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Posted by: Rusty Tue Apr 04, 2006 8:17 pm
((Continue.))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Apr 04, 2006 8:23 pm
And from Faralon's word's, the kyantol frowned, almost as if he was trying to recall something. He looked up at the sky then, and nodded to himself. He looked at Cedric, the crazed look slowly fading. "Heh. Is that so? I am...no better than they anyway. However, we must attend to this...tower. And then we must burn the dead. And then perhaps...well, I shall require some time alone. And we have not the time for such interrogation at the moment. Shall we go to business?"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Apr 04, 2006 8:37 pm
((Kethra is down by 40 hit points)) Damas listens to what is said in a language he understands, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He remembers what the demon had made him do to his friends and the thought of such abuse of a body scared him. However, he could not bear to see the priest that had helped him so many times in pain, either. He looks to Isyndel and Kyoji for a moment and stands up, walking over to Amelios. He stops when he is right next to Amelios and turns to face Faralon. The sorcerer frowns but does not say anything, and he turns back to Amelios. "Don't put yourself down like that. Of course you're better than those beasts... I'm sorry if what I tried to do wasn't enough, but-" Damas cuts himself off and gives the cleric a half hearted smile. "You're right...we have to attend to some business, and this is a conversation best left for later. Just know that you've helped me many times and if you need something from me, don't be afraid to ask."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Apr 04, 2006 9:22 pm
Zook set to work at once, taking the explosives that had been procured around the building, placing charges at key structural fixtures. The charges were some form of highly-combustable polymer that detonated at the excitation of an electric current - concocted to the specifications Ancient alchemical treatises. In other times, Zook might have thought to take a small sample of the material to examine it, but he was... distracted.
it's too heavy much too heavy steel will never fly
ADAM's too big
a machine that size will need a lighter metal
but not too thin the armor can't crumple like foil
gold foil
gold pieces replacing the plating would cost lots of money
I don't have two silver to rub together
stick together
fuse
fusion
I need more time with that fusion reactor
the only power source thats surefire
firefight running low on minigun ammo
need more ammo
not enough hours in the day
ticktock pocketwatch
Mechanis pocketwatch
hidden tinker city
find it someday lots of tinkers in machine shops
run an engineering school
or a laboratory
or maybe a network of flying mass transit vehicles
have to contemplate practicality of the infrastructure
structure
castle
have to finish laying the charges
Zook became acutely aware that he had laid the last charge. After taking ADAM out of the blast radius, he ran all the wires back into the central power cell. The gnome's hand hovered over the switch as he looked to Yeesha.
"Awaiting your order."
order
sequence
plans
what to do next
plan armor
study generator
work on rifle
minigun
repairs
book
books
talk to Derrik about books
...

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Apr 04, 2006 9:34 pm
"Everyone get healed and step away from the tower!" Yeesha calls out. "Get over behind that building over there! Go!" Yeesha waits for everyone to take cover before giving the order. The explosives detonate with in a giant blast of roaring sound and compressed air. The tower shatters into countless shards of crystal and the air grows wavy as arcs of blue energy start crackling around the place where the tower once stood. The ground rumbles as parts of the castle collapse, odd lights winking in and out around the center of the blast before finally a hole in the air is torn open and a figure thrust violently though amidst a shower of debris...

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Apr 04, 2006 10:21 pm
Zook waves suspended dust and grit out of his face. He then leans forward, peering at the rift and the figure that emerged from it, examining it intently to see if it looks familiar. ((Spot 16 Listen 21 Kno[Tech] 29 Kno[Ancients] 36))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Apr 04, 2006 10:45 pm
"What in the ..." the Wizardess murmured, as the dust began to clear. She narrowed her eyes in a vain attempt to discern the identity of something that she did not expect to be there. ((Why not? Listen 19 Spot 15 Knowledge (Arcana) 20
Knowledge (Nature) 18
Knowledge (Geography) 30))

Posted by: Aldur Wed Apr 05, 2006 1:58 am
"It cannot be..." Amelios ducks as the dust flies up and stares at the figure that came from the tower. He frowned, looking to see what or who it was. ((Spot: 16. Listen: 7. Kno: Planes: 6
Kno: Religion: 40 Mwaahahaha))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Apr 05, 2006 2:06 am
"Mani i udun [What the hell]?" Damas gasps in his native tongue as the dust settles. His blood red eyes narrow, examining whatever happens to be there and trying to identify it. [My checks too Listen: 15 Spot: 16 Knowledge (Arcana): 20]
Kethra stares on in surprise and stares at whatever is there. Her senses are sharper now and she hopes they will serve her well this time.
[Listen: 15
Spot: 18
Apparently, her senses hate her ]

Posted by: Rusty Wed Apr 05, 2006 4:12 am
*Faralon gathers a handful of shards from the tower that once stood, recalling that Derrik asked for one. He wanted to investigate them himself, so he took extra, as well. However, he soon hears the reactions of others around him, who see the figure. He looks up at it as well, trying to distinguish who or what it might be.*
((Listen: 22
Knowledge check: 14 + 12 (if anything but Arcana) = 26...or + 15 (if Arcana) = 29.))

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Apr 05, 2006 6:13 am

QUOTE
Laika, child of the forest, listen! These abominable wretches seek to destroy all and tip the balance of nature. Help me to finish cleansing this place so that we may move from it. I wish to tarry here no longer, paladin prevents us from leaving until he is satisfied.

Laika became very nervous once the batling began speaking to him, and even more so when he was asking for help. This wasn't going to be easy especially considering how much he agreed with Rhizor... but what should he do? What should he say? Chances are he'd stumble over his words and say the wrong thing... words were never his strength... he really should've just stuck to the background. But he was taking too long, he had to speak soon or Rhizor would suspect something for sure...
"Well... I eerrr... uuuhhh... Agree with you... But I, uhh, also ... Well, we're all pretty hurt. And rushing in while still in bad shape doesn't seem like a smart plan." He was starting to composs himself, but still wasn't very confident in what he was saying... he really didn't want the druid to have his way, afterall... if he actually IS evil. He'd probably be leading them into a trap... "We should probably regroup and compose ourselves before finishing them off. And since Brand has already said that there's been no sign of any of them outside the castle so... Well... I'm not really sure where I'm going with this... I guess what I'm trying to say is that we should make sure we're all rady to go again before anything else. If that makes sense... I've never been very good with words."
The wolfman grinned slightly embarrased at how poorly that all came out.
That could've gone a LOT smoother...well, there's nothing you can really do about it now...
KABOOM!!!
Well... at least that won't give us any sort of akward silence...
Laika breathed in and coughed having too much dust enter his lungs. He looked around at the force, and noticed the majority of them staring in the same direction, and so he turns to sees someone in the cloud of dust where the tower used to be.
(([Detect Evil]
Listen: 15
Spot: 21
With all this detect evil stuff, you'd think I'm Kai.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Apr 05, 2006 6:39 am
Gabe was set to stand watch, while the events transpired. In the meantime, Ash watched and listened silently, marvelling at the change in Amelios' demeanor after the battle. Just as he was about to interject, though, the detonation of the tower and the subsequent appearance of the stranger took him from what he was about to say.
((== Ash ==
Listen: 1d20 +2 (racial) = 9
Spot: 1d20 +2 (racial) = 18
Kno [arcana]: 1d20 +6 (int) +5 (ranks) = 29
== Gabe ==
Listen: 1d20 +2 (wis) +11 (ranks) = 25
Spot: 1d20 +2 (wis) = 20
Kno [nature]: 1d20 +2 (int) +5 (ranks) = 15))

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:03 am
(Spot: 15 Listen: 9 I got nothing RP wise unfortunately)

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Apr 05, 2006 8:26 pm
An uprooted tree tumbled through the air before crushing to the ground while rich soil rained down from portal, thick clumps of grass and wildflowers dispersed among it. In the midst of this a large figure fell, rolling with the soil and plantlife down to the unnatural stone below. While obscured by the fall, there are glimpses of snow white wings and a large serpentine tail. The figure crashes into the ground and for a moment there is no movement save for the bits of rock, soil, and vegetation still raining from above.
Then, there is moment as two wings, pure white by nature discolored from the soil which now slide off them. As the wings stretch out, they reveal the form of what appears to be a half elven maiden. Long sand colored hair flows from her head which is adorned with simple but elegant silver jewelry. Her eyes are a soft brown, fill with confusion and fear as she looks around bloodied courtyard. A soft gold silk cloak hangs loosely over her fair shoulders, under which a simple white robe secured by a silver belt runs until passing her waist. As she slowly straightens, the lower portion of her body is seen to be a slowly coiling serpent's tail which elegantly ends in a flourish. A satchel hangs at her side loosely as does what appears to be a lyre. The half elven portion of her body is perfectly proportioned, beautiful and elegant.
Her eyes meet those of Zook, the being nearest to her and she speaks in a flowing tongue unfamiliar to him. Her words are panicked then slowly die down as she looks around once more, then in a pleasant but clearly afraid voice she speaks in common, "Who art thou? What is this place?"
((Unless they've seen a creature with more than 32 CHA, this is the most beautiful being your character has ever encountered. What's that? Charisma is force of personality? Well, her force of personality says beautiful.))
Cedric frowned at the appearance of the strange being and eyed her cautiously.
[Detect Evil]

Posted by: Aldur Wed Apr 05, 2006 8:36 pm
Amelios looked on at the strange being in fascination, all thoughts of power, lust and all the other obsessions leaving him mind before such beauty. He stood spellbound, looking upon her face.

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Apr 05, 2006 8:52 pm
Van had taken cover on the other side of one of the buildings for the bomb's explosion, but after the blast he poked his head around the corner to see the results. Blinking in surprise and awe at the being that appeared, he couldn't help but mutter quietly to himself. "Just what is going on here, and who is that?"

Posted by: Rusty Wed Apr 05, 2006 9:08 pm
((Given I'm fairly certain a 26 Knowledge check would tell me that's a Lillend, Imma go and post assuming I know what it is.)) *Faralon's a bit taken back by the creature's magnificence. He's only heard of them in tales - never seen one for himself.*
: "...A Lillend?"
*Faralon shakes his head, giving a double take - but it changes nothing. The Lillend IS there.*
: "What is a Lillend doing here? Why was she trapped in that...crystal tower?"
*Faralon looks on, just as confused as everyone else.*

Posted by: Kyosokun Wed Apr 05, 2006 11:10 pm
Ryhir looks apon the new figure with a mix of interest, awe, and a lot of curiousity. He moves towards the creature, though stopping a goodly distance away. "Who are we? That is a most complicated question... I am Ryhir, these are companions of mine... But where we are is more easily answered. We're about a half days travel from the capital of Cypress..." He looks to the rest of the group, not quite sure what to tell this new creature, but not believing it could mean any harm.....

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 06, 2006 4:44 am
The Lillend frowns slightly as Ryhir speaks, still in a state of confusion and shock. Then, adruptly, she looks skyward and her eyes locked on the swiftly shrinking portal far above. Stretching forth her wings, she surges upward with a mighty flap towards the portal.
Despite a valiant effort, she manages to reach the space where the portal had been a few seconds after it closed. For a moment she hovers there, then slowly descends back to the ground with a lost and defeated expression on her face. Upon landing, she looks at Ryhir intently for a moment before responding in a voice filled with both sorrow and anger, "Which among you summoned me from my perch atop the rivers of earth? Present thyself and explain thy act of such malevolence ere my patience cometh to an end." She looks at the various members of the group sharply.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Apr 06, 2006 5:48 am
Zook steps forward shakily. His eyes brim with tears at the sight of the creature, and he is compelled to empathize with her. Her pain became his pain, magnified a hundred times by his imperfect heart. He stammers and struggles to find words in the face of the Lillend.
"The... tower? Were you wrenched from your perch by the d-destruction of the tower? If it were so, then I alone am r-r-responsible. I must ask that should you... feel compelled to punish for this crime, then please... punish me."
He bowed his head, tears cutting a path down his dusty face. "I am...we are... bound by what we thought was right, by what we felt we had to do to save our land from a terrible plague of evil. I beg for your mercy, I beg that you do not judge us harshly despite the harm we caused you. If your patience has waned, then please, I beg you, your quarrel is with me. Let the others pass, so they may continue their work to save this troubled world."
As Zook finished, his body tensed -- he awaited, expected the Lillend's wrath.

Posted by: Rusty Thu Apr 06, 2006 6:19 am
((Diplomacy. If the Lillend isn't an official PC character, I should be able to do this... OnlineHost (12:51:42 AM): RustySFC rolled 1 20-sided die: 20 +13 = 33.)) : "If I may say a few words, I believe I can rest your mind on our intentions by explaining our enemy to you - many of which lie on the ground before you, and others inside that castle there. Our enemy, the Chaos Cult, is a wicked group of people. They worship these 'Strife Lords' that seek to change the world - mutate it to their own twisted dreams. I do not doubt that they will seek out to change other planes of existence, as well, so it is of utmost importance that we stop them. While we did not know of their existence initially, we are doing what we can now to put a stop to their evil ways. It was merely by chance that we came across you. We did not know you were encased within that tower, nor did we know the purpose of it. We were merely asked by an associate of ours to destroy it. I'm sorry if that is an inconvenience to you. We didn't know you were there, and didn't mean to disturb you."
*Faralon nods his head to the Lillend.*
: "My name is Faralon, and I am a bard travelling with this group - I also lead the mages. I've heard Lillends respect the arts and beautiful things. Is that so? If it is, I think you would appreciate our cause - as we're trying to prevent the destruction of all that one might deem beautiful. No, the Strife Lords aren't at all about preserving good things. They want to change everything - bind everything to their will. They want to reshape existence itself! Everyone that does not agree with them is labeled their enemy - the gods...Even the cruel Vandals! They promise freedom, but they seek to destroy it. They will stop at nothing to get what they want. That is why we are so set with putting an end to them - before they can accomplish their horrible goals. So that is our purpose, and they are our enemies. So yes, we did summon you - maybe not intentionally...But perhaps by the stars - by fate."
*Faralon tilts his head to the side.*
: "Now that I've shared that with you, perhaps you could answer a couple of my questions? You don't know where you are...But what is your name, and how did you come to get here?"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Apr 06, 2006 3:20 pm
((Go diplomacy! ^_^ I'm still wondering how the heck any creature has a 32 CHA, unless she has items, which she probably does. Oh well, I guess it doesn't matter)) Damas' attention is drawn to the Lillend immediately. He looks upon her, awed by her magnificence and beauty. To his own surprise, he has no impure thoughts about the Lillend; he just admires her beauty. Damas is able to pull his gaze away from the Lillend and faces Isyndel. In his mind, she was beautiful inside and out, despite her refusal to admit it even believe it. A gentle smile spreads across his lips, until the Lillend gets upset. He looks and the Lillend for a moment, but he is no good with words so he doesn't say anything.
Kethra stares at the Lillend in awe. She had never seen such a beautiful and magnificent creature, male or female, in her entire life. A slight part of her envies the Lillend, but she extinguishes the thought without much effort. In the presence of the Lillend, Kethra cannot will herself to speak even when Lillend's sharp and somewhat angry gaze turns to her.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Apr 06, 2006 4:30 pm
With the creature's appearance, the birdman warrior's face grows closed and inscruitable. The creature's perfection brings to light in his mind his own imperfections, his weaknesses of spirit and of character, and his eyes grows angry and bitter as he considers his many failures.
At Zook's words, Brand stands and speaks. "The gnome is a valuable ally in this fight against evil, and our chances would suffer gravely if we were to lose him." he says in a tense voice. "If blood you seek, take mine. I offer little to the team that could not be easily replaced."

Posted by: White Rose Thu Apr 06, 2006 5:15 pm
Tears roll gently down Acacia's cheeks, unable to look any more. There was no beauty left in her heart, so she could not continue to let her eyes fall upon the creature before them. This being was a contradiction to the frail thread she held onto, the last bit of her solidarity. It was a threat to what held her together, what kept her from realizing herself broken.
"No one's going to be punished for an accident," she spat at Brand, while glaring at the ground before her.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Apr 06, 2006 6:13 pm
"Agreed," Kyoji says, after a long moment of silence. "I find it a bit... odd to be talking of blood spilt or punishments when there wasn't malice behind the deed. In all fairness, someone being temporary displaced from their home probably isn't much compared to whatever the Strife Lords were planning to do with that tower."

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 06, 2006 7:21 pm
A troubled expression comes over the face of the Lillend as Zook speaks, anger giving way to confusion. She looks around the battlefield, eyes lingering on the torn bodies of fiends and undead before turning to Faralon as he speaks. [Knowledge(Arcana): 2 + 5 = 7]
[Knowledge(Planes): 12 + 5 = 17]
[Bardic Knowledge: 3 + 5 + 2 = 10]
The Lillend looks at the remains of the tower, deep furrows crossing her fair face. She is distracted from whatever thoughts were troubling her as Brand offers himself as a sacrifice.
[Diplomacy: 2 + 26 = 28]
She shakes her head softly, her expression quizzical, "How wouldst thy blood serve me?" She turns her gaze back to Faralon, "I am Lilah of the Lillend... I know not of this tower of which thou speaketh. I dwell close unto the plains of Ida...watching the endless battles and perfecting my art." She looks at Zook cautiously, "Upon the slopes I had been resting, watching the battle unfold beneath me while the light didst warm me from above. What didst thou do? The earth was drawn from beneath me with sudden violence." She looks at Faralon quizzically, "This realm is clearly not that of the dwarves...."
She looks at Kyoji, a frown upon her face, "Many a tale have I heard of the arrogance and ignorance of mortal magicians who summon beings upon a whim. No consent did I give, nor was my arrival gentle but rather violent." She glances around, "While I wast mistaken that you had brought me here to serve thee, it was thy mistake to assume that I desired blood." A thoughtful expression crosses her face. Lilah pauses,the coils beneath her lower and she reaches to the ground, her hand closing around one of the shards of the tower. Returning to her full height, she examines it for a moment, "Cypress? This doest not seem to be Ysgard." She runs a sharp edge of the shard across one of her fingers. A thin line of scarlet red remains as she pulls the shard away and watches the wound with narrowed eyes. After a moment in which the blood continues to flood, although slower, she looks back to Faralon, her eyes filled with fear and torment, "What plane art we in? The earth and air lack virtue... Explain to me the nature of this tower."
Cedric watches the interaction between the Lillend and the others for a long moment. Finally, convinced that this newcomer was not evil and did not intend to resort to violence, he glances back to the battered fortress. He then looks back to the Lillend and begins walking closer.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Apr 06, 2006 7:31 pm
Zook perks up a bit, although he is still unable to look at Lilah. "Well, you must understand, we haven't had the best luck with spontaneously manifesting supernatural beings lately. I apologize for presuming your intent was violent. "Essentially, I used explosives, chemicals of Ancient design that detonate with enormous force upon electrical stimulation, to bring down this fortress and this tower, which were being used as a base of operations for the fell purposes of the Chaos Cult and its leaders.
"I'm not... astrologically inclined, so I couldn't tell you what this plane is called. Perhaps our bard...?" Zook gestures towards Faralon.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 06, 2006 7:40 pm
The Lillend looks at Zook in confusion, "Electrical Stimulation? I know nothing of this magery." She glances at the shard in her hand, "...I guard my freedom jealously as do all of my kind. I would fight to the death if it wouldst preserve my freedom but if thou art not bent on imprisoning me, there is no need for us to do battle."

Posted by: Rusty Thu Apr 06, 2006 7:43 pm
: "Yes, I know all about the stars and a bit of the planes, as well. We're in the Prime Material plane...It doesn't really have a name beyond that, I suppose. I don't doubt this is more 'polluted' to you than your own plane. After all, you're not from this plane, so of course things wouldn't feel so natural here."

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 06, 2006 8:04 pm
[Knowledge(Planes): 11 + 7 = 18] Cedric continues walking until he has entered the circle surrounding the Lillend. He speaks in a voice that is weary and yet calm, "Greetings, I am Cedric Theodoric, holy knight of Mitula. It is unfortunate that you were brought to this plane. I am more familiar with the fiendish planes of my sworn enemies but I am certain that we can find a means of returning you and we shall strive to." He looks around the group, "However, we must complete our work here first. Kyoji, we need to examine the ruins of the fortress to see if any fiends have survived. Faralon, call Derrik and inform him of our victory as well as seeing if he can aid us in sending the Lillend home. Melee fighters need to come with me, we will aid in the search for remaining enemies." The Paladin pauses for a moment, glancing at Amelios then continues, "Healers, preserve the bodies of the fallen...we may not be able to resurrect them now but perhaps in the future. Zook, do as you will."
Lilah watches Cedric give orders with distain but she remains silent.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Apr 06, 2006 8:22 pm
"Obviously the ones inside the keep are still alive, but I'll conduct a sweep of the courtyard and other buildings to make sure they'll have no reinforcements," Kyoji says with a nod as he walks off. Derrik appears without the usual fanfare, strolling out from behind a nearby building to look at the Lillend. He makes a square with his fingers and holds it over the celestial's face and grins.
"Not bad, not bad at all... A pity it's wasted on snake legs, then again I supposed polymorph spells could take care of that, heheheheh..." Derrik says with a chuckle as he looks away from the group, to the battered keep. "You should probably get a move on. The longer you wait, the worse off you'll be. Of course you're in no condition to move, so I guess you'll have to buy some potions, eh? Healing for the body and mana for the mind. If you buy enough, I'll give you a mass discount of 25% off... Oh, you wouldn't be familiar with the mana potions... They're, heh... quite exotic in these parts. They restore spells. 1,000 gold per potion. 750 with the discount, 650 with your 10% off... That's quite a bargain, they're very rare here. I do believe I'm the sole supplier of them in this region. Of course, you could use Fairy Tears instead, but they're even rarer and more costly..."

Posted by: Rusty Thu Apr 06, 2006 8:47 pm
((Buying 4 mana potions. Minus 2,600 gold. 4 + 1 = 5 spell levels recovered. 6 + 1 = 7 spell levels recovered. 2 + 1 = 3 spell levels recovered. 6 + 1 = 7 spell levels recovered.
Edit: Also getting gloves of charisma. 4,000 gold for +2.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 06, 2006 8:50 pm
[Sense Motive: 20...+ 8 = 28] The Lillend looks at Derrik for a moment, then smiles slightly and shakes her head. As Derrik appears, Cedric walks to the merchant, his voice devoid of emotion, "Was it a spy or a traitor?" "Was what a spy or traitor?" Derrik asks.
Cedric crosses his arms, his voice level, "The enemy knew every aspect of our plans. Somehow we persevered..."
Derrik replies, "Oh, yeah, sorry about that. They bought some information from me. lol."
...
TUM is evil...
"Hmmm, so you think they've got a spy or traitor in the group? That's not good..." Derrik says, rubbing his chin. "I haven't noticed any magic... You, Yeesha?"
"No, none. And I've been fairly careful with the wards," Yeesha says.
"Hmmm... Disconcerting," Derrik mutters. "I'll have to keep a closer eye on everything..." he grins, absently. "Can't do anything without me, can't ya?"
Cedric arches an eyebrow, "I recall saving you...although that seems rather staged by this point." The Paladin glances at the battlefield, "Well, we manage to battle rather well without you..." He chuckles wearily, "...as long as you're there to supply us once the battle's over."
"Speaking of supplies, care to make a few sales or purchases? How much for Yeesha? Ha, don't glare at me like that, Yeesha, you know I'm not serious." Derrik responds.
Cedric sighs and looks towards the keep, "Very well..." He raises his voice, "We need to move on! Make your preparations quickly!"

