedric's face is filled with concern, "This is much more serious that I had thought. Lady Yeesha, perhaps it would be best if you returned to Cypress and seek aid from the Lady Sarah." The Paladin lays a hand on the shoulder on the archwizardess, looking at her with firm compassion, "You will serve no one if you fall. I will lead the party in your place and find the prince."
"No, I will remain on for a bit longer. I'm still holding out," Yeesha states, "But I thank you for your concern."
[Diplomacy 17 + 14 = 31]
[Knowledge(Nobility) 10 + 4 = 14]
Cedric looks at her firmly, "Even if it costs your ability to manifest magic? Would the Prince demand such a sacrifice?" The Paladin sighs and rubs his beard thoughtfully, "If we obtained a means of contacting you from Derrik could you not find some magical method of reaching us once we locate the Prince? Until then you could seek aid for your injury." Cedric glances towards the merchant, "Actually...is there some way of creating a scroll to summon you?"
"Cedric, trust me. I'll be fine," Yeesha says. "I started this and I intend to finish it. If I refrain from extensive casting then I should be all right. A scroll to summon me? I suppose it might be possible... Egress modified to a keyed enchanted... I guess that's how Derrik did it..." Yeesha says, rubbing her chin.
Cedric frowns with slight displeasure but nods, "Very well, if that is your decision. I would ask that you no longer aid us in combat unless it is absolutely necessary." The Paladin crosses his arms, "Now, you know of any items or spell scrolls that Derrik might be able to provide that would enable us to cast down this tower?"
"Very well," Yeesha nods. "A meteor swarm or two might do the trick, but what about Zook?"
[Knowledge(Religion) 12 + 4 = 16]
Cedric frowns, "I recall a spell used by powerful clerics that would cause the earth to quake... However, I doubt that any among us could cast such a spell even from a scroll." Determination is evident on the face of the Paladin, "There has to be a way, I will speak to Zook. I will not leave this dark place standing to ensnare others." Bowing slightly, the Paladin turns and walks away in search of Zook.

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Nov 02, 2005 11:11 pm
((Laika is buying... Ring of Protection +2 (8 000) Belt of Ogre Power (4 000) 2x Potion of Cure Serious wounds (1 500) Subtotal = 13 500
Total 12 150))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Nov 02, 2005 11:25 pm
Damas takes Amelios' advice from earlier and seeks Faralon out. When he finally does find the bard, he finds Brand lecturing him. "I did indeed die today, and it was rather frightening, but I will be fine. Personally, I would rather not die again, especially in my sleep. We should get as far away from this foul place as we are able, because Brand is quite right. They could easily send more after us, and we do not know this place as well." The young sorcerer pauses for a moment. "Faralon, when we have the time, I would like to speak with you if that's alright?"
((Hoping to get this conversation rolling soon <_<))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Nov 03, 2005 1:10 am
Over the duration of the events, Ashathel makes it very clear that he needs to have a talk with Brand, Yeesha, Cedric, Kyoji, Faralon and Amelios.

Posted by: Rusty Thu Nov 03, 2005 1:51 am
((Sorry, I was teh busy. Hopefully I'll catch you on later. For now, I'm responding to those that spoke to Faralon directly.)) *Faralon calls out at the birdman who is leaving.* : "Risk death for comfort? Not at all. Everyone here is exhausted, including yourself. Don't be a fool! I can clearly see that the paranoia in this group is very high as of late. Kyoji wouldn't release a girl who was chained to the wall and malnourished, and you're convinced we're to be slaughtered in our sleep. Stay up if you want, but I'm fairly certain that we're much safer here than exhausting ourselves out in the wilderness!"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Nov 03, 2005 2:02 am
"I offered to free her after being fairly certain she was not a threat, but she refused..." Kyoji says with a frown.