Posted by: Aldur Thu Apr 06, 2006 11:40 pm
Amelios nodded went about his work, securing the dead body of the cleric Slade, shaking his head a little sadly as he did it.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Thu Apr 06, 2006 11:48 pm
((Isyndel drinks so much potion she probably vomits. And she buys a Headband of Intellect. Leaving her with somewhere around...1000 gold. All her previously memorized spells are restored.)) She studied the creature before them as much as she could, nearly unable to take her gaze of it. There was so much to ask; so many questions about it and so few answers. The Wizardess had never seen such a thing before and despite it's beauty making her feel woefully inadequate her curiousity nearly had the better of her.
Isyndel caught Damas' glance though, and forced a meager smile. It nearly shamed her to admit it but his foolishness had begun to take to her in subtle ways she would not have expected. She was tired and weak and the little girl inside of her wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry, but the little girl in her was exactly that; little and easily shunned. Just the same she furrowed her brows in the oddity of it all. Of course, she thought, he is a subject of further study after all. What use are Sorcerors otherwise?
Or maybe not. Admittedly their use of magic both infuriated and intrigued her. She shook her head as the Sorceror turned, adamant to not think of it anymore while so many other matters needed her attention. She made purchases from Derrik quickly and then stood with one arm draped under her breasts; the other's elbow perched lightly atop it as she braced her chin with the palm of her hand.

Posted by: Kyosokun Fri Apr 07, 2006 3:39 am
Ryhir approaches Derrik, and after talking with him and consulting him about the Chain Mail found in the fight, buys several Scrolls and 2 potions. ((Bought: Scrolls of Prot. Evil, Prot. Arrows, Bull Str, Bears Endurance. Potions: Pot of Barkskin, Pot of Shield.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Apr 07, 2006 3:59 am
((I'm a bit confused here. Has money been sorted yet? I need to know how much my character's get so I can buy things for them))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:44 am
((Guess what? Everyone has an hour to buy things before I move this. I don't care how you divvy it, just get it done. Derrik was not kidding about time.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Apr 07, 2006 6:05 am
((All items sold, stuff has been redistributed as follows: Gabe - Amulet Cedric - Ring of Evasion Merkass - Ring of Evasion Damas -Tome of Leadership and Influence +3
Faralon - Wand of Lightning Bolt (10th level. 34 charges.)
Isyndel - Wand of Metamagic: Empower.
Kethra - Lion's Ring
Everyone but Zook gets 9047 gp. Zook gets 9050gp and 6 sp.
Ash borrows 7153 gp from the party fund to bring the force blade up to +2 enchantment.
Ryhir's appraisal reveals that we may not want to use the mystery mail; as such, no one gets it.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Apr 07, 2006 6:09 am
((Er... I'm rescinding the hour limit. I've calmed down. Also, Arc, you do realize that it'll take a day to enchant your blade? You won't be able to use it for the next battle.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Apr 07, 2006 6:16 am
((Then assume it's enchanted after the battle.))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Apr 07, 2006 6:29 am
((How'd he borrow 7K from the fund which only has 5K?))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Apr 07, 2006 6:33 am
After helping to calculate party gold allotment, Zook speaks to Derrik and buys a few technological curiousities as well as some assorted potions. ((Zook is buying: SteamShield (+2 Shield AC), 4 EMP Grenades (6d6 damage to robots), Boots of Dexterity +2, 2 potions of Cat's Grace, 2 potions of Protection from Arrows 10/Magic, a potion of Haste, and a potion of Fly))

Posted by: FreedomJu Fri Apr 07, 2006 6:49 am
(Van buys 2 CMW potions, a CSW potion, a Haste potion, and a Protection from Arrows potion for 2400 gold... minus the discount that comes to 2190 gold.)

Posted by: Rusty Fri Apr 07, 2006 8:08 am
((Acacia, Zook and Faralon buy a scroll of Mass Bear's Endurance, to benefit 11 members of the group. Acacia also feels generous and buys a scroll of Mass Cat's Grace, and finally a scroll of Holy Sword, with which to enhance Ashathel's blade during battle at some point in time.
After the discount, that totals 3,600 gold. ^_^))

Posted by: Aldur Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:12 am
((Have no books or anything. Amelios buys enough mana potion to restore his spells to full.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Apr 07, 2006 1:45 pm
((My internet decided to hate me last night. I know I borrowed 650 from Faralon himself, but I was supposed to get two more potions with the fund, and Knight suggested it in the first place. So what happens now? I'll just add the spells I got from the potion I got with Faralon's money for now. I might only get one from the fund...
So far, my character's owe the following...
Damas: 650 gold to Faralon.
Kethra: 736 gold to the fund, 840 gold to Faralon.
Damas regains:
One lv 1 slot
Two lv 4 slots
Four lv 5 slots
Oh, and btw, if I can use the Lion Ring now, the 4 points are going into STR))

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:13 pm
((Okay, a couple of things. A) I tihnk Laika is at 60/95 health, assuming all mah was done right, and that I haven't missed any loss of health or gaining of helth. B) He's going to buy to Potions of CSW and I need to know what the best chain shirt I can buy with the remaining gold I was given will be.))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Apr 07, 2006 6:01 pm
((Nevermind. I'm mistaken.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Apr 07, 2006 7:44 pm
Cedric watches the others milling around and shakes his head, "Enough! All who are ready follow me! The reminder follow as soon as possible." Cautiously, Cedric moves to the gate and pulls it slightly open. Then he braces himself and signals for Kyoji to slip inside, following the ninja a moment later.

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Apr 07, 2006 7:49 pm
((For the record, Laika takes three charges that Rusty previously rolled for one of our staves. leaving an 8 for anyone else to use.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Fri Apr 07, 2006 8:35 pm
With perhaps a bit of a stomachache, Isyndel casts one more worried glance at Damas, nods, and proceeds to follow Cedric and Kyoji. ((Oh, and she bought a CSW potion. Yeah.))

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Apr 07, 2006 8:49 pm
((Okay, Laika will buy 2 Potions of CSW and Boots of Dex +2 which after the discounts are taken into consideration, should cost him 4575 gold, leaving him with 4472 gold. Assuming TUM agrees to selling the boots, and that the math all works out, someone can correct me if it doesn't work.))
Laika moves out with the Cedric.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Apr 07, 2006 8:51 pm
Zook activates his SteamShield. With a whistle and a whir a mechanical arm springs up, carrying a shield while leaving his arms free. He also takes the time to drink one of the potions he'd purchased. ((Drink Prot/Arrows.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:37 pm
Yeesha and Dawn look around. "I hate to say it... We'll stay here. I'm nearly out of spells and would be more liability than help at this point, and Dawn's battered up too," Yeesha says with a wince. "Actually, I can buy some healing, but someone should guard Yeesha. She has a penchant for attracting trouble," Dawn says, quietly.
The interior of the keep is ransacked and partially destroyed. There are no enemies to be seen. However, there is one thing that catches your eye...
In the back of the main hall is a large, swirling portal-gate constructed of odd crystal.

Posted by: Aldur Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:47 pm
Amelios smiles, and as he see's the portal he ignores everything, viewing it as a door to the power he needs. The Cleric runs straight at it, jumping through, the last thing the group see of him is his hair swirling fabulously as it goes through the portal...the kyantol vanishing.

Posted by: Rusty Fri Apr 07, 2006 10:08 pm
((Acacia also will have paid a nice fee of 2,025 to buy 3 CLW to heal everyone all the way so we don't have to deal with this 'I dunno how many HP I have' stuff. Before entering place: Faralon uses the Mass Bear's Endurance scroll on the following: Faralon, Zook, Van, Acacia, Castor, Cedric, Ashathel, Laika, Gabriel, Kyoji and Jokulligr
Also, Mass Cat's Grace on the following: Laika, Merkass, Isyndel, Ashathel, Kyoji, Kethra, Rachel, Faralon, Damas, Gabriel, Jokulligr
His Reduce Person scrolls on: Faralon and Damas
Casting Sonic Weapon on Acacia's sword.
And casting Harmony before entering. And that's it. If you need UMD checks, I passed, 19 + 20 = 39 for MBE, 11 + 20 = 31 for MCG, and for the RP, 15 + 20 = 35 and 6 + 20 = 26.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Apr 07, 2006 10:43 pm
Upon entering the portal, all goes black for a moment and everyone is lost to a dizzying sensation and a feeling of falling. Everyone snaps back to consciousness as their feet touches the ground, some on dark stone, some on red carpet. Monotonous chanting echoes through the halls... For you stand in a great hall of darkness, candles and torches set in the walls dimly lightning this most unhallowed place. Great unmoving suits of blood red armor clutching spears stand mute sentinel as shadows twist and writhe with lives of their own across the ceiling and floor. A feeling of pervesion and insanity permeates this place. To those with a sense of history, the place seems... familiar somehow.
To Amelios, his perception is blocked out, focused on the altar at the end of the hall... Voices and his own feelings tell him that if he can but make it there, unlimited power will be his. All the power he will ever need.
Amelios grins as the falling sensation fills his body. It was here, his doorway...to the power. He smiled as he landed, and looked around carefully for the source of the chanting. The cleric carefully moves futher into the area, scanning around the room. Noting the creatures hidden within. He looked at the centre of the hall, and grins, walking steadily towards it. Heading steadfastly towards the altar. The kyantol could feel it. His power. It was waiting. His destiny.
*Faralon blinks, astonished that he is in fact in this place.* Faralon: "This...This is Mishaela's Demon Castle...Where she fought the legendary Shining Force."
: "Look! Against the far wall, under that statue!" Kyoji says, pointing.
At the opposite end of the building are Prince Nick and Mayfair, unconscious and floating in midair. Shailtor, flanked by two men in accoutrements of the Cult stand over them, chanting.
Amelios see's the figures and heads towards the point he needed to get to. He was so close. A bit more and soon, soon all would understand. The Cleric drew even closer...
: "They're performing some sort of ritual..."
Isyndel follows Kyoji's glare and stares intently, her heart nearly beating through her chest.
Faralon: "But what?...It can't be sacrificial. They're against gods and Vandal alike."
"Quite correct, bard!" Shailtor's voice echoes across the hall as a single red glowing eye of his six looks up from his work and at the group. "When this spell is completed, both the prince and his lover will be bound to our service, forevermore. Do you despair? Fear not, this is your fate as well!"
Faralon: "But what?...It can't be sacrificial. They're against gods and Vandal alike."
Isyndel can tell the ritual is some sort of conjuring of spirits, but the bindings are all on the bodies of the Prince and Mayfair... And the bindings are wrong. It's almost as if they were trying to summon a demon, then shred it and graft it onto the two.
"A conjuration," the Wizardess spoke softly. "And yet..."
Faralon: "And yet...?"
"And yet the bindings are placed in a matter I would not expect, minstrel," she replied matter-of-factly, ascertaining more than that but uncertain as to the significance of it at the moment.
"The reason for that will become all too clear, my dear..." Shailtor says in a singsong voice even as he continues chanting in an odd double-voice effect.
Her lips pursed in frustration. "Whatever they are conjuring, those two are the source of it. Like...like those constructs we fought when we first set out."
Amelios seemed to cackle to himself. HIs fate was...somewhat more grand than what was forecast. They'd all see...
"Well, time for the fun to begin!" Shailtor says, laughing as the armor comes to life.
Shailtor's second theme: Waltz of Depravity: http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Vox/09%20-%20TB_No.14_Rosencreutz%20Orden.mp3
Battle!

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Apr 07, 2006 10:45 pm
Brand got 9047 this battle and 9,100 last battle. He is going to sell the 1525 he has in supplies to the lecherous mercenary, and spend all but 90 of his 418 free gold, and buy himself a ring of invisibility for 20,000 gold. And then, just for the heck of it, he's going to buy 3 cure light wounds scrolls for himself.
Leaving him with a total of 15 gold. But maybe this time, he'll live long enough to close with the enemy?

Posted by: Aldur Fri Apr 07, 2006 10:51 pm
Amelios looks upon the altar. He sees it. The power he needs. He must wrest it...The cleric takes a deep breath and charges through the enemy horde, ignoring all else but his goal. That twisted altar. He'd get there. And then...all would go HIS way.
The kyantol laughed as he held up as mace as he passed by the huge sentinals in the way of his path. He ran on, one thought apparent in his mind.
Power...Power to me.
((End up two diagonal left to the Top right dark smoke.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:20 pm
Isyndel eyed Amelios warily as she surveyed the situation; already the Kyantol had nearly removed himself from sight as she watched. Time was likely of the essence and who knew what lay ahead. The Cleric's behavior befuddled and even frightened her.
She paused, and instantly began weaving a magic about her. You can think and move at the same time, woman, she told herself.
And so she cast the spell Haste.
((Level 10, so ten targets - Acacia, Zook, Van, Cedric, Castor, Gabriel, Brand, Merkass, Ashathel, Laika ))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:41 pm
[Spot: 17 + 2 = 19] [Sense Motive: 13 + 16 = 29] [Will Save: 19 + 15 = 34] [Power Surge] [Concentration: 6 + 21 = 27]
Cedric goes pale as his face twitches but otherwise he shows no emotion. He reaches for Amelios but fails to get a hold of the cleric, "Amelios! Fool, stop!" The Paladin takes in a deep breath, tightening fists around his hammer, "Ryhir, clear the left! Archers and magicians after them! Ashathel, clear the right! All others forward!" The Paladin moves forward twenty feet to the top of the stairs.
Brand shouts to the paladin "No! He's already lost! I'll seal up the steps, you help the flanks!"
"Cedric, see any familiar faces here?" Shailtor's voice rings out. "I was ever so delighted to find your sister as I was walking along merrily one day! We had a nice... chat, and I convinced to join my happy little band!"
The Paladin does not respond to the fiend but rather to Brand, his voice cold, "Seal it after I pass then."
"Your control is admirable. Perhaps that is why Mitula protects you instead of your family," Shailtor says. "Corliss, dear?"
Brand flies near the doorway, flapping his wings to drive up a dust-cloud blocking all sight beyond the doorways.
"Yes, master?" Corliss says, voice full of fervor. Her parents wriggle in their bonds.
"Sacrifice the female, would you? The ceremony requires more blood," Shailtor says, casually.
"Yes, master!" Corliss says as she plunges her spear through her mother's back. Frieda, mother of Cedric screams through her gag as she stiffens and goes limp. Oates, Cedric's father screams as well. The blood pools from Frieda's death wound and begins to flow in a stream towards the ceremony.
Not a whole lot, Corliss had a readied action and was waiting for a signal.
[Will Save: 20 + 15 = 35]
Cedric tenses as the spear is raised but otherwise shows no physical reaction to the murder of his mother. His eyes are somehow both dazed and frantic at once, staring towards Corliss.

Posted by: Rusty Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:45 pm
((I'll be editting in Acacia's action after. Right now, know that Faralon is playing his funky music. +4 to Attack and Damage for ALL ALLIES. Btw - Cedric's Sonic Weapon still is in effect for 4 rounds.)) *Faralon flinches at the sight of the murder. A very different tune starts up as Faralon begins to hum and play his lute, the chords conflicting with Shailtor's. There are crescendos which puts Faralon's own music louder than Shailtor's, at least for the group. The intention is not to create a mood, but to enhance the rage they might already be feeling - to strike down the enemies - to strike down Shailtor.*
: "To arms! To arms! Take Shailtor down! Save the King, Nick, we'll all be renown! Vengeance for the lost, our cause - it is right! No matter the cost, we will win this fight!"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Apr 08, 2006 12:13 am
((I had a very cool post here before my comp decided to up and restart. I'll edit it back in later)) Zook drinks potion of Fly, shoots 45' up in the air. Castor charges the bottom right Blood Armor, with axe and gore attack rolls of 39 and 35, respectively. Damage rolls are 34 + 4 fire on the Atlas, and 41 on the Gore.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Apr 08, 2006 12:30 am
((Cedric, will you edit in that I used a smokestick after I found there wasn't enough dust in the medival torture/ritual post-battle SF1 ruins to make a good cloud?)) Brand uses his remaining hasted move-action to activate his ring of invisibility. He also quick-draws his sword and readies his shield.

Posted by: Rusty Sat Apr 08, 2006 1:31 am
*Acacia charges forward, her blade noticably glowing blue as she charges at the Blood Armor, striking fiercely.* ((Free action: activate elemental weapon cold. Charge for +2, Power Attack 4. Roll to hit...Natural 8, +9 BAB, +4 STR, +5 magic, +4 music, +1 haste, +2 charge, -4 PA = 29. Hit!
Damage: (6 + 3) [sword] + 6 [Cold] + 6 [Sonic] + 6 [STR] + 5 [magic] + 4 [music] + 8 [Power Attack] = 50 damage.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Apr 08, 2006 2:35 am
Ashathel says nothing, but instead withdraws his flute. Instantly a soothing melody escapes into the air, bolstering the efforts of his allies. Once done, he smiles to himself as he heads closer to the stairs - and the platform on which Nick is being held.
((Just played Alleria's Flute, obviously; all ranged attack can tack on +2 damage for the next five rounds.
Kno[arcana] - Blood Armor: 1d20 + 5 (ranks) + 4 (int) = 11.
Kno[arcana] - Dark Smoke: 1d20 + 5 (ranks) + 4 (int) = 23.
Ash then moves to the spot six squares up and one to the left of his current position. Dodge to each of the animated armor uglies.))
==========
Gabriel roars at the sight of the castle, his greatsword shifting as his arms shook with rage. Proceeding before Ryhir could move, he swung at the blood red animated armor and missed.
((Five squares left, attack the Blood Armor and miss.
Attack: 1d20 +1 (sword) +8 (bab) + 6 (str) +4 (bardic) +1 (haste) = 22))

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Sat Apr 08, 2006 3:11 am
((I'll probably add more to this post a bit later. Just wanna get this up before ANYONE else goes, as several keep telling me to do so... Jokulligr expends one point from his WIS pool and uses Glorious Weapons! Everyone in a 60-ft burst around Joku(which basically means everyone) has Good-aligned gear for the purposes of penetrating enemy DR until the end of Joku's next move. Have at it, ya'll!
EDIT: Here's Joku's wonderful level-up, by the by.
Level 7 Divine Monk(ECL 10)
- BAB increases by 1
- WIS increases by 2
- HP increases by 8
- 5 Skill Points: Concentration +1, Knowledge (Religion) +1, Listen +1, Spot +1, Tumble +1
- May now cast level 3 spells 3/day
- Gains the following special qualities: Resistance +1, Still Mind ))

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Apr 08, 2006 3:53 am
Laika follows Gabe towards the Blood Armor hoping that this will all end soon. ((Attack: D20 + 8(STR) + 8(BAB) + 4(Music) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 9 + 17 = 26 = Miss Buffs: Bull's Strength (4 rounds) Haste (10 Rounds) Divine Protection (24 Rounds)
Cat's Grace (110 Rounds)
Bear's Endurance (110 Rounds)
Current AC: 28
Current HP 115/115))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Apr 08, 2006 4:32 am
"A pity you can't seem to hit, barbarian. Perhaps a bit sleepy?" Shailtor asks in a mocking tone. Gabriel's only response is a growl, more like that of a massive lion than a half-giant. "Well spoken. I suppose that a bit more time developing your language abilities would've been in order... Any luck finding that traitor?" Shailtor casually asks. "I guess not..."
"You know what the best kind of traitor is?" Shailtor asks.
"The one that isn't there." Amelios glared at the Strife Lord.
"---- off, godling." Brand shouts, obviously not concentrating on the godlings words att all.
"The best kind of traitor is the kind that doesn't even know he's a traitor. Isn't that right, Gabriel?" Shailtor asks, tilting his head. Gabriel says nothing intelligible, but instead continues to roar and rage in the Strife Lord's direction.
"Damn you're dumb. Do I have to spell it out for you?" Shailtor asks, disappointed. "You're the traitor! Gabe! You're the spy!"
"Hey godling!" Brand shouts out. "What's the most important thing in showbusiness?"
"Advertising," Shailtor says. "Which is all sin anyway."
"You don't need a traitor anyway," Castor reasons. "You could easily watch us at any time, if your power is truly as limitless as you claim."
"That is true, but it would draw attention," Shailtor says. "Many, many watch me as I watch them... And you know what can slip past magical wards undetected?"
"Disappointed the tinker doesn't answer... Something like, say, a radio transmitter?" Shailtor asks. "Technology is ever so useful when everyone assumes all you do is cast spells. Wards, divinations, shields against scrying... But none of it all too useful against a spy with a hidden transmitter."
"What is your goal? It can't just be all this war. Reveal it." Amelios speaks stonily, mind still lost with the promise of all the power he ever wanted. And Knowledge...is power.
"Gabriel, you've amused me much in the past... How are those dreams of yours, anyway?" Shailtor asks. "Fasher said there was a single flaw in your design... Vague memories in your dreams of your origins."
"I'll show you what my origins are, as I tear your throat out with my teeth!" the half-giant barely manages, most of his words lost in his rage. A blast of invisible light strikes Gabriel in the arm. The flesh is burned away down to the bone... But amidst the bone is metal. And wires. The bone itself has an odd metallic sheen.
"Dreams led you to this party's gathering. Dreams planted into your mind by us," Shailtor says with glee. "And you've been transmitting me vital information ever since."
Amelios glared at the Strife Lord, wondering who gave him the right...and the power to play God like that.
"You... you defiled me," Gabe growled, ignoring the two dark creatures before him. "You defiled me!"
"No... We MADE you..." Shailtor breathes.
"And I'll make you pay!" the half-giant screams over the sounds of battle. "All those people... you killed them all, didn't you! It was you who destroyed the village! You who left me alive, forced me to wander like a vagrant!"
"Not really. It never happened," Shailtor says. "You've only been 'alive' for about a year or two."
"How?" Ashathel said, shocked. "You... how could you make a person like that?"
"A person? No, no, no... A tool. You're a tool, Gabriel. And we made you in a vat of magic and technology from ages long ago." Shailtor says, as Gabriel's mind suddenly brings blurry images of his dreams of floating and cold metal floors.
"You foul abomination! I'll make you hurt!" Amelios' eyes flare with that mad anger again, thoughts of power and veneage in his mind.
"You ask me what my plan is, cleric?" Shailtor asks. "This."
A smoky cloud rises from the floor and envelops Amelios. He falls to the floor, as pure malevolence sweeps into his being. However, at the last moment a memory of happier days enters his mind and steels his resolve, grappling with the smoky being on the floor.
Amelios gasps and shakes his head, gritting his teeth. "And before this gets me...I'll get you!"
"But if what Shailtor says is true... that means Gabe's the traitor... But, that still doesn't explain why I sensed evil in Rhizor... I'm starting to be glad I took Aurik's advice and stayed quiet..."
"I thank you all for coming, truly I do..." Shailtor mutters while his double voice continues to chant. "After all, every King needs a bodyguard... You'll do nicely. You've made it this far because I allowed it. And now you'll become one with the darkness that we wield."

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Apr 08, 2006 7:44 am
"Is there anyway I could convince you to join us?" Shailtor asks. Van tightens his grip on his weapon as he glares at the Strife Lord, but doesn't reply. His stance makes it apparent he wouldn't mind going after Shailtor and stabbing him a few times right now.
"Like say, NOT killing your whole village?" Shailtor asks as a shimmering window in the air appears, showing Van's peaceful village. The image sweeps over to a large armed group in the nearby wood.
Anger flickers over the village warrior's face. "Bastard....." Despite the urge to attack the Strife Lord, Van finds himself hesitating, unsure of what to do.
"Turn your weapon on your comrades and I will withdraw my forces. Continue to attack and I'll call them forth while you watch," Shailtor states.
Uncertainty keeps Van rooted in place as he attempts to figure out what he should do. In the end though, he knows his friends and family would rather die than live in a world under the Strife Lords. "No." He says simply, even as grief and anger threaten to overwhelm him.
"So be it," Shailtor says as the monstrous raiders rise up and surge towards the village.
Van's whole body trembles and he starts to step forward, but abruptly gritted his teeth and stopped. "No damnit, what you did before was all illusions and I have no reason to beleive that this is any different."
"Heh heh heh... Well, believe what you wish. You'll see the truth when you try to return to a heap of bunred wood and smoldering corpses," Shailtor says.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Apr 08, 2006 5:38 pm
((Ok, just as a reminder for me... Damas has the following bonuses/[penalties: Cat's Grace - +4 DEX; Reduce Person - Small size, -2 STR, +1 ATK, +1 AC; Song - +4 ATK, +4 DMG Kethra has the following bonuses: Cat's Grace - +4 DEX; Song - +4 ATK, +4 DMG))
Damas passes a glance at Isyndel before walking into the portal. He feels an overwhelming sense of vertigo as he enters the portal. When he opens his eyes, he finds red carpet beneath his feet. Damas looks around the building for a moment, his attention drawn to the altar. The words of Shailtor faze him little; he'd experienced much pain in his life and he had little reason to feel fear anymore. If it was Shailtor's intention to enslave them, the so be it. He would not go down without a fight. Damas would not allow such a fate to fall upon him or his friends if he could help it. He passes a caring glance to Isyndel before his gaze is diverted to Amelios running away. "You fool! Are you mad?!" His cries are unheard however, and he grits his teeth. Damas observes the Red Constructs, and what looks to be evil puffs of smoke.
[Knowledge (Arcana): 15 + 14 = 29 - Blood Armor
Knowledge (Arcana): 20 + 14 = 34 - Dark Smoke
Do these checks tell me anything about them TUM?]
******
Kethra moves to aid Acacia, using graceful movements to avoid getting smacked as she moves towards the Blood Armor. She aims at it with one strait punch, putting all of her power behind it. Her blow hits only air. "Damn..."
[Kethra moves next to Acacia and attacks
Attack:3 + 15 = 18 Miss... >.<
Dodge to the Blood Armor]

Posted by: Aldur Sat Apr 08, 2006 8:51 pm
((Damas doesn't see no murder. Because of the smokescreen.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Apr 08, 2006 11:48 pm
((Edited))

Posted by: FreedomJu Sun Apr 09, 2006 5:26 am
((Van moves to the middle of the stairs, left side of them)

Posted by: Riegien Mon Apr 10, 2006 4:56 am
The Birdman's feathers hackle at the palpable feel of evil in the room beyond the portal. Steeling himself with a prayer, Kanmeshi walks further into the room and calls a blessing from Volcanon and a curse for his enemies. walk to the square 3 squares above where amelios started this turn. Cast Recitation, allies within 60' gain +2/+3 on attacks and saves, enemies must willsave vs dc 18 or have a -2 luckbonus to the same.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Apr 10, 2006 5:30 am
Castor charges the Blood Armor on the right side, the construct lifting up his spear and bracing it for the minotaur's impact. The beastman gouges himself on the weapon, but does nothing more. Castor's own attack is far more devastating, slicing off the monster's head, revealing an empty suit of armor. The helmet clangs hollowly and rolls on the floor.
((AoO: 12 damage to Castor.))
Gabriel rushes forward, slashing down as the giant suit of armor moves its spear to intercept Gabriel's body. The expertly positioned weapon impales through the unwitting spy's side even as his sword swing clangs off the heavy armor to no effect.
((AoO: Critical Hit. 42 damage to Gabriel.))
As Gabriel's charge meets with disaster, Laika slips past the spear and rakes his claws across the armor to no effect.
Acacia charges, driving her sword through the animated armor with a horrific screeching sound as metal pierces metal.
Kyoji goes invisible and scurries over the wall and railing, intending to do his ninja thing... But in far more serious and ninja-like terms.
Merkass, Ryhir, Aurik, and Rhizor are in shock and awe.
The Blood Armor facing Laika jabs at him weakly, scoring a minor hit as Laika counterattacks with ferocity.
((Hit. Miss. Critical Miss. 6 damage to Laika. 16 damage after DR to Blood Armor.))
The Blood Armor facing Acacia twirls its spear around and shoves it in Acacia's direction, the whirling blade slicing her thrice, though not as bad as it could've been.
((Hit, Hit, Hit. 20 damage to Acacia after DR.))
Rachel narrows her eyes as the girl kills Freida, carefully feeling for and drawing a blunted arrow. She fits the arrow and draws back the string, taking careful aim...
And then Brand drops the smokestick. Rachel lowers the bow and screams in frustration.
"Brand you dunce! I can't get a shot at the girl now!" Rachel roars as she dashes forward, swiftly casting a spell on herself to make her more accurate. "They don't even have any gunners or archers, what good did you do???"
An oily mass of smoky darkness rolls forward at Laika, but the agile wolfman evades the chilling tendrils of the Shadow Demon. Castor is not so lucky, feeling his strength sucked away by the hungry entity. Furthermore, the shadowy creature slips into the minotaur's mighty frame, and Castor finds his mind inundated with beastial wants and desires, above all a consuming hatred. All that is good in Castor is swiftly suppressed as dark voices whisper promises to him.
((Miss. Hit. 5 STR damage to Castor. Castor is infused with evil!))
Next turn!!!

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Apr 10, 2006 5:53 am
Grinning gleefully, Zook snaps off three shots rapidly at one of Shailtor's high priests. He puts extra focus on his first, and is angered when it misses. He hovers in place, frowning. ((33 damage to the redhatted dude on the right)) --- Castor's arms go limp as the spirit envelops him. He twitches convulsively for several seconds, froth flying from the corner of his jaw. Suddenly he is still. He turns, then, and it becomes clear that his eyes have turned a fiery red. What also becomes clear, is that the blade of Atlas has as well. He raises it with an animal roar, and fire rains down upon his friends and compatriots.
((Blaze 3 centered on Damas. Hits Damas, Aurik, Jokulligr, Isyndel, Ashathel, Rhizor, and Merkass. 49 damage. REF save DC 19 for half))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Apr 10, 2006 5:59 am
*Faralon hurries over to his brother, stopping his song, using the scroll of Holy Sword on his blade.* : "We can't afford any risks...Good luck...brother." ((UMD check...natural 14. +20 = 34. Yup. For 7 rounds, Ashathel's weapon is treated as a Holy Force Blade +5 that emits the spell Magic Circle Against Evil. No more possessions!))
===
((Gonna use Acacia's Karmic Strike. -4 penalty to AC, but if anything hits me, I get to hit it back. Also, PA2.
*Acacia strikes at the Blood Armor once again.*
((Roll to hit...5....+4 (STR) +4 (music) +5 (magic) +7 (BAB - PA) + 1 (haste) +2 (recitation) = 28...Hit!
Damage: (2 + 8) [sword] + 4 [cold] + 5 [sonic] + 6 [STR * 1.5] + 4 [music] + 5 [magic] + 4 [PA] = 38.
Roll to hit...4...+18 total = 22. Miss!
Haste attack...Roll to hit...6, with better BAB = hit!
Damage: (6 + 3) [sword] + 5 [cold] + 6 [sonic] + 6 [STR * 1.5] + 4 [music] + 5 [magic] + 4 [PA] = 39.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Apr 10, 2006 6:18 am
Kyoji bursts from invisibility to strike at the Bebilith, leaping into the air and onto its back to plunge his twin blades into the back of its neck and slashing outward. Then he jumps off and slides under the beast, slitting its underbelly with his Force Dagger. Before the demon collapses on top of him, Kyoji leaps out from under him and backflips back to his starting position, leaving a ruined corpse where teh Bebilith once stood.
((Hit, Hit, Hit, 137 damage total. Bebilith dead.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Apr 10, 2006 7:04 am
(I was going to use this spell on a caster but a Castor more fitting. hehe...) The portal swirls once more as another figure passes through it. Lilah stands over the others, glancing around the darkened ruins with an arched eyebrow. Faralon looks about frantically, realizing the fireball came from Castor! As he looks at Castor, sees the Lillend in the corner of his eye, looking at her, "Lilah?!"
The Lillend nods to him, "How fares the battle? I thought I might observe and perhaps write a song of it?"
Faralon shakes his head wildly, obviously worried, "This place is horribly dangerous! Those Shadow Demons...one possessed Castor! He's turned against us!"
Lilah arches an eyebrow, "Possessed?" A sly smile crosses her fair lips, "I believe that I might have something quite fitting for this situation."
While Faralon speaks, she reaches into the bag at her side and withdraws a dark red cloth. Despite the situation, she seems quite amused as she holds it forth and waves it before her face, singing tauntingly to El Tauro.

QUOTE
Mindless Rage(CAdv p155) <Ench(comp)[mind], VSF(red cloth), 1StdAct, Closerange, 1rnd/lvl, WillNeg, SR applies> – The target creature does its best to enter melee combat with the caster as quickly as it may do safely. It may not make ranged attacks, cast spells, or activate magic items. The target must make double moves until it reaches the target, and then make Full Round attacks as soon as possible. The target is not suicidal (i.e., will not jump off a cliff to reach the caster) and may make full use of its offensive and defensive abilities. Barbarians, etc., immediately rage if they fail their save vs. this spell.

[Castor Will Save: 18 + 8 = 26]
[Save Failed...by 1. Whew... ]
With a mirthful laugh, she then flaps her mighty wings and sails 35 ft diagonally into the air away from El Tauro.
[Fly - Good - Speed 70 - Up 35ft, to the first western wall.]
((Cedric later, just had to get this out of the way. ))