Posted by: Aldur Thu Nov 03, 2005 2:10 am
"That's quite enough I think. Everyone is tired and somewhat angry. I do not believe it is wise to move from an empty enemy base in the unknown Wilderness when we are not at full strength. Futhermore, the anger that is emerging from your weariness is making us squabble like children! Something we do a little too much."
The Kyantol finished his statement to the nearby group in general. He then walked over to Faralon and Sighed. And he whispered to the elven bard...
"More often than not you give good council. However, I think that maybe you should think your statements out more. Else you may needlessly anger someone out of your own mistake."
Amelios then addressed the group again, grinning slightly this time. And he held up his armour.
"You all should feel happy and pround! You destroyed undead abominations and brought a tortured soul to rest! And also, You have all been rewarded for your gracious acts! Let us set up camp and be merry...yet also alert, as some of the things Brand says are with great Merit!"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Nov 03, 2005 3:04 am
"This place is unsettling, but I suppose that we do not have much of a choice. I would advise that we ward this area in some way, in addition to patrolling." Damas turns to Amelios and grins sheepishly at the priest. "Unfortunately, you are right Amelios. Though it is quite sad, it is the nature of mortals to say or do things they do not mean when they are angered, or under stress." The young sorcerer leans on his staff a bit, an undeniable feeling of weariness washing over him. "I do believe that I will go sit down for a while. The use of so much magic in a short period, and the temporary loss of my life seem to have effected my stamina." He bows his head politely and dismisses himself for the time being.
((Yes, hopefully ^_^))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Nov 03, 2005 3:36 am
--- Spot for Zookie ---Spot for Pyre ---Spot for Other Conversations Finally, the Paladin finds a secluded corner of the foul fortress and breaths deeply, weariness becoming visible on his face. He rests his head against the wall for a long moment, whispering solemnly to himself, "It weighs heavily upon me, this ancient sacrifice of blood. Glorious garments and honor did not await them after that final battle, yet they gave freely to protect all that lives. Now they walk again for a different master, the pestiferous exhalations of their defiled bodies an offense to their lives." The Paladin turns and leans his back against the wall, staring distantly into the dark interior of the fortress, "Their putrid fate in opposition to all that they lived and died for... Now tongues of flame purify and consume the offense, but does such a fate threaten all who devote themselves to preserving life?" Cedric drifts slowly to his knees, leaning heavily upon his hammer, "The dust besmear our gear and the filth of battle cover our brow... Our hearts are like caged eagles prevented from doing great deals of kindness by the flesh that imprisons us. We will ever be freed from this mortal cage? We will wield power that even these brave souls did not? Is it beyond our grasp to change not just the world but the nature of the world?" The Paladin lowers his head, his voice growing softer, "In the battles of the immortals often it has been mortals who have been the deciding factor. Is it not possible for us now, born weak and helpless, to end the battle forever." His final words as he drifts into meditation and prayer reflect his inward struggle, "Can we bring peace...forever or...must it be only for a day..."

Posted by: Twitch Thu Nov 03, 2005 4:13 am
(Earlier) Gabe tore the mask away from his face and dropped to his knees after The Storm had fallen. Yeah, that rib is definitely broken. He thought to himself as he struggled to catch his breath. Wincing as he gathered his sword and mask he quietly started to assist with the post battle cleanup and activities. "...Just what did he mean when he said those things earlier?" He thought back to the Storm's words during their fight. "Could these Strife Lords know something about my heritage, or the attack on the mission that all those years ago? This whole thing is getting weirder by the moment."
(Later)
Gabe sat in a corner nursing his wounds, watching everyone bickering about where to set up camp, and shook his head. He knew full well if the enemy fell upon them now, it wasn't going to be a long time before they fell. The only difference was whether or not there was a roof over their heads.
"To hell with it," he muttered under his breath, "I'm taking a damn nap until this gets sorted out." Gabe tilted his head back and began to snore lazily.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Nov 03, 2005 4:15 am
((Did Ashathel mean individually, or as a group?)) Brand stiffens for a moment at Farralon and Amelios' words, but continues upstairs without making the obvious replies. 'There's no problem. Drink and be merry.' the birdman thinks sarcastically to himself as he walks up the steps. 'I'm giving up my sleep tonight for those sorts of fools?'

Posted by: Rusty Thu Nov 03, 2005 4:43 am
((As a group.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Thu Nov 03, 2005 4:50 am
Frowning, Van examined his new weapon with the light given off by his lamp as he sat with his back to one of the walls of the fort. Looks like it's worth a lot of gold.... He wondered how much he could get if he sold it. Enough to help his village and buy another guisarme similar to the one that broke in the battle, or at least he hoped.

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Nov 03, 2005 5:52 am
Ryhir watches once more as immediately after the fight the group falls into bickering. "I must say, I don't think I've ever seen vistory bring out the worst in people like this...." he says, more to himself than anyone else. Still, he goes about, having a word with everyone with a smile, hoping to encourage some friendlyness and cheer.
After, he goes up to where The Storm lies, and kneels by the pyre. "I wonder if burning you is right. You asked for a burial, and a pyre is not quite that. But it shall ensure your peace, so I feel you will be forgiving even if it is not to your exact wishes... Perhaps we can scatter your ashes somewhere beautiful..." Ryhir then says a small blessing of his people, and rises. He pulls out his new weapon, and flourishes it before bringing it to his side and giving a bow. "You were a strong foe, and fought till the very end... Both us and those whom bonds you rebelled against. May your soul find peace among the wind."
With that, he returns below, to hear talk of destroying the fort. He approaches Cedric, and cuts straight to the chase. "Let me get this straight. You think it's a good time wasting time and effort to destroy this place? Let it stand. It's history is brief yet, and no so stained with darkness as you tout. If nothing else, when we rescue King Nick, he can have it done. This place is not going to infest with more no goods in that amount of time. Meanwhile, it's more important we just rest and then move on."

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