Posted by: Nightmare Mon Apr 10, 2006 7:28 am
((Laika attacks the shadowy smoke thingy, I don't have the rolls saved, but I made them in chat, so people know I'm not cheating. I hit with two claws and a bite for a total of 50 damage, I think they were somthing like 24, 15 and 11 damage.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:20 am
"Be gone," Ashathel says simply, moving through the smoke to assault the Shadow demon as he exited. His blade cleaved through the creature's form, enhanced by the spell cast on the weapon. ---- "I will not be your pawn... your traitor... I will be your destruction!" Gabriel roars, his words becoming almost unintelligible near the end as his body shifts. Thick fur and claws grow from his hands and feet, as his body goes from that of a half giant to that of a giant lion. Filled with rage, he claws at the shadowy creature and bites at the Blood Armor, fangs snapping closed just short of the crimson construct.
((Reflex: 1d20 + 6 (dex) +10 (ref) +2 (prot. from evil) + 1 (haste) = 27. Ash takes 24 damage.
Ash moves five squares north, one square west. Attack on the Shadow Demon.
Miss chance: 1d100 = 65. Hit.
Attack: 1d20 +10 (sword) +8 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) = 48
Damage: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +2 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= 48regular, 6 holy
~~~~
Gabe stays put and rapes him some Smoke, launching a bite at the armor as well.
Miss chance: 1d100 = 91
Claw1: 1d20 +9 (bab) +10 (str) +4 (bardic) + 1 (haste) -9 (pa) = 34
Damage1: 1d6 +10 (str) +9 (pa) +4 (bardic) = 27
Miss chance: 1d100 = 88
Claw2: 1d20 +9 (bab) +10 (str) +4 (bardic) + 1 (haste) -9 (pa) = 31
Damage1: 1d6 +10 (str) +9 (pa) +4 (bardic) = 29
Bite: 1d20 +4 (bab) +10 (str) +4 (bardic) + 1 (haste) -9 (pa) = 23. Misses the Armor, I think.
Damage: 1d8 +10 (str) +9 (pa) +4 (bardic) = 30
Claw 3 didn't make it past the miss chance (rolled a 2).
<}--- Ashathel: 93/117 HP (norm 97 max) ---{>
Effective AC: 28 (23 touch), +2 Dodge to the Torch Eye
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Mage Armor, Haste, Holy Sword [rnd 1/7], Bardic Music [rnd 1/10]
== Spells ==
Lvl. 0: ----
Lvl. 1: ----
Lvl. 2: ----
<}--- Gabriel 170/170 HP (norm 125 max)---{>
Effective AC: 21
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Haste, Primeval Form, Rage [rnd 1/10]))

Posted by: Aldur Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:53 am
((OOC: I dunno if Amelios can continue further...if not he just grapples at the shadow demon attacking him. And since running triples speed, Amelios can move 60ft. So I think he can reach here.)) The crazed cleric laughs at what has happened to him and ignores it, continuing on towards his goal, sure that the power he needs is there...along with the Strife Lord. Nothing would stand in his way. He'd grab it and then they'd all see. He breaks into a run, going past the Blood Armour. And then past Cedric Sister, openly laughing now. He looks up, now at the base of the Altar.
Almost there...
((Three squares to the right of Cedric's Sister.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Apr 10, 2006 4:41 pm
[Reflex save: 24. Damas takes 24 damage] "What the-?" Damas gasps as he sees Castor's now glowing red eyes focused on him. His worst fear is realized when the Minotaur uses his axe's ability to rain fire down upon him and those around him. The sorcerer jumps to the side a bit to avoid the full brunt of the attack, but balls of flame still burn him. He bites down on his tongue to keep himself from screaming, but doing so causes even more pain. Damas soon tastes blood in his mouth but he ignores it for now and focuses on his enemies. He weaves arcane symbols in the air and speaks in and ancient tongue to fuel his spell. The air around the dark smoke becomes frigid and the spell manages to harm it despite its incorporeal form.
[Damas casts Freeze 1 on the Dark Smoke near Laika and Gabriel. He rolls 57 and bypasses it's incorporeity to hit it. It takes 17 cold damage.]
******
Kethra looks as Castor with shock fire rains down on her friends and allies. When she looks back into the Minotaur eyes, she can tell that he is possessed. She attacks the armor again, hoping to hit it this time.
[Kethra will move to the square bottom right of the armor, as use Elusive Dance to avoid its AOO. If I'll provoke an AOO from Castor, I'll make a Tumble check: 10 + 14 = 24. Since she's moving at only half speed that would be a success.
Attack Roll: 16 + 17 = 33
Damage (If she hits): 8 + 8 = 16]

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Apr 10, 2006 10:11 pm
Cedric meets the demented eyes of his sister, then he starts forward. Breaking into a run he nears the pitt between himself and his kin. [Jump: 20...+ 2 + 5 - 7 = 20] Despite the heavy armor he wears, he leaps forward mightily and soars towards his sister... Then, just as he nears the midpoint of his jump he abruptly begins to fall. A frantic expression crosses his face as he struggles to comes just alittle closer....just alittle... He reaches out towards the far ledge, so close yet so far. Then his eyes look past his sister and meet the taunting eyes of the Lord of the Twisted Web. The eyes of the paladin widen in horror, comprehension and desperation in them. Hope was torn away from him in that moment as he fell, missing the ledge and vanishing into the darkness of the pitt. As he falls he screams, a desperate cry of anguish and futility which echoes throughout the chamber, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
((Oh... Side note, he should have made that jump. It was if something dragged him down halfway through it.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Apr 11, 2006 12:39 am
((Isyndel passes the save with a 13 and assorted other bonuses. She fires off a Magic Missile at the same Dark Smoke that Damas' attacked. Force spell for the win. OnlineHost: DragonmasterDon1 rolled 5 4-sided dice: 3 3 3 4 1 = 19 damage at 1d4+1. Whee!
Will pretty up later or something; brother's here.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Apr 11, 2006 3:17 am
((Merkass buys 10 holy arrows Aurik buys 5 mana potions Rhizor buys 9 mana potions Updated sheets Merkass has attack rolles of 14, 3, 18, 17 that he was going to use last round, but he's just going to have to sit on them now.
Saves
11 + 21 + 1 = 33. Evasion means Merkass takes nil.
12 + 7 + 1 = 20. Evasion means Aurik takes nil.
17 + 5 = 22. Rhizor takes half.))
*Merkass curls back his lips and pins back his ears before unleashing a piercing hiss. He was ready to fire a slew of arrows into the enemy before the smoke filled the corridor before him. To his left he saw blood armors, and to his right he saw Castor, who had just rained fire down upon them, along with another blood armor. He had few choices of where to go. Moving around the nearest brazier, Merkass lied in wait, ready to stalk every trace of evil out of this area.*
((Merkass moves 5 N, 2 W. Full out defense))
*The flames washed over Aurik's body harmlessly. Volcanon had favored him this day, and he took it to be a favorable omen. He was watching them. Even with the evil of Shailtor permeating this room, they had a chance. Relieving himself from the cluster, Aurik brought down feelings of warmth and celebration into his allies, letting him know of his Lord's presence even in this darkest of times. Their steps felt lighter, their moves more deliberate. They could win this, and if Volcanon had anything to say about it, they would.*
((Aurik moves 2 spaces NE
Aurik casts Elation
+2 STR, +2 DEX))
*So the end would begin with flames. Nature's equalizer. Even the mighty would fall to ashes and back into the soil through flame. If the Strife Lords sought to defile his lands and his allies, then Rhizor was left with little choice else. Flying into the air, Rhizor is able to get a better view of the battlefield. Waving his clawed hands in the air, Rhizor summons not only a guardian of the lands, but the incarnation of the land itself. In the midst of the smoke, a tall, 16' high human-like mass of rocks rises from the ground and bellows out a roar. Evil had raped the land. Now, the very earth itself would get even.
As he spies around the room, however, Rhizor notices one other strange oddity. The now-headless blood armor seemed to have strange runes inscribed all over it. Unable to make out their meaning himself, Rhizor points it out to the rest of his allies.*
: Wielders of the arcane, the living armors have runes inscribed upon them! Try to discern their meaning.
((Rhizor flies 3N 1E and 10' off the ground.
Rhizor casts Summon Nature's Ally V (Earth Elemental. Spell is centered directly in the middle of the smoke))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Apr 11, 2006 4:19 am
Bullets strike the chanting Arch Priest, but he ignores them and keeps chanting. A spear pierces Ashathel's side as he moves up to slash at the Shadow Demon. His blade flares white as it cleaves through the smoky cloud, a piercing wail emanating from it as it dissipates.
((Hit! 13 damage to Ashathel. (AoO). Shadow Demon defeated!))
Gabriel's animal form rips apart the insubstantial demon thanks to Jokulligr's imbuing him with holy energy.
Shailtor shakes his head. "Well, we need you awake for the possession to truly take hold, but I'll just wake you up when you're less of a handful, heh heh heh..." Shailtor chuckles as draws a small device from his robes and thumbs a button. Gabriel falls unconscious, instantly.
Acacia's mighty blows sunder off an arm of the Blood Armor, the construct now forced to wield its weapon awkwardly. The Shadow Demon defeated, Isyndel switches her target to the most heavily damanged Blood Armor, the one Acacia attacked. The spell slams into the construct and the thing seems ready to crumble. When Damas' spell impacts it though, it seems not to be affected by the extreme cold.
The scrying window showing Van's village now shows the raiders at the gates of the half-built wall. A hail of arrows thuds into the wall as the guards manning it return fire inneffectually with crossbows.
Rachel dashes forward, bursting through the cloud of smoke to fire a blunt arrow at Corliss. The arrow impacts her, almost knocking her down, but she recovers.
((Hit. 12 damage subdual to Corliss.))
Rhizor's Elemental bursts from the stone floor, dissipating the smoke with its arrival.
Laika's Blood Armor opponent fails to strike the agile warrior, but the one fighting Kethra strikes the young monk twice.
((Miss, Miss, Miss. Miss, Hit, Hit. 25 damage to Kethra.))
Three spear strikes lash out at Rachel, wounding her lightly even as one of the Blood Armor further away steps back, then forward as it hurls its spear at Ashathel. The weapon rips into the elf's side, then is drawn back as a chain connecting it to the Blood Armor retracts until the automaton regains its weapon.
Kanmeshi casts a well aimed spell that knocks Corliss unconscious before she can proceed with patricide.
A blast of invisible light strikes Rachel, causing her to shout in pain.
((36 damage to Rachel.))
Next round!

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Apr 11, 2006 4:41 am
Zook empties his clip at his target, cackling when both shots hit home. ((Crit, hit. 74 damage total)) --- Bellowing at the taunts of the Lillend, Castor bent his head low, digging for purchase with his hooves, before he barrelled forward, tripping and falling flat on his FACE.
((nat 1 on the bullrush, miss confirmed))

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Apr 11, 2006 4:52 am
*The earthen creature erupts from the ground, so Merkass wastes no time. Hopping to the right, the catman unleashes four arrows into the priests. The first two strike the priest on the left edge of the platform. The third strikes the priest on the right, and the fourth is delayed a second until Merkass catches a glimpse of the ones he has already hit. The four arrows fly with a holy glow which penetrates into the black hearts of the priests, the first more malevolent than the others.*
((Merkass makes a 5' step right (which puts him in a different place than shown on the map, since the move was missed) He'll be 4N1W of his current position (if my notation is funny, that's 4 North, 1 West).
Full Attack with Rapid Shot on the priests.
1d20 + 30 - 2 = 14 + 28 = 42.
1d20 + 25 - 2 = 3 + 23 - 26
1d20 + 28 = 17 + 28 = 45.
1d20 + 28 = 18 + 28 = 46.
Damage
1d8 + 1d6 (Exit Wound) + 1d6 (Nemesis) + 2d6 (Holy) + 1d6 (Rancor) + 5 + 1 (FE) + 4 (BM) + 2 (Flute) = 2 + 4 + 5 + 5 + 6 +1 + 12 = 35.
1d8 + 4d6 + 12 = 4 + 2 + 1 + 5 + 4 + 12 = 28.
1d8 + 4d6 + 12 = 2 + 1 + 3 + 6 + 1 + 12 = 25.
1d8 + 4d6 + 12 = 6 + 6 + 6 + 6 + 5 + 12 = 41.
Yes, folks. AIM did roll 5 consecutive 6s.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Tue Apr 11, 2006 4:53 am
(Van moves up 2 spaces, then one space to the NE! (Right below Rachel) He attacks the Blood Armor 5 times! Attack from last round is PA 7! Hit 8(d20)+11(BAB)+3(Enchantment)+6(STR)+4(Bard)+1(Haste)+1(Elation)+2(Recitation)-7(PA)=29 Damage= 3+4(2d4)+9(STR1.5)+3(Enchantment)+4(Bard)+1(Elation)+14(PA7)=38
PA 5 for the full attack for this round!
34, 26, 22, 36 were the totals for the attacks.
Both attacks that hit came out to 32 damage a piece, for 64 total damage.
Allies gain +1 to hit against it via Distracting Attack.
Phasing apparently doesn't work against Blood Armors. That makes me sad.)

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Apr 11, 2006 5:05 am
"Shailtor!" Ash yelled, pointing his blade at the Strife Lord. "Take a good look; for all of this pain you've caused, you're next!" And with that he swung the force blade three times, tearing into the Blood Armor's form like so much paper. His eyes burning with rage, he added "We won't fall so easily, fiend!"
((Move five feet west, then commence with Blood Armor rape.
Attack1: 1d20 +10 (sword) +8 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) = 49
Damage1: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +3 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= +46 regular, 12 holy
Attack2: 1d20 +10 (sword) +8 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) = 48
Damage1: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +3 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= +41 regular, 7 holy
Attack3: 1d20 +10 (sword) +3 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) = 42
Damage1: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +3 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= +53 regular, 3 holy
<}--- Ashathel: 80/117 HP (norm 97 max) ---{>
Effective AC: 28 (23 touch), +1 dodge to the closest Blood Armors on either side
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Mage Armor, Haste, Holy Sword [rnd 2/7], Bardic Music [rnd 2/10], Elation
== Spells ==
Lvl. 0: ----
Lvl. 1: ----
Lvl. 2: ----
<}--- Gabriel 170/170 HP (norm 125 max)---{>
Effective AC: 21
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Haste, Primeval Form, Rage [rnd 1/10], Bardic Music [rnd 2/10], Elation))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Apr 11, 2006 5:45 am
Brand flies up onto the overhang to his right, darting through the doorway to stab at the monsterous machines. Last round- Fly over the ledge to my right, through the doorway, and attack the right-hand armor. (Spell head) 2 + 5(str) + 4(elation) + 1(haste) + 1(masterwork) + 10 (skill) -1 (2wep)= 22 Miss!
Next round:
Brand continues to stab and the machines, only to find that... Electricity doesn't faze them. Cursing loudly and audibly, the birdman vanished back into thin air, trying to decide where to hit next.
Round 2- attack
(Spell head) Natural 20
No damage!
Lightning bolt released, strikes armor and left-most mage.
No damage to armor!
Damage to mage: 3 4 5 4 2 6 2 2 5 6 = 39 electrical.
5-foot step straight up, use ring to go invisdable!

Posted by: Rusty Tue Apr 11, 2006 5:55 am
((Faralon should have been moved up. He also should be able to hit the untouched Blood Armor to the right - the one Amelios just walked past - through the hole there. So, PBS and Rapid Shot it.)) *Faralon's heart races as the battle worsens. He fires three arrows at the constructs, knowing it's entirely possible his spells won't do a thing against them.*
*Faralon calls out to his team, noticing the Shadow Demons not being entirely physical.*
: "Tanooki! Use your force spells against them! Spells like freeze might miss, but magic missile won't!"
((19 +7 (DEX w/Elation and Cat's Grace) +4 (music) +3 (magic by bane) +7 (BAB) +2 (recitation) -2 (Rapid Shot) +1? (PBS, if possible?) +1 (size) = 41 or 42. Hit!
2 [arrow] + (5 + 6) [bane] + 1 [STR] + 3 [magic by bane] + 1? [PBS?] +2 [flute] = 19 or 20.
12 +7 (DEX w/Elation and Cat's Grace) +4 (music) +3 (magic by bane) +2 (BAB) +2 (recitation) -2 (Rapid Shot) +1? (PBS, if possible?) +1 (size) = 29 or 30. Hit!
2 [arrow] + (6 + 6) [bane] + 1 [STR] + 3 [magic by bane] + 1? [PBS?] +2 [flute] = 20 or 21.
16 +7 (DEX w/Elation and Cat's Grace) +4 (music) +3 (magic by bane) +7 (BAB) +2 (recitation) -2 (Rapid Shot) +1? (PBS, if possible?) +1 (size) = 38 or 39. Hit!
8 [arrow] + (3 + 4) [bane] + 1 [STR] + 3 [magic by bane] +1? [PBS?] +2 [flute] = 21 or 22.))
===
*Acacia's attacks grow more fierce as the surrounding chaos gets worse - the situation becoming more bleak. Even so, she fights on.*
((10 +5 (STR w/Elation) +4 (music) +5 (magic) +4 (BAB - PA) + 1 (haste) +2 (recitation) = 31. Hit!
Damage: (7 + 9) [sword] + 3 [cold] + 1 [sonic] +7 (STR w/Elation) +4 [music] +5 [magic] +10 [PA] = 46.
16 +4 (STR w/Elation) +4 (music) +5 (magic) -1 (second BAB - PA) + 1 (haste) +2 (recitation) = 31. Hit!
Damage: (5 + 6) [sword] + 3 [cold] + 1 [sonic] +7 (STR w/Elation) +4 [music] +5 [magic] +10 [PA] = 41
12 +5 (STR w/Elation) +4 (music) +5 (magic) +4 (BAB - PA) + 1 (haste) +2 (recitation) = 33. Hit!
Damage: (2 + 9) [sword] + 3 [cold] + 4 [sonic] +7 (STR w/Elation) +4 [music] +5 [magic] +10 [PA] = 44
Btw, if Acacia destroys the Blood Armor, she misses the Shadow Demon with 48 and 19 on the miss chances.))

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Apr 11, 2006 6:15 am
Seeing Gabe go limp and fall to the ground only makes Laika push harder. He hacks away at the Blood Armor sending chunks of metal flying left right and center. ((Attack: Claw1: D20 + 9(STR) + 8(BAB) + 4(Music) + 1(Haste) + 3(Recitation) - 4(PA) = 13 + 21 = 34
Claw2: D20 + 9(STR) + 8(BAB) + 4(Music) + 1(Haste) + 3(Recitation)- 4(PA) = 14 + 21 = 35
Claw3: D20 + 9(STR) + 8(BAB) + 4(Music) + 1(Haste) + 3(Recitation) - 4(PA) = 8 + 21 = 29
Bite: D20 + 4(STR) + 4(BAB) + 4(Music) + 1(Haste) + 3(Recitation) - 4(PA) = 4 + 12 = 16
Damage:
Claw1: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = 3 + 4(Fire) + 13 = 20
Claw2: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = 8 + 5(Fire) + 13 = 26
Claw3: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = 2 + 1(Fire) + 13 = 16
Total: 62))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Apr 11, 2006 1:15 pm
"It's time. No more of this nonsense." Amelios continues his run, panting heavily now, the effort of running while holding off an evil spirit and in full plate was taking it's toll. But he was so close. The cleric smiled as he ascended the Altar, glaring at the visage of the Strife Lord below him. He stood ready, to take the power he deserved.
Now...Where is it? Where? Where!? WHERE!?
((Amelios is now directly in front of Shailtor.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Apr 11, 2006 1:53 pm
Damas calls back to the rest of the magic team. "My cold magic did not work against that giant suit of armor. If it is anything like an Iron golem, which I think it is, it is immune to most magic..." Damas fires off five energy missiles at the Shadow Demon, his eyes narrowed. From studying the creature he knows that it seems to be a cross between a Gizmo and a Shadow. He forgave himself for the incident, but he does not know if he can ever forgive such demons. The missiles impact with its incorporeal form, causing Damas to grin. He then studies the runes on the headless Blood Armor.
[Damage: 18
Knowledge (Arcana): 25]
*****
Kethra strikes out at the Blood Armor once again with all of her strength.
[Attacks:
1: 19 + 7 (BAB) + 5 (STR w/Elation & Ring) + 4 (Song) + 2 (Recitation) = 37
2: 6 + 7 (BAB) + 5 (STR w/Elation & Ring) + 4 (Song) + 2 (Recitation) = 24
3: 12 + 7 (BAB) + 5 (STR w/Elation & Ring) + 4 (Song) + 2 (Recitation) = 30
Damage:
1: 8 + 5 (STR w/Elation & Ring) + 4 (Song) = 17
2: 9 + 5 (STR w/Elation & Ring) + 4 (Song) = 18
3: 10 + 5 (STR w/Elation & Ring) + 4 (Song) = 19
Dodge, also]

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Apr 11, 2006 5:16 pm
((Damas, if you think the thing is undead like a shadow, let us know. Our cleric might be able to banish them.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Apr 11, 2006 8:26 pm
The crystal clear laugh of Lilah resounds across the chamber as Castor falls upon his face. Still smiling, she waves the red cloth at him tauntingly. She then sings lightly and where she once flew alone, now fly six of her kind each one identical to her.
[Mirror Image: 1d4 + 1 = 5 Images]
The Lillends now fly to the north to just over the balcony.
...
The pitt was dim, illuminated only by the light filtering down from far above. From amidst the uneven debris from year's of neglect spikes jutted upwards. Cedric Theodoric stared blankly forward, his eyes tormented by the final image of his father bound. With sudden force he tore his armor free of the spike that he had almost been impaled upon and stood to his full height. His haunted eyes turn upward, past the hewn stone of the pitt to the light far above.
Trembling, he stumbles forward to lean against the hewn stone, whispering to himself, "Where are the Gods..." He rests his head against the stone as his muscles tense and tears well up in the corners of his eyes. Pulling back he stares upward, crying out with a voice desperate and helpless, "MITULA!!!!!"
[CHA Check: 15 + 5 = 20]
His cry meets only with silence and for a moment, Cedric stands there gazing upwards. Then his face twitches, contouring in rage as he spins around and lashes out with his hammer.
[Attack 1: 12 + blah blah]
[Attack H: 1 + blah blah]
[Confirm: 7 Normal Miss]
[Attack 2: 15 + blah blah]
[Attack 3: 20 + blah blah]
[Confirm: 12 Critical
With a single blow Cedric shatters three spikes before missing another row due to his rage. Swinging around he strikes the hewn stone of the pit wall with incredible force sending chunks of stone flying and almost causing a rock slide.
Breathing heavily, Cedric grips the holy symbol hanging around his neck and tears it free. He stares at it for a moment, his eyes flickering with anger, before he begins to tighten his fist around the statue. It is then that an object falls from the surface far above and lodges into the ground near Cedric. It is a spear.
The Paladin pauses, staring at it for a long moment distantly. Tears flow down his face as he looks up once more as he silently slides the holy symbol into a pouch at his side. He takes a deep breath, his eyes focusing intently on the wall above him.
[Power Surge: +8 STR / 5 Rounds]
[Concentration: 16 + 21 = 37]
He looks up once more, his eyes narrowing with determination as energy laces around his body. He reaches out for the crude stone and begins climbing.
[Climb: 16 +9 - 7 = 18]
[Climb: 19 + 9 - 7 = 21]
[Climb: 15 + 9 - 7 = 17]
[Climb: 16 +9 - 7 = 18]
[Climb: 16 +5 - 7 = 14]
[Climb: 7 + 5 - 7 = 5]
((Lucky rolls again, I don't think I'll need that many climb checks but think I'd roll them just in cause. Let me know on the round he gets out. Also, he's hasted so his climb speed should be up.))

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Apr 11, 2006 11:16 pm
((Before battle)) As they approached the entrance, ryhir passes out some of the scrolls he had purchased, and has them cast apon him. He also drinks the potions he aquired. --------------- ((Current)) Ryhir looks about, unsure what to do and how to help, eventually settles on helping out the now lone wolfman, and rushes that way, tumbling around the hulking armor, and striking at it from behind.
((Ryhir is 3 squares up, one left of Laika. Flanking FTW!
Attack: 1d20(20) Hit! I assume no crit on the armors, but I'll roll anyhow
Confirm: 1d20(5) + 28(all bonuses amased) = 33
Dam: 1d6(1) + 4str + 4bard + 5magic + 2d6(11)cold + = 14 + 11 cold
If Crit: 28 + 11 cold + 2 Skirmish
Ryhir AC Vs Armor = 32))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Apr 12, 2006 12:08 am

QUOTE (Wandering Dezorian @ Tue Apr 11, 2006 11:16 am)
((Damas, if you think the thing is undead like a shadow, let us know. Our cleric might be able to banish them.))

"They appear to be a cross between a Gizmo and a Shadow. I am unsure if it is undead, so it is up to Aurik if he wants to try and turn it..."

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Apr 12, 2006 12:48 am
The Wizardess fumed; of what she knew of summoning she feared time ran short. The bullheaded cleric (acting so typically male) had rushed forward for reasons she could not comprehend and the Prince and his consort-of-sorts were in danger. As things unfolded around her she made a move she considered almost desperate for all involved, but if they were to run out of time fighting this minions it wouldn't matter how they died anyway.
She shoved herself between Damas and Rhizor and grabbed each of them. "Come with me!" she spat before turning to Rhizor and adding "Grab the catfolk; no time to explain!"
And with a few words they were gone.
((Five foot step, touches Damas and Rhizor and hopefully Rhizor touches Merkass. Dimension Door cast, destination just below the two treasure chests on the western side of the castle.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Apr 12, 2006 1:30 am
"What's that? I smell a rat!" Shailtor says, sniffing the air. His voice drops to a casual, friendly tone. "Damas, I hate to tell you this, you appear to have a rodent infestation." "An infestation?" Damas asks, raising an eyebrow. "My familiar is a rat, but..." The sorcerer sighs, a bit frustrated and confused as it is. "Do forgive me me for asking, but what are you talking about?"
"It's no problem, I'll take care of it for you," Shailtor says, gesturing. Li flies from Damas' robes to Shailtor's hand.
Damas gasps in shock as the small rat flies out of his robes and his eyes narrow slightly. "What are you doing?" he asks Shailtor, attempting to be calm.
"I'm just getting rid of your infestation. You're trying to win a lady aren't you? Rodents are unseemly..." Shailtor says as he squeezes Li in his fist.
"Let her go!" Damas shouts, now becoming angry. "She's a poor, helpless rodent! Leave her alone..."
"Let who go? This rat? Why?" Shailtor asks, confused.
Meanwhile, Li squeals in pain. Master... she thinks sadly.
"She's my friend," Damas says flatly.
"Friends? With a rat? No wonder the elf thinks you're trash," Shailtor says, with a laugh as he squeezes hard. Bones crack and pierce through Li's skin in places.
"STOP IT!" Damas cries in desperation.

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Apr 12, 2006 2:46 am
: Defiler! I have heard your dark whispers in my mind! Your promises of a lush, green landscape. Lies! All lies! You harm the wilds with your very breath! *Wasting no more time on parley, Rhizor flicks his wrist and two small pieces of wood fly out at tremendous speed. The slivers of wood crackle with a purple energy as they sail through the air. Each splinter catches a priest in the neck, and suddenly they feel sluggish, as though life had been drained from them.*
: Ashes to ashes. The land yields many fruits, but it is a harsh place. Now, you shall all pay back what you have reaped!
((Rhizor casts Splinterbolt modified with Fell Drain!
1d20 + 11 + 4 (BM) + 1 (Haste) = 14 + 16 = 30.
1d20 + 16 = 14 + 16 = 30.
4d6 = 5 + 3 + 6 + 6 = 20 damage on left priest.
4d6 = 2 + 3 + 1 + 6 = 12 damage on right priest.
Each priest takes a negative level))
*Aurik raises his holy symbol into the air violently, and a transluscent sheen appears around his allies for a second. The symbol of Volcanon, a phoenix, glows red on them for a second longer, then it, too, vanishes. His friends feel protected, safer, and warm inside.*
((Aurik casts Mass Shield of Faith. All within 30' gain the benefits of a Shield of Faith spell))
*The earth elemental rumbles like the sound of an earthquake. Its speech is all but unintelligible, but its emotions are clear. Raising its fists into the air, it brings down a devastatingly powerful right fist upon the armor Ashathel had already begun to carve apart. Hammering down with its left, its course is deflected off its foe's plates, but the damage had already been done. It grumbles again, then glares with its onyx eyes.*
((Full attack (2 slams) on blood armor to the left. PA 5.
1d20 + 12 + 1 (earth mastery) - 5 = 20 + 8. Hit.
1d20 + 7 = 7 + 8 = 15.
2d8 + 7 + 1 + 5 = 7 + 8 + 13 = 28 damage.))

Posted by: Riegien Wed Apr 12, 2006 3:13 am
The birdman priest summons the power of his diety, filling his frame with strength, feeding his his righteous fury, empowering him with the ability to defend his faith. Casting Divine Power. Engaging Ubermode. +6 str, Fighter bab = +10/+5, +9 hp
Kanmeshi then directs his spiritual weapon to attack the Blood Armor standing near Ryhir and Laika, striking it visciously, but missing horribly.
Spiritual weapon roll d20= 3+10(bab)+4(wis) = 17 attack roll

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Apr 12, 2006 4:19 am
Zook's shots erupt out front of the priest, but the spellcaster doggedly continues to chant even as the blood pools around him on the floor. Merkass' arrows are what spell his end, though, the priest collapsing on the ground. The other priest finishes his chant and seems to come out of a trance, becoming aware of the battle around him.
Van cannot move to where he wanted, the elemental blocking the way, but he does manage to move close enough to hit, avoiding an opportunistic attack on the way. His Guisarme pierces the armor in several places.
Ashathel slashes apart pieces of the Blood Armor, but enough still stands to wield a spear after he is through.
"OOoooOoooOOoohhh," Shailtor says. "I'm SOOOOO scared!"
Brand flies up to support Van's assault, unleashing his lightning bolt on the remaining Arch-Priest when he finds his attack has no effect. The bolt hits the priest dead on, electricity arcing through his limbs. The birdman then vanishes before anything can befall him.
Acacia's blows succeed in tearing apart the Blood Armor, the metal monstrosity falling apart in a clanking heap of metal.
Faralon's arrows pierce through the living suit of mail, causing it significant damage even as Laika rends into the armor he faces with difficulty.
Damas can tell the runes have to do with soul-binding even as his missles slam into the Shadow Demon.
Kethra makes dang sure that Blood Armor isn't getting up again.
Ryhir moves up, slashing at the Blood Armor to little effect.
"Reaping, reaping, reaping, I like that word! I'll have to use it in something!" Shailtor says brightly even as his Arch-Priest is struck by the bolt and begins to breath heavier.
The Earth Elemental pounds on the armor, creating a dent in its bright red exterior.
The Shadow Demon sends forth a tendril of evil at Acacia, but she barely evades.
The Blood Armor facing Laika jabs at him once with his spear, then he twirls it around its head and suddenly steps forward to thrust it through the half feral fighter!
((Hit, Critical Hit! Miss. 43 damage total to Laika.))
Kyoji bursts forward, slashing a small rent into the armor as the Armor smoothly turns and trips him with the butt of its spear. Kyoji shouts in surprise as he sails into the pit, grabbing the opposite edge and slamming against the wall. He groans as he winces in pain, noting Cedric climbing up the same wall.
"Greetings. Your father is safe," Kyoji mumbles, half his cheek smashed against stone.
The Blood Armor turns and jabs at Ashathel three times, each time save for once being parried. However, when the great spear does impact, it leaves a painful gash.
((Miss, Hit, Miss. 13 damage to Ashathel.))
The rearmost armor reaches over the shoulder of its comrade to jab at Van, the fighter taking two light wounds to the chest, the heavy weapon tearing through the armor. Its comrade does the same, with less striking results.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. 22 damage to Van. Miss, Miss, Hit. 15 damage to Van.))
The distant Blood Armor throws its spear again, striking Rachel lightly in the side. The woman ranger grunts in pain, but her eyes flame as she draws three arrows and looses them at the remaining priest. All of the arrows are off target, though. One of the Blood Armors takes this opportunity to jab at her, piercing her body and causing her to cough up an alarming quantity of blood. She falls to a knee, hands wrapped around her sides, one over the wound. She raises her hand, shakily and sees the blood on it as she whispers.
"I... I've tried to prepare for this day a long time... At least... the family is safe..."
Then she closes her eyes and slumps over, her breathing ceasing.
The scrying window following Van and showing his village's battle gets foreboding as the raiders swarm around the incomplete wall. Several of the defending archers fall, arrows through their throats.
The "priest" gives everyone a nasty surprise as he casts a fireball into the midst of Damas, Isyndel, and Rhizor.
((Saves failed. 32 damage to all.))
A blast of invisible energy strikes Zook, burning him badly as he flies in the sky.
((Hit. 43 damage.))
Amelios reaches Shailtor and the entity laughs.
"So EAGER! You have a profound honor, my friend! I shall initiate you into the new future PERSONALLY."
Shailtor places a hand on Amelios head and black energy surrounds the cleric, whirling around him. When it recedes, Amelios stands still, head down, eyes closed.
Next turn!

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed Apr 12, 2006 4:40 am
Zook roars in pain as he jams another clip into his rifle and fires three shots in rapid succession at the Theurge. ((Hit, miss, hit. 40 damage total)) Castor stands and resumes moving toward the Lillend, spitting grit out of his mouth.

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Apr 12, 2006 5:04 am
((Van attacks the Blood Armor that killed Rachel four times, but only hits once for 31 damage, not counting DR. He takes 13 damage from the thing's counter attack)

Posted by: Rusty Wed Apr 12, 2006 6:11 am
*Faralon's fires three more arrows at the construct, hoping to take it down to aid the melee fighters. He worries as he sees Rachel fall almost immediately...* ((10 +7 (DEX w/Elation and Cat's Grace) +4 (music) +3 (magic by bane) +7 (BAB) +2 (recitation) -2 (Rapid Shot) +1 (size) = 32. Hit!
5 [arrow] + (4 + 6) [bane] + 1 [STR] + 3 [magic by bane] + 2 [flute] = 21.
12 +7 (DEX w/Elation and Cat's Grace) +4 (music) +3 (magic by bane) +2 (BAB) +2 (recitation) -2 (Rapid Shot) +1 (size) = 29. Hit!
7 [arrow] + (6 + 5) [bane] + 1 [STR] + 3 [magic by bane] + 2 [flute] = 24.
2 +7 (DEX w/Elation and Cat's Grace) +4 (music) +3 (magic by bane) +7 (BAB) +2 (recitation) -2 (Rapid Shot) +1 (size) = Miss! (Barely ;_;)
===
*Acacia's attacks become wild and unpredictable as she swings with all of her might at the Shadow Demon, hoping to kill it. In doing so, she turns about, missing on the second swing completely and horribly.*
((3 +5 (STR w/Elation) +4 (music) +5 (magic) +0 (BAB - PA) + 1 (haste) +2 (recitation) = 20. Hit!
Miss chance: 100. Hit!
Damage: (10 + 3) [sword] + 3 [cold] + 5 [sonic] +7 (STR w/Elation) +4 [music] +5 [magic] +18 [PA] = 55.
1...
Confirming critical miss...6 +5 (STR w/Elation) +4 (music) +5 (magic) -5 (second BAB - PA) + 1 (haste) +2 (recitation) = 18. Critical miss!
6 +5 (STR w/Elation) +4 (music) +5 (magic) +4 (BAB - PA) + 1 (haste) +2 (recitation) = 23. Hit!
Miss chance: 93. Hit!
Damage: (4 + 4) [sword] + 5 [cold] + 3 [sonic] +7 (STR w/Elation) +4 [music] +5 [magic] +18 [PA] = 50))

Posted by: Kyosokun Wed Apr 12, 2006 6:34 am
((Ryhir attacks the Armor 5 times, 5 hits. Dam1: 19 + 5 fire Dam2: 21 + 6 fire Dam3: 16 + 6 fire Dam4: 15
Dam5: 14))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Apr 12, 2006 2:52 pm
http://www.kaihaku.net/BGM/28_-_unacceptable_losses.mp3 -For Rachel-

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Apr 12, 2006 2:55 pm
((Well, that Dimension Door move worked SO well *sigh* Pass your save Don because you're at -9, and Isyndel will die otherwise. I see Damas going completely insane again )) Damas screams in pain and crumples to the ground. "Li...Isyndel..." he murmurs as he loses consciousness.
[Stabilize: 13 + 7 = 20. He's at -5 and stable]
Kethra moves to aid Laika but she has to spend the whole time moving just to get there. She stands ready to strike.
[Kethra moves into the space SW of Laika, using Elusive Dance to avoid the AOO. She then uses Dodge]

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Apr 12, 2006 2:57 pm
Laika continues to pound into the Blood Armor ((Attack: Claw1: D20 + 9(STR) + 8(BAB) + 4(Music) + 1(Haste) + 3(Recitation) - 4(PA) + 2(Flank) = 17 + 23 = hit Claw2: D20 + 9(STR) + 8(BAB) + 4(Music) + 1(Haste) + 3(Recitation) - 4(PA) + 2(Flank) = 9 + 23 = hit
Claw3: D20 + 9(STR) + 8(BAB) + 4(Music) + 1(Haste) + 3(Recitation) - 4(PA) + 2(Flank) = 5 + 23 = hit
Bite: D20 + 4(STR) + 4(BAB) + 4(Music) + 1(Haste) + 3(Recitation) - 4(PA) + 2(Flank) = 3 + 14 = miss
Damage:
Claw1: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = X + X(Fire) + 17 =
Claw2: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = X + X(Fire) + 17 =
Claw3: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = X + X(Fire) + 17 =
Total: ??
Don't have time to finish rolling for damage or find out all of what Flanking does... and Arc has control of Laika until Monday.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Apr 12, 2006 3:01 pm

QUOTE (Nightmare @ Wed Apr 12, 2006 8:57 am)
Damage: Claw1: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = 5 + 4(Fire) + 17 = 22 + 4(Fire) Claw2: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = 3 + 3(Fire) + 17 = 20 + 3(Fire) Claw3: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = 6 + 6(Fire) + 17 = 23 + 6(Fire)

Damage Posted.

Posted by: Rusty Wed Apr 12, 2006 8:25 pm
((Just realized I get an AoO on the big bull. Roll to hit... 14 +5 (STR w/Elation) +4 (music) +5 (magic) +0 (BAB - PA) + 1 (haste) +2 (recitation) = 31. Hit. Damage: (4 + 7) [sword] + 1 [cold] + 4 [sonic] +7 (STR w/Elation) +4 [music] +5 [magic] +18 [PA] = 50.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Apr 12, 2006 8:32 pm
((This takes place at the same time of my action...)) A scream of rage and sorrow rips itself from Van's throat as he risks a quick glance to see how she was doing only to see her die. All other concerns except the desctruction of Rachel's killer vanished from his mind as the rage took control. Gripping his weapon tightly, he launches into a flurry of attacks against the Blood Armor, but due to his anger his aim is poor and only one blow manages to connect. While the Blood Armor's counter-attack hurt like hell, Van really didn't, wouldn't care until the murderous thing before him was dead.

Posted by: Aldur Thu Apr 13, 2006 1:15 am
The cleric gasped as Shailtor touched him and all went black. He seemed to be falling, and a gentle hand stretching out through the darkness...towards the cleric. Only to be forced out of the way by another darker hand...a sibilant chuckle could be heard as reality rushed back to the surface of the kyantol.
(( http://gh.ffshrine.org/soundtracks/2384/15377 ))
Amelios looked up, and then grinned, a low cackle coming from his voice, and his aura activated. And unlike the usual shining light they had come to know, a darkness deeper than they've seen before issues forth.
The Cleric hair seems to billow and fly out behind him as his cackle increased to a full laugh, the taint of the Strife Lord's power turning his brown hair the colour of deepest night. His gentle eyes now gone forever, replaced by cruelly amused ones, that seemed to look right past you.
"At last. It is all clear now. Aheh, and to think, this could have been mine...so very long ago. I'd better make up for lost time then."
He chuckled, turning his gaze onto his former companions, a speculative look forming in his eyes as he puts a hand to his chin, And his eyes seem to flash as Two huge Howlers appear near Cedric's family. Amelios speaks sharply to them in the Abyssal tongue, eyes flashing angrily. The two creatures seem to obey him and he nods.
"Hear this! If you all do not desist attacking immediately...my friends here will be forced to tear Cedric's family apart. And I'm sure you don't wish for that. So Obey me. NOW. Or poor Cedric'll be an orphan as well as an only child."
He laughed, a sibilant sound that was lilting, and held a sinister undertone.

Posted by: Riegien Thu Apr 13, 2006 2:12 am
Kanmeshi's eyes flash with divine fury at the desecration of a once holy man. As the howlers appear, he speaks words of holy wrath, directing the might of Volcanon to cleanse this foulness. The area around Amelios and the howlers flashes with an angry, intense golden light that sears the eyes and souls of the evil ones caught within. He then flies onto the balcony with the lillend
Holy Smite. Damage to amelios = 26, succeeded will save = 13 damage
Damage to Howlers = 36 + blind, will save dc 18
Move left 5 spaces

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Apr 13, 2006 2:27 am
*Merkass quickly spit out a curse that sounded like a hiss and a growl. The mages had made a grave travesty against his friends, and for that they would pay. Further compounding the situation, Amelios was now endangering the lives of innocents. What had come over the priest? The foul hellspawn he had summoned forth needed sent back. Amelios happened to be in the way, and so Merkass would have to remind him of what the light of good felt like.*
((Rapid Shot full attack. 3 on priest, 1 on howler, howler then exit wounds into Amelios
1d20 + 32 - 2 = 6 + 30 = 36
1d20 + 27 - 2 = 6 + 25 = 31
1d20 + 30 = 16 + 30 = 46.
1d20 + 30 = 16 + 30 = 46
46 - 4 = 42. Still hits Amelios.
Remaining Priest dies.
Howler and Amelios take
1d8 + 4d6 + 12 = 26 damage.
Howler dies.
Amelios takes some holy damage. Maybe that will bring him partially back to his senses.))
*In the wake of Ashathel's newest sword strike against the blood armor, the elemental makes a sound like many rocks pounding together before his fist slams away at the armor. It swings wide, leaving itself open for a spear thrust. However, the living earth shoves the spear out of the way as the weapon rebounds from its earthen hide. With a mighty backhand, the golem collapses the blood armor and makes a wide swing around, knocking into the other one.*
((Golem crit misses. Takes 11 - 5 = 6 damage.
Golem hits. Kills (it had 2 hp after Ash's attack). Cleaves.
Other one takes 2d8 + 7 = 7 + 8 + 7 + 1 = 23 damage))
*For the first time in many years, Rhizor's mouth was held agape. The batling had seen hellish creations, fiends, and experiments that could turn stomachs, and yet here he stood flabbergasted.*
: Here stands one of Mitula's priests, a shepherd of her flock. Now next to one of the unholiest of the unholies, the defilier of lands, and devourer of souls. You would upset the balance, Amelios Adelhyde! The laws of the land deem this unsuitable, and now for all the strength given to you, they shall take it back twice over!
*Rhizor closes his wings around him, then suddenly flaps them back open. A beam of purple, brown, and gray energy flies forward at the Kyantol priest. It washes over him, sapping his strength quickly and without mercy.*
((Rhizor casts Languor
Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 15 = 19 + 15 = 34.
Sudden Maximize 1d6 + 5 = 11 STR damage.
Will Save half: 1d20 + 18 = 1...
Amelios fails))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Apr 13, 2006 3:21 am
(OOC: Here's a question- While I'm invisible, I'm pretty sure the rules say they don't get their dex bonus for my first attack. If I were to do something like, oh say, throw a tanglefoot bag at the two howlers or at Amelios, does that mean they can't make a reflex save, either?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Apr 13, 2006 3:26 am
((They'd get the save, but I'd give them a -2 penalty.))

Posted by: Rusty Thu Apr 13, 2006 3:27 am
((DON'T. DO. IT.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Apr 13, 2006 3:29 am
((Merkass killed one of the howlers. The other is at 2 hp. Are you SURE you want to do that?))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Apr 13, 2006 4:01 am
((Just so my action isn't missed, ash attacks brings the blood armor to 2 hp, just before the elemental goes all smash-crazy. Dodge to both Blood Armors near Van.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 13, 2006 4:03 am
Lilah shakes her head at the words of Amelios, Mortals were so easily manipulated. Sighing, she weaved a spell of illusion and created yet another image of herself which she left standing upon the balcony while she slipped into the inner chamber and flew towards the downed forms of Damas and Isyndel.
A frown crosses her face as she notes Shalitor, "The Lord of Evil on this plane is a spider?" She chuckles, "It shouldst not come as so great a surprise..." Her eyes then narrow and she chuckles slightly louder, "So, what I have heard is true... Certain spiders can indeed feast upon even mice."
[Silent Image DC: 22]
...
http://www.kaihaku.net/BGM/Wizards%20&%20Warriors%20It's%20Knighttime.mp3 shoots up from the pit forcefully, latching onto the ledge above. A moment later, another joins it as a figure in full plate slowly climbs from the pit. For a brief moment the eyes of Cedric meet those of his father and a hint of relief enters them, however his eyes narrow in hate as he turns them to the Lord of the Twisted Web.
[Charisma: 17 + 5 = 22]
He takes a few steps away from the edge of the pit, his eyes nearly glowing with hatred and determination, "I'll hunt you to the death, fiend." Despite the evident strong emotion flowing through him, his voice is eerily calm, "Nothing will stop me, not deception nor treachery. Even from the grave I'll hunt you until your foul presence no longer pollutes existence." Cedric draws his hammer, "No matter how twisted and entangling your web may be, I'll burst through it to strike at you."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Apr 13, 2006 4:50 am
((You're absolutely right. I think I'll kill Amelios instead. I'll edit in the post later, but what's Amelios' AC current AC w/o his dex bonus?)) >> rand('state',sum(100*clock)); >> ceil(20*rand) ans =
6
>>
Attack roll: 6+lots of stuff. (edited later)

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Apr 13, 2006 4:55 am
Steal this post.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Apr 13, 2006 5:01 am
butts lmao

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Apr 13, 2006 5:08 am
Van batters at the Blood Armor as Faralon's arrows further damage his. Ryhir slashes cut after cut into the Blood Armor, weakening but not destroying it. Laika does the same, the construct seeming on the verge of defeat, yet pressing on to counterattack. Though two of his jabs miss, on the third, the armor twirls its spear over its head and to the side, suddenly thrusting forward to pierce Laika.
((Miss. Critical Hit. Miss. 30 damage to Laika.))
Acacia gnarfles the garthrock.... Er, wounds Castor as he runs by, destroying the Shadow Demon as well.
Kanmeshi's spell stuns the Howlers even as one dies by Merkass' last arrow. Merkass' other arrows combine with Zook's shots to slay the other Theurge before he can act.
Ashathel and the Elemental are able to work together to topple their common foe, the elemental going so far as to slam into the other Blood Armor too.
The Blood Armor in front of Van steps closer to Ashathel and jabs at him, slashing a light cut into his thigh.
The Blood Armor behind that one jabs at Van, then twirls its spear around before making a second attack that erupts out the fighter's back. Pain jolts every nerve in Van's body. As this happens, Van sees on the scrying window, nearly all of the hired guards of his village falling to the swords of the Cult raiders. The men of the village hastily grab for pitchforks, old war-trophies, hatchets, anything to serve as a weapon as the army comes for them...
((Hit. Miss. Critical Hit. 46 total damage to Van.))
The final Blood Armor misses Cedric with a thrown spear as he struggles to make it up the edge.
Cedric rises from the pit and makes his pronouncement even as Shailtor bursts into laughter.
"Yes, yes YES! THAT'S what I wanted to see! Even if you aren't corrupted, that delicious look of pain and hate on your face is food enough for me! And what a delicious meal!" the Lord of Webs turns from Cedric to look on Lilah. He cackles loudly as his six eyes blink in an unnerving pattern. "Mice? Perhaps sometimes, but snakes have a certain taste to them as well..."
A cold air sweeps over the battlefield as a number of celestials, angels, lillends and other creatures of good rise from the pit's sides and back. Their flesh is torn and ragged, and their eyes are pitch black now.
"But as you can see, I've run out of my stock. Have you come to feed me a worthy dessert? I do say you look SUCCULENT! Ahahahaha!" Shailtor cackles madly as the dead and defiled beings of good suddenly begin to move.
Throughout it all, Shailtor's odd double voice continues to chant.
The Silence misses, much to everyone's surprise.
Kyoji eases himself over the edge of the pit, then draws and flings three shuriken at the howler in one smooth motion. Two of the stars miss, but the third buries itself in the foul creature's throat and it collapses in a pool of blood. Without a word, he twists his ring and vanishes into thin air.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Apr 13, 2006 5:17 am
Zook empties a second clip into the nearest of the risen fallen angels before his fly potion's effects end and he sinks harmlessly to the ground. ((Hit, hit. 38 damage)) -- Bellowing, Castor scrambles toward the balcony, attempting the climb the wall.
((Climb 18 and 10))

Posted by: FreedomJu Thu Apr 13, 2006 5:22 am
(Van does PA 3 on the same Blood Armor and hits 3 times. Total damage is 79 Van needs healing for those who didn't hear in chat.)

Posted by: Rusty Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:08 am
*Faralon moves towards the middle more, staying behind the Earth Elemental at the top of the stairs as he calls out to his team.* : "Tanooki, regroup! Don't separate yourselves from us. Our limbs become severed and weak that way!" *Faralon then casts a powerful fire spell on four of the rising undead, hoping to take some of the heat off of his allies as they might retreat.*
((Centered between the top left Lillend and the bottom left Angel, hitting 2 Lillends and 2 Angels. 7 5 7 8 2 7 8 1 6 4 + 10 = 65 fire damage.
REF save of DC 20 to take half damage.))
===
*Acacia wipes her brow as she runs over to reinforce the middle, standing next to Faralon behind the Earth Elemental.*
((Couldn't attack anything.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 13, 2006 12:17 pm
The eyes of the Lilah narrow at the sight of the undead celestials and she glances around the battlefield. Her eyes fall upon Cedric and she floats to his side, gently laying a hand upon his shoulder, "Sir Knight, strike down this abomination that has disturbed my kin."
[Eagle's Splendor]
...
Cedric does not respond, already moving towards Shailtor. His eyes are unwavering and he speaks firmly, "Do not slay Amelios. Target our enemies, subdue our friends until we can restore them." The Paladin slips pass Brand and steps to the side of Amelios, coming face to face with the Lord of the Twisted Web for the second time. He does not hesitate, raising his hammer and lashing out.
[Smite Evil +7 / +6]
[Attack: 18 + 22 + 7 + 4 = 53]
[Damage: 4 + 14 + 5 [Elec] + 4 [Fiendbane] + 4 [Sanctify] + 4 [Bard] = 30 + 5 [Elec]]
[All damage is good aligned.]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Apr 13, 2006 12:56 pm
((Damas and Isyndel are unconscious Someone on the team should point that out to Faralon)) Kethra takes a step forward and lashes out at the Blood Armor. [Attacks 1: 20 + 18 = 38. Hit 2: 7 + 18 = 25. Miss
3: 20 + 13 = 33. Hit
Damage:
1: 7 + 9 = 16
3: 11 + 9 = 18
Rolls, of DOOM! If you don't believe me here's the http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b270/tenshinekootome/rollsofdoom.jpg]

Posted by: Aldur Thu Apr 13, 2006 1:55 pm
((OOC: Amelios' AC without his Dex bonus is 31. Placeholder until I see what Brand does.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Apr 13, 2006 4:57 pm
*Rhizor turns his attention back to his fallen comrades. The wizardess had taken grievous wounds, but she had seemed stable. Taking a quick look at her prone form, Rhizor spotted a potion of healing on her. Taking time to administer aid, Rhizor helped her to drink the liquid so that she might aid their battle.*
((Rhizor uses his action to heal Isyndel))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 13, 2006 5:04 pm

QUOTE (Dark Maiden @ Thu Apr 13, 2006 6:56 am)
((Damas and Isyndel are unconscious Someone on the team should point that out to Faralon)) Kethra takes a step forward and lashes out at the Blood Armor. [Attacks 1: 20 + 18 = 38 2: 7 + 18 = 25
3: 20 + 13 = 33
Rolls, of DOOM! If you don't believe me here's the http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b270/tenshinekootome/rollsofdoom.jpg.
I need to know if the 20s threaten, or if they just auto-hit before proceeding]

[Constructs so immune to criticals, sadly. Just auto-hits I believe.]

Posted by: Rusty Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:27 pm
((Really? Is Damas really down? I know he had a Ring of Fire Resistance 10, so I thought he would have still been up. Did he take damage from other things? Edit: My bad. Memory foggy. Ring of Cold, not Fire...sorry.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Apr 13, 2006 9:00 pm
This is not an update, but this is just to let people know what's still alive after the last batch of attacks... That being said... Van's blows take off an arm from the armor, but leave it still standing. The metal limb clangs to the stone floor even as the creature shifts into a one handed stance to wield its spear.
Zook's bullets burst out from the undead outsider's back, but seem to affect the being little.
Faralon's spell blasts the Lillends with an inferno, even their heat resistant skins not enough to stave off the worst of the damage. Charred flesh clings to flying ashy skeletons as the flame dies down, yet still they press on.
((Saves failed. 55 damage to both Lillends after resistance.))
The undead angels, on the other hand, fly mostly out of the way before the blast hits them, their fire resistant skin aiding them in dealing with the damage.
((Saves made. 28 damage to both Undead Devas after resistance.))
Cedric smashes his hammer into Shailtor, white cracks of energy spreading across the being's torso. Shailtor screams, then shouts, "OW! Do you have any idea how much that STINGS?? You're going to regret that..."
Cannot calculate further actions as of yet.
Oh, Castor succeeds in climbing the wall.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Apr 13, 2006 11:27 pm

QUOTE (Dark Maiden @ Thu Apr 13, 2006 6:56 am)
Kethra takes a step forward and lashes out at the Blood Armor. [Attacks 1: 20 + 18 = 38. Hit 2: 7 + 18 = 25. Miss 3: 20 + 13 = 33. Hit
Damage:
1: 7 + 9 = 16
3: 11 + 9 = 18
Rolls, of DOOM! If you don't believe me here's the http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b270/tenshinekootome/rollsofdoom.jpg]

Damage posted ^_^

Posted by: Aldur Fri Apr 14, 2006 1:51 am
Amelios frowns, a dark energy emitted outwards from him. His eyes narrowed now. The pain and stress he was under was not good. His now dark hair seemed to shimmer towards brown for a brief moment as the dark energy flew outwards. "Cedric. Desist attacking on Lord Shailtor...Or your family will suffer. Even without the Howlers...there is another who could kill them just as easily."
(( Bolster undead.
Turn check: 17
Damage: 21
Undead within 60ft healed by 12hp. Free action.
Now then, If Brand doesn't manage to hit him Amelios will cast CCW 31 hp back. If Brand does hit and Amelios doesn't die, He'll cast heal on himself.))

Posted by: Riegien Fri Apr 14, 2006 3:17 am
Kanmeshi flys forward, crossing the begining of the pit. Immediately he feels a loss of lift, and struggles to stay aloft, simultaniously summoning holy power to himeself. Directing this power through a diamond, the gem grows and shatters and grows again, forming hundreds of glistening blades in the air, which expand out to pierce the enemies of Volcanon.
Fly forward 6 spaces
Casting Diamond spray so it hits Shalitor, Amelios, and as many angels and lillends as I can, 60 ft range cone
Concentration check d20= 3+13 = 16 success
Spell resistance check d20= 18 +9 = 27
damage = 9d6 = 35 damage reflex save for half, only effects evil
Dazzle for 2d6 rounds = 4 rounds, no save, only effects evil

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Fri Apr 14, 2006 3:22 am
She hit the ground hard beside Damas and fell quickly to the brink of death before a sudden wetness brought her alert. Isyndel managed to swallow and suddenly became alert and got back to her feet. The Wizardess rued her inability to help the Sorceror and the ineffectiveness of her plan, hoping at the least she managed to draw fire away from the others with it. Scowling, she levelled the Rod of Metamagic: Enpower and began to summon magic.
((The CSW restores 13 HP, bringing Isyndel to 4. Move action to get back to her feet.))
The magic flared to life, lashing a lightning bolt from seemingly out of nowhere above the Angel thing along the same row as Amelios; multiple smaller bolts lanced to the Angel to the north, both Lillends just to the south, Amelios, and Shailtor. ((I believe all of them are in a 30ft radius of the angel struck))
((Rolled in chat - Bolt 2 cast
SR Roll - 16 + 10 (Caster Level) + 4 (Spell Pen/Greater Spell Pen) = 30
Main Lightning Bolt Damage Roll - Southernmost Angel:
31 x 1.5 = 46
Secondary Bolt (North Angel)
13 x 1.5 = 19
Secondary Bolt (North Lillend)
13 x 1.5 = 19
Secondary Bolt (South Lillend)
22 x 1.5 = 33
Secondary Bolt (Shailtor) No chance, but rolling anyway.
19 x 1.5 = 28
Secondary Bolt (Amelios)
19 x 1.5 = 28
Probably get the Shailtor one back in the face. lol. She'll probably die sooner or later anyway, may as well Bolt something. Reflex save for half.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Apr 14, 2006 5:07 am
*The elemental's stony body lumbers forward to get a better vantage point on the blood armor. Slamming away with its fists, its first dents the armor's body more, while the second moves too slowly on the recovery to make it around again to hit.*
((5' North, Slam, Slam
1d20 + 13 = 15 + 13 = 28
1d20 + 13 = 2 + 13 = 15
2d8 + 8 = 1 + 3 + 8 = 12 damage.))
*Aurik sees the blood armor stab visciously into Van yet again, so he rushes forward to his aid. Narrowly avoiding beign stabbed at himself, Aurik lays a hand that had begun to glow on his shoulder. Aurik reassures Van that things would be better in time, then pats his shoulder before withdrawing.*
((Move to the space SW of Van.
Domain Spell: CCW
Empower Healing kicks in.
(4d8 + 11 + 2 + 1)*1.5 = (1 + 1 + 3 + 6 + 14)*1.5 = 27*1.5 = 40 hp restored.
Aurik auto-passes the Concentration check
Aurik declares dodge on the Blood Armor))
*Celestials, tainted and maimed by Shailtor's foul machinations. Merkass would not stand for such abomination. Moving up to get a better view of the situation, Merkass lined up two of the blood armors in his sight. With them out of the way, his teammates could push forward and apply pressure to the Strife Lord. A quick succession of arrows followed, each passing through plates of the living armors.*
((5' North.
Rapid Shot
1d20 + 32 = 6 + 32 = 38
1d20 + 28 = 4 + 28 = 32
1d20 + 32 = 16 + 32 = 48
1d20 + 32 = 17 + 32 = 49
Subtract 4 from each one to determine the to hit on the second (34, 28, 44, 45)
Damage
1d8 + 3d6 + 13 = 2 + 4 + 3 + 4 + 13 = 26
1d8 + 2d6 + 13 = 1 + 4 + 1 + 13 = 19
1d8 + 2d6 + 13 = 2 + 4 + 2 + 13 = 21
1d8 + 2d6 + 13 = 5 + 2 + 3 + 13 = 23
All S/P))

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Apr 14, 2006 6:25 am
((First off, I'd like to say this. "FU*K YOU, YOU FU*KING UNCRITABLE FU*KWADS!!!!" then I'd like to point out the fact that I rolled 20,19,18,20 for my attack rolls. And he racked up a total of 67 damage on the blood armor that TUM had described as "the construct seeming on the verge of defeat"))
Getting increasingly fristrated, watching his allies slowly get turned against them, falling down pits, being tormented and even dying. Laika did the only thing he could do... battle on and hope to take the giant suit of armor down.
Laying into it with everything he had, Laika tears off the armor's head, hacks of an arm, rips off a hand, and then bites out a giant chunk of it's torso.
But remarkably... it's still standing.
Fourtunately Rhyir managed to slice up what was left of the damn construct before it could do anymore harm.
The werewolf then quickly loked around trying to figure out where to go next.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Apr 14, 2006 7:08 am
Kethra makes small dents on the Blood Armor as Kanmeshi's spell combined with Isyndel's lightning bolts rips the Lillends apart, but fails to touch the Undead Devas. Only Isyndel's spell strikes those. Shailtor chuckles as the shards dissipate before him, one of his eyes blinking in a peculiar manner.
Elemental slams, a hail of piercing arrows and a rage-filled guisarme serve to reduce the once imposing Blood Armor to a skeleton of metal, barely able to lift its weapon.
Laika and Ryhir are able to finally defeat the Blood Armor as they work together with Kethra's help, their final blows causing the construct to crumble.
Ash moves forward to finish off the Blood Armor that killed Rachel, the armor falling apart as its fellow jabs at Van with its spear, managing two light wounds.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. 18 damage.))
The final Blood Armor throws its spear at Ashathel, retracting it as it scores a hit.
((Hit, 15 damage to Ashathel.))
Kyoji moves up and grabs Prince Nick, dragging him while still invisible away from the altar. Shailtor sighs and jabs a dagger at him. The blade catches him in the gut and Kyoji cries out as purple energy cascades over him.
((AoO, Hit. 40 damage.))
"Pain... No... I can do this... Pain is nothing... Focus on the mission...." Kyoji mumbles as he continues to drag the Prince before finally jumping from the platform onto the ground and rolling. Shailtor chuckles.
"Admirable fortitude... But I have the other still... And time is running out..." Shailtor laughs as his second voice chants louder and louder, black energy running around the altar of Mayfair.
The undead angels fly down to attack, one striking Rhizor, the other Lilah. Rhizor is struck lightly, as Lilah's illusion takes the blow for her, vanishing like smoke as it is hit.
((Hit, Hit. 14 damage to Rhizor. 1 image dispelled to Lilah.))
"This game needs more spice, I think," Shailtor says as two move voices emanate from him in addition to the one maintaining the chanting. One hand begins making one set of gestures while the other makes entirely different sets of gestures. A simmering barrier appears over Shailtor while at the same time a shadowy bolt of energy strikes Kanmeshi. At the same time, the summoned Earth Elemental is dispelled.
((Kanmeshi takes 21 damage.))
The window forcing Van to view the battle shows that the townsfolk have engaged the Cult and appear to be taking losses, but dealing damage as well. The Cult has the advantage of better soldiers, training, and surprise. The townsfolk have numbers and the fact they know the layout of their home far better than the cultists. The two factors cancel each other out to a degree as the fighting degenerates into a bloody struggle.
An invisible bolt of energy burns Aurik badly.
((Hit! 47 damage to Aurik.))
Next round!

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Apr 14, 2006 8:05 am
((FOR WD: RESCUE MAYFAIR AT ALL COSTS. FORGET EVERYTHING ELSE.)) The battle was quickly degenerating into little more than the group running around like headless chickens, heedless of what was happening to everyone else. Rachel had already laid down her life for the group, unnecessarily, and now the ceremony was obviously beginning to draw to an end. Moving forward to smite the Blood Armor to pieces with his holy-enchanted Force Blade, Ashathel's voice rang loud and clear over the din of battle.
"Aurik, Rhizor and Kanmeshi, extend your healing powers as best you can! Brand, grab Mayfair and go at all costs! Faralon, clear out the last Blood Armor! Merkass, strike at the fallen angel near Lilah and Cedric! Ryhir, Kethra and Laika, move up and cover the casters! Damas and Isyndel, rain magic on the Angels around the armor! Acacia and Van, move to intercept the Blood Armor and the fallen Angels with it! Above all else, move fast - the ceremony's almost over!"
((Move five feet west, then commence with Blood Armor rape.
Attack1: 1d20 +10 (sword) +8 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) - 4 (defensive) =
Damage1: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +3 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= 36 regular, 5 holy
Attack2: 1d20 +10 (sword) +8 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) - 4 (defensive) = 48
Damage1: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +3 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= 43 regular, 5 holy
Attack3: 1d20 +10 (sword) +3 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) - 4 (defensive) = 42
Damage1: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +3 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= 48 regular, 8 holy
<}--- Ashathel: 62/117 HP (norm 97 max) ---{>
Effective AC: 28 (23 touch), +3 dodge to the Blood Armor, +1 dodge to the nearest angels
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Mage Armor, Haste, Holy Sword [rnd 2/7], Bardic Music [rnd 2/10], Elation
== Spells ==
Lvl. 0: ----
Lvl. 1: ----
Lvl. 2: ----
<}--- Gabriel 170/170 HP (norm 125 max)---{>
Effective AC: 21
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Haste, Primeval Form, Rage [rnd 1/10], Bardic Music [rnd 2/10], Elation))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Apr 14, 2006 8:33 am
*The fallen cleric was becoming particularly meddlesome again. Aurik removes a padded arrow from his quiver and knocks it. Upon letting it go, it flies awkwardly, but it reaches its target, impacting him with a great thud. The cleric wobbles slightly before dropping to the ground as though he were a statue. Merkass then turns his bow onto the fallen angels. Knocking holy arrows, he hoped to infuse them with goodness before sending them to their proper rest again.*
((Rapid shot, 1 Blunt Arrow on Amelios, 3 holy arrows on the celestials. Might as well pick them off one by one
27 subdual to Amelios
Damage is split 27, 30, 25. Put whatever it takes to kill one off and move to another one. Start with the one by Rhizor.))
*As soon as Amelios goes under, Shailtor clucks his tongue.*
"That's a waste of a good betrayal... No matter. I'll work him and come up with something to REALLY knock your socks off!" Shailtor says, laughing.
*Shortly thereafter, Amelios vanishes in a mass of shadows.*

Posted by: Rusty Fri Apr 14, 2006 8:51 am
*Faralon's decides perhaps it would indeed be the best course of action to shoot the last Blood Armor - so he fires three arrows, each one striking true.* ((13 +7 (DEX w/Elation and Cat's Grace) +4 (music) +3 (magic by bane) +7 (BAB) +2 (recitation) -2 (Rapid Shot) +1 (size) = 35. Hit!
7 [arrow] + (4 + 1) [bane] + 1 [STR] + 3 [magic by bane] + 2 [flute] = 18.
11 +7 (DEX w/Elation and Cat's Grace) +4 (music) +3 (magic by bane) +2 (BAB) +2 (recitation) -2 (Rapid Shot) +1 (size) = 28. Hit!
2 [arrow] + (6 + 1) [bane] + 1 [STR] + 3 [magic by bane] + 2 [flute] = 15.
16 +7 (DEX w/Elation and Cat's Grace) +4 (music) +3 (magic by bane) +7 (BAB) +2 (recitation) -2 (Rapid Shot) +1 (size) = 38. Hit!
3 [arrow] + (2 + 3) [bane] + 1 [STR] + 3 [magic by bane] + 2 [flute] = 14.))
===
*Acacia runs up towards the Blood Armor and other foes, ready for battle.*
((Karmic Strike in effect. -4 to AC, but can attack whatever hits her as an AoO and such.))
===
((If I can control Brand, he's going to try his best to rescue Mayfair - whatever it takes. Cuz we don't want to fight Mayfair.))

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Apr 14, 2006 9:02 am
"This... this is the last straw...." Laika merely grits his teeth and sets off towrads the angel and takes a swat at it. ((Laika is enraged. Rage lasts 10 rounds AC 27 HP 56/135 [36/95] Attack: Claw1: D20 + 11(STR) + 8(BAB) + 4(Music) + 1(Haste) + 3(Recitation) = 14 + 27 = 41
Damage:
Claw1: D8 + D6(Fire) + 11(STR) + 4(song) = 5 + 6(Fire) + 14 = 25))

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:01 am
((Well, finally back on the ball now that Spring Break has arrived...but as it's uber-late right now, this shall be a bare-bones post lacking the usual RPage, instead just containing the info on Joku's actions as allowed. One make-up action for all the rounds missed, and last round's action shall be included here. I shall make this round's action after I get some much needed sleep.
Makeup Action: Joku moves the full 40' he can to the space three spaces west of Van on the map and uses Divine Vigor, giving him 14 temp HP and an extra 10' movement speed for the next 4 minutes.
Last round's action: Joku moves 45' to the space just above Damas and casts CLW, healing him for 8 HP. It may not be much, but it's enough to get him back on his feet. ^_^ Fullspeed Tumble-check to avoid AoOs from the nearby Deva, if needed: 16 + 9 + 6 = 31, pass.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Apr 14, 2006 2:50 pm
((No, I get to move Brand.)) Last round: Brand grimaces as the paladin gives his orders, torn between his duty to his superior officer, and his duty to the unit. Thinking that it was better to do anything at all than to stand there and ponder, the birdman used his orb to cast dispell on both Shailtor and Amelios, before vanishing once again.
This round:
Hearing the sudden shouts from behind him, the merchant warrior saw Shailtor stab the ninja as the prince was whisked away. Using the increased speed his ally's spell had given him to the best of his ability, the invisible birdman swooped around the cleric, grabbing the unconcious girl and flying away as hard as he could.
Action: Fly east 10', north 15', grab the girl, and get the heck outta dodge. If I can carry her, fly south up to 125', returning to party's starting position.

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Apr 14, 2006 3:49 pm
Lilah faces the corrupted form before her and a sorrowful expression crosses her face. She glances across the battlefield and notes Kyoji struggling with the Prince. Knowing that this would open her to attack, she ignores the danger to fly to the sight of the ninja. She gently touches him on the shoulder while reaching out with her mighty coils to take the Prince, "Free the others and I'll take this one away."
[CLW: 5 + 5 = +10 HP Kyoji]
((It's hard to muster the motivation to post this considering what's about to happen. Good fortune all.))
A fierce light burns in the eyes of the Paladin, his mighty body tensing as he braces his hammer. Visions of the dead and dying flash through his mind. The tormented, the oppressed... Storm corrupted and destroying everything he fought to protect. Cedric Theodoric of the hammer, Holy Knight of Mitula, champion of good, could not allow this being to dominate the world. "NO MORE!!! NO LONGER!!!" Pulling together all of this strength and might, the Paladin lashed out with everything. His Kensai training, his experience as a Holy Knight...his love and his hate. All for the purpose of stopping this evil creature. He lashes out with three blows which land like thunderbolts.
[Power Surge +8 STR / 4 Rounds DC 35 (15 + 5 per use)]
[Concentration 17 + 21 = 38]
[Power Attack 5]
[Attack 1: 20 + 22(STR/BAB) + 2(Fiendbane) + 4(Bard) + 1(Haste) + 2(Recitation) - 5 = 44]
[Confirmed: 17 + 22 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 2 - 5 = 43]
[Damage: 2(6) + 13(39) + 4/8 [Elec] + 5 + 1 + 4(12) + 2 + 10(30) = 37 (95) + 4 (8) [Elec]
[Attack H: 12 + 22 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 2 - 5 = 37]
[Damage: 7 + 13 + 3 [Elec] + 6 + 2 + 4 + 2 + 10 = 44 + 3 [Elec]
[Attack 2: 19 + 17 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 2 - 5 = 40]
[Confirmed: 20 + 17 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 2 - 5 = 41]
[Confirmed: 7 + 17 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 2 - 5 = 27]
[Damage: 7(21/28) + 13(39/52) + 2(4/6) [Elec] + 8 + 2 + 4 (12/16) + 2 + 10 (30/40) = 46 (114/148) + 2(4/6) [Elec]
[All damage is good aligned.]
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((I'm going to my gf's grandmother's for Easter. I might be able to post there but do not count on it. I'll be back Sunday night. Good luck all.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Apr 14, 2006 9:01 pm
As Joku's hand touches the sorcerer's body, Damas lets out a soft moan. His eyes flutter open slowly and his blood red orbs shift to the half-dragon monk beside him. He nods his head in a grateful manner and pushes himself onto his knees with his arms. Slowly but surely he stands up, his boots making a light thud as they touch the stone floor beneath him. "Thank you Joku," he breathes, the burns still causing him intense pain. He frowns and lays his hands on his own shoulders, casting a spell on himself. Six duplicates of him spring into being.
[Damas cast Mirror Image on himself]
Kethra moves up to aid the casters. She cannot reach her foe and attack at the same time so she stands in front of Damas, watching the Fallen Angel closely.
[Double move with Elusive dance to avoid the Deva's AOO; now in the space between Damas and the Deva. Dodge to the Deva.]

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:05 pm
A small shred of relief overtook her as Damas returned to his feet and others came to their aid. The wizardess overheard Ash's orders and pursed her lips; it had already been apparent that the Blood Armors would likely not care much for any ice magic she had prepared. The woman scolded herself despite knowing full well there was no way she could have prepared better. An apology under her breath, she turned her attention to the Blood Armor in front of Kyoji and released five missiles towards it.
((Magic Missile, Enpowered = 24 damage. Yeah. Nothing she has is much use anywhere else as far as damage is concerned.))

Posted by: Kyosokun Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:06 pm
The armor in front of him finally having been brought down, Ryhir rushes off, up to assist the casters. He begins circling the undead deva in a strange graceful step, slipping by her attacks, not allowing any opening, and he cuts into her ((55' move after attack last round, and entering Dervish Dance! I circle the Deva tumbling (take 10, auto succeed), and striking at her. I'll end my move so I'm behind the Deva, directly opposite of Damas.
5 attacks, all hits
Dam1: 24 + 5fire
Dam2: 22 + 6fire
Dam3: 17 + 3fire
Dam4: 20 + 4cold
Dam5: 20 + 4cold
AC: 32 V Deva, 31 V all else.))

Posted by: Riegien Sat Apr 15, 2006 4:56 am
Continuing to fly across the pit, Kanmeshi lands on the platform and brandishes his holysymbol at the undead devas blocking kyoji's path. Summoning the power of Voltron, his symbol shines with the wrathful fury of a thousand angry suns, obliterating the two devas.
move to 2 squares north of Van
Greater Turn roll = d20= 15+1cha+2glory= 18= turned
damage= 3d6= 4+5+6 + 1cha +10 lvl= 26 turn damage 26 hd turned
Greater turning, all turned are destroyed instead

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Sat Apr 15, 2006 10:27 pm
((Time to post this round's action...)) Joku nods in response to Damas' gratitude, smiling slightly. "Glad to help, friend Damas. Don't push yourself too hard though...I'm afraid my magic is nearly spent from today's ordeals, and it seems much is still left to be done before the fighting is over.."
Seeing Ryhir, Laika, and Kethra arrive to deal with the immediate danger to the casting group, Jokulligr moves out to aide his other allies on the front-line of battle, sprinting around the pit to meet up with Acacia in facing the remaining fallen Devas.
((Full-move action: 95' to stand on the space south of the far-east Deva))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Apr 16, 2006 12:41 am
Between the two Faesaen brothers, the targetted Blood Armor falls to pieces. Merkass' arrows slash through the undead angel, but fail to slay it. Ryhir and Laika manage to finish the job admirably, the celestial disintegrating to ash as it dies.
Jokulligr finds he can't quite make it to his desired spot, being only a few feet away.
Brand's dispel effect crackles against Shailtor's enchantment, failing to overcome the might of the godling's magic.
((Sorry guys... nine ain't enough...))
The birdman then grabs the unconscious Mayfair, lifting her up and away from the altar before anyone can react. Shailtor roars, his double voice stopping the chant as Brand makes off with the female cleric.
"NO! Blast! Two more seconds and the deed would've been done! Blasted bird brained buffoon! ARGH!!!" Shailtor roars in outrage, losing his playful demeanor for a moment. "Fine... Fine. I miscalculated... By two measly seconds... But that's fine. I think it's time to end this..."
((WD, I moved Brand as far as he could go with the new weight using full move and avoiding all AoO.))
The undead angel lashes out at Lilah as she moves, but only manages to dispel another mirror image as the Lillend takes hold of Prince Nick after healing the ailing ninja of some of his grave wounds.
"Thank you..." Kyoji says, nodding wearily.
Kanmeshi's turning is countered by the bolstering that Amelios prepared earlier and nothing happens to the flying abominations.
Isyndel's magic missle slams into the Blood Armor, creating a small hole through it.
The Undead Deva near Cedric floats over and bashes the paladin mightily, the warrior of light nearing becoming dazed by the sheer force of the blows. However, Cedric's will is exceptional and backed by the fury of one whose family is in danger. The fire within him easily burns away the muddling effects of the angel's attack.
((Hit, Hit, Hit. 42 damage to Cedric.))
The second Undead Deva charges Ashathel, getting in one mighty blow on the elven swordsman.
((Hit. 15 damage to Ashathel.))
The last Blood Armor attacks Acacia, but she parries each and everyone of the jabs away.
((Miss, miss, miss.))
The last Undead Deva lashes out at Acacia with a trio of forceful blows, each one hammering at her with unparallled force. Acacia cannot withstand the blows and focus her thoughts, her world melts into a molasses slow muddle of sound and light.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. 30 damage to Acacia. Save failed. Acacia is stunned for 3 rounds.))
Cedric speaks his mighty oath and slams his hammer against the foe of Light and the Goddess... But something odd happens. His mighty attack slams through Shailtor, the head of the hammer vanishing for a split second before reforming. Shailtor laughs hard, then yelps in pain as the second attack pierces the enchantment to bash him in the leg. The third attack also vanishes, though.
((At All Costs: Redirect damage from attacks to: Hidden Demon1 and 2. Second attack pierces through and strikes Shailtor... (rolled a 1 on a 54 sided dice, go figure.))
"Well... That was unexpected... The chance of an attack being redirected BACK TO ME is miniscule with that spell... Sometimes luck is a capricious whore," Shailtor spits as he shifts his weight to his unwounded leg. "And the other attacks killed two of your new playmates... Bah, I was hoping at least SOMEONE of your pesky group would get... heh heh... hammered... No matter. Say hello to your new best friends!"
Then it happens. From the walls, from the ceiling, from the pit, darkness spills out like liquid shadow from a ruptured vessel... The shadows race along the floors and ceiling, vanishing into them before bursting from the floor next to you to attempt to envelop each and everyone of the group save Lilah, Cedric, and Gabriel, as well as Cedric's family and the royalty.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Shailtor says as Damas wakes up. "Damas! I petted the rat too hard! Now it don't move no more! Wahahahahaha!"
Saying so, Shailtor crushes Li in his fist, killing the poor rat instantly. At the same time, two of his eyes blink eerily and the warding effects around the group are dispelled.
((Shadow Flood! Results: Joku: Hit. Resisted possession. 5 Str damage. Isyndel: Hit. 2 Str damage. Resisted possession. Ryhir: Hit. Resisted possession. 6 Str damage. Kyoji: Missed. Acacia: Hit. 3 Str damage. Resisted possession. Kanmeshi: Hit. 5 Str damage. Possessed! Van: Hit! 2 Str damage. Rhizor: Hit. 3 Str damage. Possessed! Ashathel: Hit. 4 Str damage. Resisted possession! Laika: Hit! 4 Str damage. Possessed! Damas: Hit! 2 Str damage. Possessed! Merkass: Miss! Kethra: Miss! Brand: Miss! Faralon: Miss! Aurik: Hit! 6 Str damage. Possessed! Zook: Miss!))
Kyoji manages to evade the Shadow Demon's touch even as Jokulligr and Acacia are struck. Evil thoughts invade their minds, but they manage to stave off the intrusion through force of will. It is the same with Ryhir and Isyndel, the icy touch of the shadows saps their strength, but their wills rage on, refusing to allow the evil darkness entry. However, Van is too distraught to resist. After seeing Rachel slain and his village caught in a pitched battle, he is too numbed to resist the seeping influence of the demon. The Shadow Demon enters Van's body and his eyes glow red for a split second. Kanmeshi also falls victim to the attack, the priest's faith failing him precisely when he needed it the most. Ashathel is struck by the numbing touch of the Demon, but resists the intruding presence with a wall of pure rage, recalling to mind every single atrocity the Strife Lords had committed. Every single sin that needed to be avenged. Laika, caught in the throes of his rage is caught unprepared by the demon's attack. The presence takes advantage of his bloodlust and turns it against his comrades.
Kethra and Merkass put everything they've learned and every muscle in their bodies to use as they evade the foul touch of the Shadow Demons, not allowing them to even brush their bodies. Brand also, is able to dodge the attacks. By a sheer stroke of luck, Zook avoids attack by bending down to pick up a dropped bullet as the demon bursts out of the wall right over his ducked down head.
Damas... Damas' fate is perhaps the most tragic. Witnessing the death of his beloved pet causes him to go into shock, a vulnerable moment for the demon to enter him. Once more, Damas is possessed as history repeats itself. The same is true of Aurik, the man once obsessed with exorcism finding a demon within himself now.
Kyoji slashes repeatedly at the Shadow Demon, but only one of his attacks manages to affect the misty being, though it strikes for great damage.
((Miss, Hit, Miss. 31 damage to the Shadow Demon.))
"There's a foreign fighting form called Jujitsu, you know... It's a martial art that emphasizes turning an enemy's strength against him... I'm a firm believer in that principle, heheheheheh..." Shailtor cackles.
((A note for all "possessed". This is not true possession. Your characters are still under your control, however the Shadow Demons bonded to them act as a sort of living "Mask of Darkness". All possessed have their alignments temporarily shifted to Chaotic Evil and feel a stronge sense of duty and loyalty to the Strife Lords now. Act however an evil version of your characters would act. They no longer have any self control or inhibition when it comes to dark deeds.))
Next round!

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Apr 16, 2006 2:06 am
((Oh no, poor Li Fortitude save: 11 + 5 = 16. Passed. Damas loses 1,000 XP due to his familiar's death. Damas watches helplessly as his familiar is crushed in the hand of Shailtor. At the same time, it feels like his heart is being crushed as well. The emotional and spiritual link he had shared with her breaks instantly, pain swelling within his heart and soul. The death of Li leaves a void within Damas, like he has lost a part of himself. He is overwhelmed by sorrow, his entire body trembling. "Li...n-no..." he gasps, tears streaming down cheeks. He is clearly hurting, and has not felt so numb for a long time. Damas seems to lose touch with his surrounds and goes into shock, his eyes drawn to the corpse of his familiar, Li.
Isyndel shrieked, tensing her grip on the Metamagic rod, her hands flailed outward at her sides. Beholding by far the most evil thing she had ever come across in her life, there was nothing there to describe the overwhelming nausea she felt. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder at Damas only dreading what she saw and dreading what she may be next to feel.
Damas' condition keeps him oblivious to the shadows rising around them. As the creature touches him, he feels his strength drained. A moment after, the inky mass enters his body. Damas tries his best to fight against the devil, but just like before, he fails. The devil begins to whisper evil things to his mind. A slight chuckle emits from Damas' throat.
Nearly at the same moment, Isyndel briefly loses touch with reality, a sudden weakness overtaking her. She gasped, almost instantly aware of what is happening as something threatens to overtake her. Shivering and biting her lip nervously the woman thinks only one word: "No." And somehow it is enough.
The devil continues to whisper to Damas' mind. Without even bothering to draw his staff, the sorcerer turns around to face Isyndel. "Well my dear, I must say you look a bit pale... Let me help you with that." He grins wickedly and his eyes glow deep crimson as he attempts to seize her by the throat.
Instantly her eyes widened at the sudden lunge to her throat, a lunge she avoided by the most narrow of margins. "No!" she barked, out loud this time. "Not you. No! Stay back! You...you are stronger than to be taken this way!"
"Feisty, as always." Damas moves towards her, but stops dead in his tracks for some reason. Slowly, he turns around.
Isyndel watches as Damas turns around only to receive a kick in the side of his head. Kethra does not put a lot of strength behind the blow, however, and he still stands. "Oh god..."
Damas laughs. "Is that the best you can do, Kethra? Ha, I thought for sure you were more powerful than that!"
"I'd like to see you laugh after this devil," Kethra growls. She kicks him in she side of the head again which makes him stagger, but the a punch in the face is what spins him around before he falls to the ground in a heap. "I'm sorry Damas," she whispers.
[Attack 1: 10 + 18 = 28. Hit.
Damage: 2 + 5 = 7
Attack 2: 9 + 18 = 27. Hit.
Damage: 9 + 5 = 14
Attack 3: 4 + 13 = 17. Hit.
Damage: 10 + 5 = 15
Total Damage: 36 subdual. Damas is KOed]
((I had to edit it Don, since Knight healed the mage group
Btw, TUM, I hope it's ok if I redid the action. After the healing bit she would have kept hitting him until he went down. I used the rolls to hit I got in the chat, which still hit him with his pitiful AC. ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Apr 16, 2006 5:09 am
Ze map.

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Apr 16, 2006 5:52 am
((LAST ROUND (since I haven't been able to post more than Merkass' action in the past 2 days Aurik moves 7W and 3 N. Aurik casts a Mass Cure Light Wounds. Everyone that was up in that area + Aurik regains 7 + 14 = 21 * 1.5 = 31 hp. Rhizor casts defensively. Rhizor blasts the fallen celestial with a saltray.
5d6 damage = 22 damage.))
*Merkass gasps as he suddenly becomes aware of the great evil surrounding him. Something in the back of his mind had been bothering him, but he couldn't quite place it. Now, he was upset at not realizing this sooner. Worse, the evil reached out to him, trying to take hold. At that instant, many of his friends suddenly took a black outline to their forms. Merkass shook his head, horrified. Leaping over the shadow demon behind him, Merkass rolled away from all of them, then caught his feet again. Turning to face the demons again, he fired an arrow that glowed with a white light. It would be what they needed to pierce the darkness*
((Merkass moves 8 spaces South. He fires upon the demon that had been behind him.
1d20 + 32 = 39.
Miss Chance: 54, hit.
-4 for shadow demon behind that one.
1d8 + 6d6 + 13 = 40 damage.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Apr 16, 2006 7:23 am
I'm bored, so Kyoji's action now. Kyoji glares at the Shadow Demon and slashes at it repeatedly, ripping the shadowy being to swiftly vanishing bits. ((Hit, Hit, Critical Hit. 42 damage from the crit alone, so Kyoji's demon is teh dead.))

Posted by: Cyrus Sun Apr 16, 2006 8:25 am
Castor could only watch as the Lillend simply flew off, cackling at his attempts to reach and tear her apart. He roared in response, nearly ripping the walls apart on the hole in the wall he had to squeeze through to pursue her, charging forward until skidding to a stop before the gaping pit in front of him. He could jump it easily, but she'd only take to the air, taunting him all the while. Better to stay here...she'd have to come to him sometime, and when she did, his axe would be ready.
[Move 40' or so to the cusp of the chasm, readied action: attack Lillend if within range.]

Posted by: Riegien Sun Apr 16, 2006 9:48 am
Kanmeshi turns towards the ailing ninja, eyes glowing a fiendish red. Then summoning fell energies, he casts a curse upon his ex ally. He then flies across the pit to land immediatly across it. Cast Blind on Kyoji. Fort save 17

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Apr 16, 2006 9:54 am
Ashathel watched as shadow after shadow took form, rising around him. One lashed out, draining his strength, even as the rotting form of an undead Astral Deva rent his flesh on Shailtor's command. Even now, as others of his group struggled, the touch of the creatures turning their minds to the darkest of desires, all seemed darkest...
And so, the elven bladesinger laughed. As his body stood, unwavering despite wound after wound, he laughed in the face of the Strife Lord.
"You're done, Shailtor... you're done. We've won. Wake up Mayfair and Nick, let them see this. Because it's amazing to me that, after all this preparation, all this work... you've failed to take into account one thing."
"We're more powerful than you'll ever be."
And then, raising his voice above the din of battle, Ashathel began to sing. It started deep, much deeper than his voice normally went, but soon rose to a tone only a handful of those present had heard before. His voice, strengthened with resolve, cut like a blade through the air, piercing through to touch each and every person present.
"O'er the land and sea
O'er the clouds and sky
Sits one who sees
All that goes by.
This world he guides
When light is dim
Till all who hope
See light again!
His sword is strong,
His heart is brave,
His mind is set
To dash all knaves!
If thou dost hear
Come hither, with speed
Behold his might,
Behold his deed!
His names are Courage, Honor and Purity
His armor white as snow;
Where his footsteps tread
Only heroes dare go!"
And as the elven warrior sang, his heart and words light, his movements changed. Gone were any signs of fatigue, any faltering on his part... each swing of his now holy blade was precise, as if something more guided his hand. Without looking he thrusted his blade into the air, dissapating the Shadow demon with no effort before unleashing twin slashes that rent huge gashes in the decaying form of the Undead Deva. For a moment, though a man... the bladesinger seemed to be more, as if a light filled him that was not there before.
((It's too late to try and go through chat logs for all the rolls, so I'll post the result.
Sing: 1d20 + 3 (ranks) = 21
Attack on the Shadow Demon passed incorp and did 64 damage. Undead Deva ate 96 damage. All were defensive attacks.
Five feet southeast after the attack.
<}--- Ashathel: 47/117 HP ??? (norm 97 max) ---{>
Effective AC: 31 (26 touch), +1 dodge to the nearest shadow demon, the deva and Van
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Mage Armor, Haste, Holy Sword, Bardic Music, Elation, Recitation, Divine Protection, Divine Shield
== Spells ==
Lvl. 0: ----
Lvl. 1: ----
Lvl. 2: ----
<}--- Gabriel 170/170 HP (norm 125 max)---{>
Effective AC: 21
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Haste, Primeval Form, Rage [rnd 1/10], Bardic Music, Elation))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Apr 16, 2006 10:26 am
((Ashathel gains 200 story XP for nice RPing, Kyoji passed the Fort save. Carry on.))

Posted by: Rusty Sun Apr 16, 2006 9:06 pm
((Casting on the defensive: Natural 20. :] Targetting: 5 Shadow Demons, 1 Angel Miss chance: 71. Hit! 4 6 6 5 1 2 6 6 5 6 3 = 50 damage to the SD in front of Faralon Miss chance: 78. Hit!
4 6 4 4 4 = 22 damage to the SD in front of Aurik
Miss chance: 59. Hit!
6 4 6 1 3 = 20 damage to the SD behind Merkass
Miss chance: 69. Hit!
4 6 5 6 3 = 24 damage to the SD near Brand
Miss chance: 7. Miss!
Miss = The SD by Ashathel if it's even alive
Natural 19 on penetrating SR. Passed!
6 4 4 3 2 = 19 damage to the Undead Angel near Ashathel
Maybe I'll spice this up later.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Apr 16, 2006 11:40 pm
*Rhizor looks to his allies around him, yet never looks at anyone particularly. The world seemed clearer. Things were darker, yet more vivid in a strange way. Rhizor speaks slowly and deliberately in a voice that sounded like it should echo from the walls.*
: Friends... you must be brought... back into the fold!
*Rhizor's eyes begin to glow a greenish color. His body begins to convulse and elongate. He hunches over, and soon where the batling had stood was a shadowy outline that began to grow. The darkness faded, and what was left was a large, primal beast. Its body is covered in spikes, and it stamped its front "hooves," snorting. It lets out a feral yell, warning enemies, whoever they might be, to stay back.*
((Rhizor uses wildshape.
Rhizor takes the form of a Bloodstriker Dinosaur.
Rhizor goes on the defensive))

Posted by: FreedomJu Mon Apr 17, 2006 12:47 am
The image of Rachel's death flashed through Van's mind once more as the possession took effect and this time his mind quickly reviewed the events the led to Rachel's death. Eventually his mind focused upon a single event, the drinking of the Love Wine. If Ashathel hadn't drunken all of the first wine, we would have never gotten out that second wine, that potion, and I would have never talked to her and she would have never come with us and died. Yes, it is his fault, his fault.... HIS FAULT.
(Since Elation and the STR damage cancel each other out, I just dropped Elation from my totals.
Van moves 5' North-West and attacks Ash.
First attack is a trip that hits Ash.... but Ash won the STR check.
Haste attack is a trip:
19(d20)+27(Bard, Recitation, Haste, STR, BAB, Enchantment)=46
STR check: 8(d20)+13(1.5 STR, Improved Trip)=21
Rolled a 1 on the free attack and a 4 for the confirm, 35 total to hit because of Ash being prone. So regular miss as far as I can tell.
Second Attack is a regular attack: 2+4+22=28
Damage= 2+3(2d4)+9(STR1.5)+3(Enchantment)+4(Bard)=21
Third attack: 14+17+4=35
Damage= 3+3(2d4)+9(STR1.5)+3(Enchantment)+4(Bard)=22
DC 25 WILL to resist phasing
Dodge to Ash
And Shailtor and all of his minions get +1 to hit against Ash because of Distracting Attack feat that Van has.)

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Apr 17, 2006 1:06 am
*Where had Volcanon been? Why had many of his compatriots strayed? Had Aurik not preached to them enough the love that the god of warmth and life had for them? The transgressors must be taught a lesson. He would drench them so that they would seek the light and the truth once more. This was no way for them to act. They were as spoiled children.*
: You... you shall stand as an affront to the Lord of the Morning no longer! Feel the icy cold of the black depths and seek him out once more, heathens!
*Suddenly, swirling torrents of water appear all around Ryhir and Kethra, blocking them in and preventing their escape*
((Aurik casts Wall of Water.
DC 19 SWIM CHECK. No save))

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Mon Apr 17, 2006 3:23 am
This is not good... Just as it had seemed they had the upper hand in this battle, Shailtor had revealed yet another trick up his sleeve, the shadows themselves coming to life and lashing out at them, several shadows disappearing into the bodies of his comrades. One even managed to catch hold of Jokulligr, despite his best efforts to evade it. He'd felt the darkness try to envelop his mind, the tendrils of the demon wrapping about him and sapping his physical strength. But through sheer force of will and strength of faith, he'd wrenched himself free of the dark manifestation before it could sway his thoughts.
And now...
The monk allows a glance around the battlefield. Now his friends were turning on eachother, enslaved by the minions of the Darkness, puppets of the vile Shailtor. Even the more spiritual members of the group had been coerced, which left them quite vulnerable without a capable healer on their side. Jokulligr's own reserves were running short, having used up much of his energy during the prior battle. They'd need more aide if they were to pull through this conflict alive, but from where would they get it?
Then, the dragonman heard Ashathel's words resound through the chamber, and turned to look in his direction. Of course! Prince Nick and Lady Mayfair! If we can help them recover, surely they'd be able to assist...
Deciding it to be the best action at this point, Jokulligr breaks off into a sprint, nimbly weaving around the demons surrounding him and making his way towards the stairs. But as he nears them, he notes the large gathering of demons and possessed fighters battling it out with his friends around the top. No good...I doubt I'll be able to get through them all... Then he spots the balcony off to the side through the archway. ...so I'll go around them.
With that, he makes a sharp turn in his path and ducks through the opening onto the eastern balcony, taking only a second to gather his bearings before leaping over the nearby railing and falling to the floor below, landing in a crouching stance near the foot of the stairs. Seeing Mayfair lying on the floor unconscious, he rests one clawed hand on her forehead and focuses his remaining divine energy into a final healing spell.
It may not be much, but it's all I have left to offer...please let it be enough.
((Joku makes a wonderful move action all the way to the balcony, passing a tumble check at the beginning with a nat 20 to avoid an AoO from the Deva, but unfortunatly not passing the check to avoid AoOs from the 2 Demons, then makes a running jump over the guard-rail, with more than enough bonuses to pass the 10 DC, and lands on the space SE of Mayfair. He then uses up his last CLW, to heal a whopping 6 damage))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Apr 17, 2006 4:44 am
"Get away from me, you smoky bastard!" Zook hops about, concentrating on avoiding the Demon intent on commandeering his body while jamming another clip into his rifle. ((Reload and Full Defense))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Apr 17, 2006 5:24 am
Lilah frowns at the shadow demon confronting Kyoji, then at the Shadow Demons across the pit. Sighing, she gently touches the face of the unconscious Prince and healing energy flows into him. [CLW: 7 + 5 = 12] ... [Sense Motive: 13 + 16 = 29] The eyes of the Paladin narrow slightly, still meeting those of Shailtor with fierce resolve, "Never do you seem to lack for tricks, fiend." He spins around with sudden ferocity lashing out at the fallen angel behind him.
[Power Attack 5]
[Attack 1: 13 + 22 + 4 + 1 + 2 - 5 = 36]
[Damage: 5 + 13 + 4 [Elec] + 6 + 2 + 4 + 4 + 10 = 44 + 4 [Elec]
[Attack H: 15 + 22 + 4 + 1 + 2 - 5 = 38]
[Damage: 7 + 13 + 2 [Elec] + 6 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 10 = 43 + 2 [Elec]
[Attack 2: 2 + 17 + 4 + 1 + 2 - 5 = 21]
[All damage is good aligned.]
Spinning back around to face the Lord of the Twisted Web, Cedric speaks boldly, "Why are you doing such a thing? I know you to be a fiend but even this... Why go through so much to corrupt the mortal lords when you could rule yourselves?"
"An entity's got to have a hobby, son," Shailtor says, in a patronly tone.
Cedric is taken back in surprise for a moment, then replies sharply, "Perhaps you should try gardening instead."
"In a way, I am... Planting seeds and reaping a harvest... It is odd, though. I had expected you to arrive far more beaten and battered..." Shailtor responses.
The Paladin stares at Shailtor coldly, "We were favored by fortune while your forces were not." Cedric shouts back over his shoulder, "Slay the demons, then subdue our allies! We cannot risk losing more!"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Apr 17, 2006 7:24 am
Kethra knocks Damas out as Merkass finds his progress halted by a wall of force that covers the entrance to the Castle, and also the portal. However, his shots are true, railing the two Shadow Demons he fires at while barely missing Faralon, one arrow tearing his clothes as it whizzes by.
Kanmeshi casts his spell and attempts to fly over the pit. Things do not go well for him.
Kyoji manages to shrug off the spell, calling forth his ninja training to block the magic from him. But the kicker is that in Kanmeshi's weakened state he cannot fly effectively over the pit's field of amplified gravity. He plummets to the bottom in a heap, using his wings to glide and take no damage, but effectively removed from the fight for a while.
Ashathel slashes apart the Shadow Demon, the light of his blade melting away the darkness that made up the fell creatures' body. The undead angel also takes severe damage before the swordsman withdraws.
The Undead Deva seems hardly affected by Faralon's mighty spell, but the Shadow Demons around him screech as the magic rips their very being apart. The Demons melt away into nothing as electricity courses around them, and those that do not are severely weakened.
Zook again ducks under the Shadow Demon's blow.
The Silence fires a blast at Faralon, whose luck abandons him.
((Hit. 51 damage to Faralon.))
Despite finding themselves swimming in a wall of water, Kethra manages to dodge the touch of the Demon once more with a graceful kick of her feet as Ryhir simply stands his ground and slashes apart his foe despite being submersed.
((Hit, Hit, Hit, Miss, Miss. 51 damage. Shadow Demon dead.))
One of the Shadow Demons brushes against Ashathel, draining him of some strength, but nothing else as Acacia too is assaulted. Just as before, she stands firm, though she begins to grow cold.
((Hit, Hit. 2 STR damage to Ashathel. 5 STR damage to Acacia.))
The Undead Deva presses the attack on Ashathel, but the swordsman parries each and every blow.
Again the undead angel slams Cedric with its mace, breaking a few ribs, but the stalwart champion stands firm.
Isyndel cannot help but shiver as the tendrils of darkness wrap around her, but she manages to break free before the being can enter into her.
((Hit. 3 Str damage. Will save made.))
The Blood Armor in front of Acacia twirls its spear around in that dreadful manner that signifies the impaling attack of the Armor is coming. Stunned by the undead Angel, Acacia is helpless as she is run through, then jabbed further.
((Critical Hit! Hit. Miss. 60 damage to Acacia.))
Laika roars ferally and balls his hands into fists, pummeling poor Isyndel unconscious.
((3 hits and a crit... I don't know exactly the damage, but I'm positive it's enough to knock you out. Isyndel is unconscious.))
Shailtor's eyes blink in an odd manner and he laughs lightly, stopping as the shield around him fades away.
"Oooooh, fiddlesticks! Blasted chaos spells are so fickle in duration..." Shailtor mutters.
Merkass sees a figure in white armor approach the forcefield and be repulsed by it, surprised that such a barrier is there. Merkass can tell as she nears that it's a woman.
: "Hmmph... A magic barrier... I've tracked them all this distance to here, this won't stop me now... Not when I'm this close... I know how to handle this..."
The woman in white armor begins to shrug off a backpack hidden under her cloak.
Nick begins to stir under the healing touch of Lilah as Mayfair does the same under the care of Jokulligr.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Apr 17, 2006 7:36 am
"Got you now, you little bugger," Zook chuckles as he takes a careful step back, only to stumble and miss as he fires. "SON OF A DOZEN BASTARDS!!!" ((5' Step south, miss))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:49 am
A confident voice of reassurance, "Don't worry, Van. I'm sure your home is doing fine." A voice of instruction, "No, no, that's not how you hold a bow, like this! Yeah, you're getting it, Faralon. Merkass and I better watch out, you're getting almost as good as we are!" A happy voice filled with joy, "So I tell Susan, that's not the supply caravan, that was the travelling theatre! You should've seen the look on her face..." A voice of courage that strived for hope, "No, it'll be all right. So long as we don't falter, so long as we do our best, we'll come out all right. That's just the way the world works..."
Cedric stumbles as the powerful blows strike his back, his body weakened but his resolve only growing stronger. A fierce light burns in his eyes as he braces his hammer, facing the Lord of the Twisted Web once more the shield around him vanishes. The Paladin lashes out once, landing a mighty blow upon the fiend.
[Power Attack 5]
[Attack 1: 16 + 22(STR/BAB) + 2(Fiendbane) + 4(Bard) + 1(Haste) + 2(Recitation) - 5 = 42]
[Damage: 7 + 15 + 4 [Elec] + 6 + 2 + 4 + 2 + 10 = 46 + 4 [Elec]]
"Cedric, why are you crying so." A sad voice, a kind voice, "Son, someday we'll walk on the shore together." A voice filled with wisdom and hidden strength, "I know that it is hard to believe, but every person...sick or healthy, young or old, rich or poor...affects destiny." A voice of integrity, "It's not what you can do that's important, its how you do what you do." A voice often so sharp in trading and bidding but always so soft to him, reassuring in the dark times. The voice that prayed, the voice that hoped, "One day, when I'm old, you'll push me along the shore."
Something flashes across the face of Theodoric, the one who was born sickly and ill doomed to a slow living death. The one who been loved and through that love healed. His face flushes as he glares at the fiend before him, his voice torn as he screams out, "SUFFER AS I HAVE SUFFERED FIEND!!!!" The very air erupts in lightning as he strikes at the fiend, his hammer striking a dire blow against the Lord of the Twisted Web.
[Power Attack 5]
[Attack H: 19 + 22 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 2 - 5 = 45]
[Confirm: 19 + 22 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 2 - 5 = 45]
[Confirm: 12 + 22 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 2 - 5 = 38]
[Damage: 9(36) + 15(60) + 15 [Elec] + 5 + 2 + 4(16) + 2 + 10(40) = 161 + 15 [Elec]
A superior voice, one confident and secure, "Old fashion! Hello? We can just plot a trade route here and our supply problems will vanish." A fearless voice, "Dangerous? Bandits? I won't let them stand in the way." A voice that was loving and kind beneath its harsh exterior, "Mom...stop, let me help you with that..." A voice filled with warmth even as it jested, "Oh....so just because you were sick you think you can run off to be a holyman? You gotta allot work to make up for, brother..."
The Paladin lashes out a final time, the wrath joined by grief, "GIVE THEM BACK!!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!" The blow is mighty but yet mightier is the profound mixture of emotions upon the face of the Paladin. Love and hate, sorrow and resolve, faith and courage, passion and discipline all striving against the fiend before him.
[Power Attack 5]
[Attack 2: 15 + 17 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 2 - 5 = 36]
[Damage: 1 + 15 + 1 [Elec] + 6 + 2 + 4 + 2 + 10 = 40 + 4 [Elec]]
((http://www.kaihaku.net/OtherStuff/PleaseThanks.bmp))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Apr 17, 2006 8:56 am
The window following Van around shows the Cult forces overrunning the militia, cutting them down and howling in joy as the battle becomes a slaughter. As the cultists begin barging into homes and chasing down fleeing villagers, the window closes and vanishes... just as Van attacked Ashathel.
Shailtor seems surprised as Cedric strikes him, the godling bowled over by the force of the blow, somersaulting ungracefully backward until he lands in a heap. Black blood oozes from the front armor plate of Shailtor, which has been shattered and cracked. Shailtor is silent for a moment. Then...
"No... It can't be... I took everything into account, my calculations should've been flawless... No, no no no NO! You were all supposed to be MINE! How did you heal so fast? How did you gain back your spells! It makes no sense! It..." Shailtor's six eyes flash red. "HIM! That sneaky... He... that... And she's here too! I... You... BLAST IT! I will cause such suffering in your lives you have yet to know! You were to be MINE! MINE!!!"
Shrieking in anger, Shailtor vanishes in a burst of light before Cedric can reach him to attack him.
And Gabriel wakes up.

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Apr 17, 2006 9:13 am
Lilah looks up at the mighty crash as Cedric knocks Shailtor to the ground, a sly smile crossing her lips, "Well done, sir knight..." She looks to the prince awakening in her arms, then to the wounded ninja before her. Still smiling, she brushes a hand aganist his shoulder gracefully and healing energy flows through him.
[CLW: 6 + 5 = 11 Kyoji]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Apr 17, 2006 2:08 pm
((Umm, what's going on now? I take it we still have to pummel our allies that are possessed? ~_~ Kethra's gets out of the wall of water (Swim check: 17 + 2 = 19). Action to come later. Damas just...stays on the ground...))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Apr 17, 2006 3:04 pm
((Are our allies still possessed?))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Apr 17, 2006 3:54 pm
((Yeah, and the Silence is lurking around. I'll make a Spot check when I go home and find my sheet on the computer))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Apr 17, 2006 6:29 pm
*That arrow came awfully close...Was it intended for me? : "The coward has fled! Merkass, you're still with us, right? I'm going to try and take down Van. If any other hostile approaches, you know what to do!" ((Faralon takes a 5' step down and fires three blunt arrows into the crazed human. Only two hit.
4 [arrow] + 1 [STR] + 1 [magic] + 4 [music] + 2 [flute] + 1 [PBS] = 13.
2 [arrow] + 1 [STR] + 1 [magic] + 4 [music] + 2 [flute] + 1 [PBS] = 11.
24 subdual damage to teh Van. A little help would be nice. We need to save Ashathel.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Apr 17, 2006 7:25 pm
*Without saying a word, Merkass fires four more arrows, this time with a thick padding on the end, at Castor. They thud sickly into his hide, though the third wavers and veers off course. Merkass was upset with the lack of craftsmanship, but it would have to do.*
: Your answer lies before you. In the mean time, we have company.
*Merkass peaks behind him at the white robed woman*
((Attack rolls
3 hit
20 threat
1 threat
5 hit
Confirm crit
4, crit.
Confirm miss
18, not crit miss.
1d8 + 3d8 + 1d8 + 3d6 + 2d6 + 2d6 + 13 + 13*3 + 13 = 5d8 + 7d6 + 65 = 122 Subdual Damage.
I'm pretty sure the big guy goes down))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Apr 17, 2006 9:16 pm
"The battle is not yet won!" Brand shouts, still holding the prince's companion in his arms. "Do we hold here, or retreat?"

Posted by: Rusty Mon Apr 17, 2006 9:57 pm
: "We have no choice. We have to take down our possessed allies and finish off the rest of the enemies. Try not to kill any of our allies...They're merely possessed!"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Apr 18, 2006 1:04 am
I have to get out of here... A few moments later, young Kethra bursts through the wall of water, her feet hitting the stone ground that is now beneath her. She shivers due to the fact that she is soaking wet. "C-cold... Ryhir, try and swim out of there if you can."
Kethra calls out to those that are not possessed.
"A little help would be much appreciated!"
Kethra passes a glance to Aurik before she focuses on her target, the Shadow Demon. She back flips past Rhizor and cartwheels gracefully past Laika. Her cartwheel breaks into a defensive roll to avoid being attacked by the Shadow Demon. Kethra strikes with a spinning kick as she rises, but not only does she miss completely, she almost losses her balance. Her training keeps her from falling flat on her butt, but the moment embarrasses her nonetheless.
"How embarrassing..." *Groan*
[Swim check: 17 + 2 = 19. Success. Kethra gets out of the wall of water.
Tumble check: 19 + 14 = 33. Since she's only moving at half speed, I'm sure she gets past all of them.
Attack roll: 1 + 18 = 19. Miss.
Confirm: 9 + 18 = 27. Kethra avoids falling on her ass.
The http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b270/tenshinekootome/rollsofdoom2.jpg.
Dodge to Laika]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Apr 18, 2006 2:24 am
"In brightest day, in blackest night..." Ashathel's movements were perfect, almost supernaturally so, to the point that the deva's attacks caught only air as the bladesinger bobbed and weaved. Indeed, were it not for the distraction the undead angel provided, the shadow demon's tendrils would not have struck a blow against the elf.
"No evil shall escape our sight..."
Van's weapon swung through the air, hitting nothing as Ashathel sidestepped, the singing swashbuckler's words as smooth as before. The possessed guisarme-wielder stumbled forward as he attempted to use his momentum for a second attack, and the bladesinger's hand reached out to grab the weapon. Pushing and twisting, despite his depleted strength, the elf disarmed and tripped the forlorn fighter all in one smooth motion.
"Let those who witnessed Shailtor's flight..."
The Bladesinger's retort was swift and merciless - the shadow demon, like all the others who faced off against the wielder of the force blade, was torn asunder with no hesitation. Ashathel also lashed out again at the undead deva, renting it's piteous form with ease
"Behold our power - a hero's might!"
And as his voice continued to ring across the battlefield, a change occured. The furred back of the dire lion, which rose and fell in a steady rhythm for the past minute, now began to shift and twitch as the creature's mind floated elsewhere...
Gabriel floated in nothingness, falling rapidly with nothing to hold on to. A low growl behind him signaled the presence of something else, and as he turned the half-giant saw the lion again, falling into him with paws outstretched. But as the two forms touched, they merged into one; the barbarian was replaced with the form of the giant jungle cat, until that form ever so slowly shifted back to that of Gabriel.
But the falling continued, as if it would never end... until Shailtor's spidery form appeared. It stood, unmoving, holding a single hand upward as if to grab and crush the tumbling half-giant. Closer and closer he moved, no help in sight...
And then all went white, a light raging as an inferno around him. Gabriel looked around and saw nothing flaming down, as he looked up into the glowing eyes of a massive phoenix. Into the eyes of Volcanon. The god said nothing, but instead wrapped his feathered wings around the barbarian. Slowly, the light brightened, becoming blinding and more intense...
And then the world shifted into focus, the dire lion's eyes snapping open. Growling lowly, it rose to stand once more, thick brown fur giving off a glossy sheen in the torchlight. Raising his head, the creature roared in answer to the bladesinger's song, bounding through the halls of the aged castle and to the side of the bard. Looking past him to the Blood Armor and the Shadow Demon, he unleashed a primal howl that established his status - not a pawn, or a barbarian, but one of a line of kings of the wild.
((First attack on Shadow Demon (53 damage), next two on deva (88).
Sing: 1d20 + 5 (ranks) = 20
Five feet southeast after that barrage.
Miss chance:1d100 = 98
Attack1: 1d20 +10 (sword) +9 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) +2 (recitation) - 4 (defensive) = 38
Damage1: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +0 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= 46 regular, 7 holy
Attack2: 1d20 +10 (sword) +9 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) +2 (recitation) - 4 (defensive) = 40
Damage2: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +0 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= 35 regular, 7 holy
Attack3: 1d20 +10 (sword) +4 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) +2 (recitation) - 4 (defensive) = 44
Damage3: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +0 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= 43 regular, 3 holy
Gabe uses his standard to stand up, and his move to run to the spot in front of Faralon.
<}--- Ashathel: 47/123 HP ??? (norm 97 max) ---{>
Effective AC: 31 (26 touch), +3 dodge to the nearest shadow demon
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Mage Armor, Haste, Holy Sword, Bardic Music, Elation, Recitation, Divine Protection, Divine Shield
== Spells ==
Lvl. 0: ----
Lvl. 1: ----
Lvl. 2: ----
<}--- Gabriel 170/170 HP (norm 125 max)---{>
Effective AC: 21
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Haste, Primeval Form, Rage [rnd 1/10], Bardic Music, Elation))

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Apr 18, 2006 2:36 am
*The monk was out of control. Where was she going? Rhizor had known she was trouble since the day he met her. The debacle from the outset, and here she was flipping away. He had to stop her. With a roar, he began a lumbering charge toward the Kethra. His heavy, quasi-stonelike hooves stamping off the worked floor. Rhizor reared back on his hind legs, then came down upon the young monk.*
((Touch attack: 1d20 + something over 20 = 13 + something over 20 = over 33
Grapple: 1d20 + even more = 20 + even more = well over 40.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:01 am
Kethra's eyes widen as she sees Rhizor coming towards her from the corner of her eye. She turns towards him only to be tackled down and pinned to the ground. The young monk attempts to push him off but cannot find the strength within her to do so.
How am I supposed to get him off of me? There has to be a way...
Kethra is in trouble and she knows it, but she attempts to remain calm nonetheless. Well, at least on the outside.
If I don't get him off soon, he might crush me...
((I'm bored. That's the only reason for this post. HELP ))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Apr 18, 2006 4:22 pm
Brand cursed, but there was nothing he could do. The orb's magic would make any damage he dealt, even with fists alone, lethal to his allies. But there was still the girl in his arms. The team's first mission was to ensure their survival. "Get the prince to safety first! There's still a sniper here!" the birdman shouted, flying the girl southwards beside the door, and readying his shield as he flew. Dropping down to the ground, he knelt in front of the girl, shielding her from the battle.

Posted by: Rusty Tue Apr 18, 2006 8:37 pm
: "BRAND! What are you doing?! Mayfair was of the Shining Force - she's a healer! As long as she's not possessed or fully drained of magic, she'll be fine, and may actually be able to aid us in saving King Nick! If the stories I've heard of her are true, she'll want to do what she can to save him anyway."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Apr 18, 2006 9:27 pm
((Mayfair is unconscious, as I understand it. And seems to be remaining so, right?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Apr 18, 2006 9:41 pm
(("Nick begins to stir under the healing touch of Lilah as Mayfair does the same under the care of Jokulligr." She was waking up last turn, she'll be awake this turn.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Apr 18, 2006 10:02 pm
((Figures. That's what I get for trying to rush. Is it too late to edit the post above, and keep Brand from having a total brain fart?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Apr 19, 2006 1:02 am
((I'll say that Faralon stopped you before you did. : P ))

Posted by: Kyosokun Wed Apr 19, 2006 1:24 am
Ryhir curses as he begins beating apon Laika with the flats of his blade, too late to keep harm from coming to Isyndel. ((Dancing around Laika, tumbling auto success. 5 attacks, 5 hits, 1 crit, Doing subdual Dam1: 19 Dam2: 34 Dam3: 14
Dam4: 15
Dam5: 20
That should take care of the wolfman))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Apr 19, 2006 1:38 am
((Oh yeah. Actually, according to my calculations, his HP was 73 after Aurik's healing. You did 102 damage. I would think he's knocked out.))

Posted by: Riegien Wed Apr 19, 2006 2:31 am
Kanmeshi leaps into the air, wings straining agains the gravity, rising wing beat by wing beat out of the infernal pit, eyes glowing with vengence... then starts losing ground, slowly but surely falling back down into the pit, spouting curses all the way.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Apr 19, 2006 2:38 am
Err. Righto then. Brand will attack the nearest undead thingy. I'll post rolls in a bit.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Apr 19, 2006 3:21 am
Faralon's arrows strike the crazed fighter as Kyoji nods his thanks to Lilah before turning invisible and attaching his dueling sheathes. Ashathel once again slashes apart a Shadow Demon as the undead angel assaulting him goes weaker and weaker.
: "What? Where am I? Oh! You're hurt!" Mayfair says as her eyes flutter open, and she stands on her own legs, swiftly appraising the situation as she casts a healing spell on Brand. "What's going on?"
((Cure Critical Wounds. 38 HP healed on Brand. He should now be at 39.))
: "What? Where am... Who are you?" Nick asks, a faint blush tinging his cheeks at the proximity of the Lillend. "What the... What's happened here??" Nick's tone changes from faintly embarrassed to righteous anger as he sees corpses all around and foes fighting. He quickly draws his sword and readies his shield.
The Shadow Demon near Acacia envelops her in its coils, but does not enter her.
((Hit. 1 Str damage. Possession resisted.))
The undead angel hammers Cedric once more as Shailtor vanishes. With the focus of his anger gone, Cedric succumbs to the sheer force of the angels' attack, standing in a daze.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. 33 damage to Cedric. Fort save failed. Stunned for 5 rounds.))
Zook is the pinnacle of gnomish luck as he dodges and weaves, managing to somehow avoid a creature made of nothing but misty tentacles.
No one is quite sure how this happened, but Kethra somehow dodges the attack of the Shadow Demon... while being grappled. I know. It's a mystery. Almost as if some cosmic force rolled dice to determine if the creature hit and got one of the worst rolls of the 6 second time period.
Brand flies forward, slashing at the Deva and managing a slight wound.
((Hit. 12 damage.))
Van gets up, retrieving his guisarme and growls at his luck.
Ryhir attempts to move out of the water, but cannot, his sapped strength and inexperience with the water holding him fast.
Aurik gestures at Brand, attempting to paralyze the birdman, but Brand shakes it off.
Seeing Kethra being held still for the incompetent, but still useful Shadow Demon, Laika dashes off towards Faralon. Leaping off the railing, he comes to a halt directly by the bard, and lashes out with a fist, roaring, "WHY HELLO THERE!"
((Hit. 20 subdual damage to Faralon.))
The Blood Armor jabs Acacia twice again, the stunned swordswoman still standing.
((Hit, Miss, Hit. 16 damage.))
The undead Deva bashes Ashathel only once out of three tries, a testament to the elf's skill with his ancient blade.
((Hit, Miss, Miss. 18 damage to Ashathel.))
The Deva Brand attacked retaliates with a devastating pair of blows that send the birdman reeling.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. 38 damage to Brand. Er... You're right back down to 1 HP.))
Jokulligr takes a step to the side as he lashes out to punch Laika in the face and stomach.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. 24 damage.))
An invisible blast of light hits Gabriel dead between the eyes as he charges up the stairs. Luckily, the blow fails to pierce the skull, burning away the scalp and leaving a horrible scar.
((Critical Hit! 84 damage to Gabriel!))
The woman in white finally draws a long staff with a winged headpiece from the backpack and presents it strongly in front of the invisible barrier. The magical field suddenly is ablaze with light, then shatters into pieces that swiftly vanish. Satisfied, the woman replaces the staff in the backpack.
Next turn!

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed Apr 19, 2006 3:58 am
The Shadow Demon closes with Zook again, its ethereal projections lashing, jabbing, and curling for his limbs, face, and torso. He hops and twists, always just out of reach. Alas, Zook never much enjoyed dancing. He takes a careful step back as he clicks another round into the chamber of his rifle, and unloads into the demon.
((Hit. 21 Damage))

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Apr 19, 2006 4:25 am
*Merkass puts his index finger and thumb into his pursed lips and whistles to get Laika's attention.* : Here, puppy, puppy... watch the kitty! *Merkass leaps forward, spiraling and twisting through the air. His bow seems to twirl around him as he moves. When he finally hits the ground, ten feet from where he had been, Merkass has 4 blunt arrows between each of his digits. He knocks each in rapid succession and lets them fly toward the wolfman. Each, except for the second, thuds into Laika sickeningly. The second veers off into the flaming brazier. After firing his last shot, Merkass looks at the blazing arrow and shakes his head. He'd have to have a word with Derrik about these arrows and their craftsmanship.*
((Tumble Check: 1d20 + 24 + 2 = 18 + 26 = 44. 10' step as 5' passed.
Merkass tumbles 10' forward.
Full Attack + Skirmish
1d20 + 32 = 5 + 32 = 37
1d20 + 27 = 1 +... -_-
1d20 + 27 = 17 + 27 = 44, no crit miss
1d20 + 32 = 16 + 32 = 48
1d20 + 32 = 15 + 32 = 47
1d8 + 4d6 + 13 + (1d8 + 3d6 + 13)*3 = 94 subdual damage))
*Rhizor lets out a low roar and a grumble as though talking to Kethra. She couldn't understand, of course, but he snorted warm air into her face. Applying more pressure, he wrestles with her more, attempting to pin her to the ground, leaving her helpless. Soon, she would see as clearly as he did. The shadow's embrace was so very close.*
((Grapple Check to Pin: 1d20 + 24 = 17 + 24 = 41.
Fail and you're pinned))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Apr 19, 2006 5:46 am
((Err... when was I knocked down to 1 hp in the first place?))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Apr 19, 2006 6:09 am
"The lion's roar signals the end, As ally is turned and victim becomes friend..." Gabriel steps forward, his claws and teeth flashes of white as the Primeval first bats Van into unconsciousness, then tears into the deva with fury. "But help has arrived from the kind and the strong,
To clear their minds and right this wrong!"
Ashathel strides forward confidently, singing with power despite his greivous wounds as he shreds one of the devas to pieces and leaves the other barely hanging on.
((Gabe has reach, and thus Van is within range when he stands up and retrieves his weapon. Both provoke an AoO, so before Van gets back his +4 con (and 22 hp with it) by picking up the weapon, Gabe paws him to death. Or unconsciousness, since he's
AoO Claw: 1d20 +9 (bab) +10 (str) +4 (bardic) +1(haste) -4 (subdual) = 38
AoO Damage: 1d6 +10 (str) +4 (bardic) = 20
That should drop him, leaving a nice free attack option for the undead Deva getting way too close to our favorite bladesinger. Five foot step north, then Deva rape.
Claw1: 1d20 +9 (bab) +10 (str) +4 (bardic) +1(haste) -5 (pa) = 30
Damage: 1d6 +10 (str) +4 (bardic) +5 (pa) = 20
Claw2: 1d20 +9 (bab) +10 (str) +4 (bardic) +1(haste) -5 (pa) = 33
Damage: 1d6 +10 (str) +4 (bardic) +5 (pa) = 22
Claw3: 1d20 +9 (bab) +10 (str) +4 (bardic) +1(haste) -5 (pa) = 29
Damage: 1d6 +10 (str) +4 (bardic) +5 (pa) = 21
Bite: 1d20 +4 (bab) +5 (str) +4 (bardic) +1(haste) -5 (pa) = 19
Damage: 1d8 +5 (str) +4 (bardic) +5 (pa) = 18
Ash then takes a five foot step northwest, then commences rape. First two attacks against the fresh deva, the third against the weakened one.
Attack1: 1d20 +10 (sword) +9 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) +2 (recitation) - 4 (defensive) = 53
Damage1: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +0 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= 34 regular, 10 holy
Attack2: 1d20 +10 (sword) +9 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) +2 (recitation) - 4 (defensive) = 39
Damage2: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +0 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= 38 regular, 9 holy
Attack3: 1d20 +10 (sword) +4 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) +2 (recitation) - 4 (defensive) = 38
Damage3: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +0 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= 34 regular, 4 holy
<}--- Ashathel: 29/123 HP ??? (norm 97 max) ---{>
Effective AC: 31 (26 touch), +3 dodge to the deva
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Mage Armor, Haste, Holy Sword, Bardic Music, Elation, Recitation, Divine Protection, Divine Shield
== Spells ==
Lvl. 0: ----
Lvl. 1: ----
Lvl. 2: ----
<}--- Gabriel 86/170 HP (norm 125 max)---{>
Effective AC: 21
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Haste, Primeval Form, Rage [rnd 3/10], Bardic Music, Elation))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Apr 19, 2006 7:29 am
((Hell, I had a brain snooze. You got healed by the potions, you had 1 HP last battle... Right, well, via a time paradox Mayfair's healing hits you after you take the Deva wounds, meaning you're only 1 damage under your max. Heck, I also forgot your save. Fort save DC 22 or be stunned for 4 rounds. Sorry about all the confusion. ))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Apr 19, 2006 4:29 pm
((How the heck does something have +24 to Grapple? o_O? Oh well, Kethra is screwed)) Kethra finds the wind knocked out of her as she is forcefully and rather roughly pinned to the ground. She cringes as his breath touches her face and narrows her eyes. Kethra speaks in a tone of controlled anger.
"Let go of me, now."
Kethra looks to the side at the demon that lurks beside her and frowns. She realizes now that Rhizor has pinned her down so the demon could more easily take control of her mind. She shakes her head from side to side, fear prickling at her spine like needles. Kethra knows she is helpless and powerless, and the shame she feels is overwhelming. She closes her eyes for a moment and lets a name slip past her lips; that of the one man that means the most to her.
"Faralon..."
((She's not afraid for herself so much as she is afraid of being possessed and hurting her friends, especially you know who <_<))

Posted by: Aldur Wed Apr 19, 2006 5:15 pm
((Oh good god the cheese. XD Faralon! Save yo' bitch.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Apr 19, 2006 5:27 pm
((OMG, now that Aldur's character isn't around, he's gonna make OOC comments forever! *Explodes* Though I will admit, that is funny...))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Apr 19, 2006 5:36 pm
Lilah smiles charmingly at the Prince, "I am Lilah of the Lillend..." The beautiful creature pauses as she glances over her shoulder in the direction of Kethra, "Oh...one moment, that beast is in need of care." In a single fluid motion she pulls forth the bright red cloth once more, singing tauntingly towards the massive beast Rhizor had become.
Amazingly, the beast is affected by the spell and rage fills it towards the Lillend.
((OoC: Knight rolled a 4...which still almost beat the DC.))
The pure and clear sound of Lilah's laughter fills the chamber as she glances back at the Prince, "Ahhhh... Verily, I didst not expect such amusement upon the mortal plane." She tills her head slightly, "I needs must fly ere the beast reaches me, but thou shouldst know that many of thy rescuers hath been possessed by fiendish apparitions. So though we hath driven the archfiend from this place, we must now subdue and cleanse our comrades."
She winks at the Prince, "I wish thee good fortune..." With a mighty surge of her wings, she rises into the air before flying over the head of Nick to hover over the pit.
((8,9 I believe... Should be not provoke an AoO... Yeah for good maneuverability which means I can hover.))

Posted by: White Rose Wed Apr 19, 2006 6:42 pm
((Just a reminder to Rusty, who I'm sure is paying attention, but this is the last round Acacia's stunned for. Anyone available to kill that shadow thingy before she's strength leeched to death?))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Apr 19, 2006 8:09 pm
((Don't worry, STR leech won't kill you. CON leech is what kills you. STR leech just makes you fall to the ground helpless, though I suppose that isn't any better Ashathel is close to Acacia, but he's held up by the Deva, I believe ;_;))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Apr 19, 2006 10:17 pm
*Sweat pours down Faralon's face as he sees Kethra in danger. However, the Lillend comes to the rescue once again and sends Rhizor away. Faralon smirks, looking at the Lillend. I love that thing... He then spots Acacia near death out of the corner of his eye, still stunned from the Deva's attack. Faralon moves closer towards her, beginning a new song.*
:
"Acacia, my friend - be still; stay strong!
This fight is near the end - it won't be long!
Keep cool; keep calm - you shan't die here!
As I do sing this psalm - allies draw near!"
((Acacia gains 1 + 9 + 8 (+15 from Bear's Endurance CON) bonus HD, so she has
33 more HP. Hopefully that will be enough to keep her alive...
Also, +3 competence bonus to attack rolls and +2 to FORT saves.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Apr 20, 2006 12:14 am
Zook steps back and fires into the Shadow Demon. The bullet appears to slow the shadowy mass as it reaches out to envelop the gnome, but Zook once again evades being struck. Merkass' hail of arrows knocks out Laika cold. The wolfman spins around in a circle from the impact before collapsing in a heap.
Two of Gabriel's attacks fall short of the zombified Deva, but the other two dig in fiercely.
Ashathel beheads the undead Deva he had been fighting with and goes on to lay into the other.
As Lilah flies away, she notes it's more difficult to stay aloft, but manages to maintain her speed and altitude.
: "Er, uh, thanks," Nick says, blinking. "Wait! Who are all of you! What's going on? Blast! I'll take care of that undead..."
Nick dashes up the metal ladder and slashes at the Deva attacking Cedric. He manages a mighty blow on the beast
((Hit. 35 damage.))
The Deva responds by bashing Nick back to unconsciousness and smacking Cedric again for good measure.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. 17 damage to Nick. Nick is knocked out again. Cedric suffers 18 damage.))
The other Deva bashes Ashathel twice, sending the warrior into a daze.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. 30 damage to Ashathel, stunned for 1 round.))
Mayfair moves up behind Ashathel and sings a light church hymn embedded with healing power. The melody closes the wounds of many around her, and also causes the Undead Deva to shriek in a horrible pain.
((Mass Cure Serious Wounds, AKA Aura 2. Acacia, Faralon, Ashathel, Brand, and Gabriel heal 34 HP each. The Undead Deva takes that much damage.))
Brand attacks the Deva! His crackling blade slices the skin with ease, but the lightning doesn't seem to affect the creature at all...
((Miss, Hit, Hit, Miss. 18 damage after resistance.))
The woman in white armor strides up to the group, but does not halt, apparently intending to simply bypass the fighting.
Ryhir floats in the water, holding his breath well.
((Swim check failed, Fort save made.))
Kyoji dashes forward, invisibly and silently as he uses his rope and grappling hook to cross the pit, ensuring the increased gravity doesn't hold him.
Some otherworldly force seems to be in favor of the war-party, as both Shadows miss their marks, and the Blood Armor only hits Acacia once.
((Miss, Hit, Miss. 14 damage.))
Another blast of invisible light hits Gabe dead between the eyes, the same spot Mayfair just healed.
((Critical Hit! 64 damage to Gabriel.))
Aurik shouts out words of might and Brand finds himself unable to move.
((Hold Person, save failed.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Apr 20, 2006 12:30 am
Zook skips away from the Shadow Demon, again managing to evade its draining grasp. Once outside the creature's reach, he fires, the bullet flaring on impact as the would-be possessor evaporates into shreds of black vapor. ((Another 5' Step to the left and fire. Incorp passed, hit. 29 Damage. Shadow Demon destroyed.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 20, 2006 1:24 am
Amidst the battle, Faralon stops his song and calls out to the woman in white, "Who are you? What are you doing here of all places?!" The woman ignores Faralon and frowns as she tries to look past Gabriel's shifting bulk. "..." What the... Faralon replies, "Can you hear me? There's a fierce battle raging here!"
"The overgrown cat is blocking my view," the woman says, irritatedly.
Faralon frowns, "View? What are you trying to see?"
"Where is Shailtor, I know he's here!" the woman says, focusing intently beyond Gabriel.
Faralon shakes his head, responding, "Shailtor fled after Cedric hit him..."
"Fled?" the woman asks, closing her eyes. "Not again..."
"He is a coward, after all. How anyone can consider him a deity is beyond me..." Faralon shakes his head, "But we don't have much time to talk. Some of my allies have become possessed...And others are being stunned by those powerful undead angels. If you're here to aid us, please do!"
The woman exhales in a stressed manner. "If you fight those foes that reek of evil, you don't need my help. They're in terrible shape. You should never rely on others too much."
"......You're the type that likes a challenge, aren't you?" Faralon sighs, scouting the battlefield to decide on the best course of action.
"It is no longer a matter of want. A challenge is laid upon me," the woman says as she moves forward.

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Apr 20, 2006 3:42 am
*Rhizor snorts and sniffs. He begins to rear his head back to bash Kethra in the side of the face with a horn, in hopes of knocking her out, but then he smells something, sees something... hears something. The Lillend was taunting him. He shakes his head and lets the monk go, but not with one last growl at her. The serpentine creature would pay for her transgression. She stood in their way. She is abomination. She must be cleansed. He knew it in his soul, blackened as it now was. He began to trod off, his hand-like feet plodding along the ground powerfully. He quickly gained speed, charging for the pit. He neared the edge, ready to leap, but his body shifted off balance on some loose rubble. He leapt across, nearly clearing the chasm before it began to pull him down. Rhizor roared once more, his appendeges scrambling out for the nearby ledge. He thought he could feel it, but the increased pull downward kept steadily pulling him further down. Only few precious seconds would tell if he would make it over.*
((Rhizor fails his will save and targets the Lillend.
Rhizor charges at the Lillend, attempting to leap the chasm.
Jump Check
1d20 + 25 = 4 + 25 = 29.
Reflex to grab ledge
1d20 + 8 = 14 + 8 = 22.))
*Merkass turns his head, ready to aid Zook in disposing of the shadow creature, but the gnome already seems to have things under control. Instead, Merkass moves into the mass of allies to get a beter vantage point. He lines up a shot and smirks. Drawing a silvered, holy serpentstongue arrow, Merkass fired at the Deva. The a sickening slashing sound, it cuts through the Deva's necrotic flesh and passes through its body. The arrow continues on toward the blood armor and slashes through its unholy plating. Knowing the Silence was still out there, Merkass kept on his toes. It worried him that he still couldn't see the sniper.*
((1d20 + 32 - 4 (FD) = 18 + 28 = 46
-4 to hit blood armor: 42
1d8 + 6d6 + 13 = 4 + 1 + 3 + 2 + 3 + 1 + 3 + 13 = 30 damage, S/P, Silver & Holy))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 20, 2006 4:04 am
Lilah chuckles mirthfully as the beast struggles to pull itself from the pit, "My...what strong legs thoust has..." A wrinkle appears on her face as she tilts her head towards the now downed Prince Nick, "Ah... Thou art not as mighty as I had thought..." She moves to the side of Cedric.
[Defensive Casting: 14 + 7 = 21]
She sings a gentle song and weaves her hands in a mystic fashion before reaching out to touch Nick. A small amount of healing energy flows over him but the Lillend seems ill pleased, "How couldst such a spell do so little?"
[CLW : 1 + 5 = 6 : Nick]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Apr 20, 2006 4:44 am
((I found out that the fort save roll that made while I was gone was 7, so... 1d20 +5 (con) +6 (fort) +2 (prot. from evil) +1 (divine protection) +2 (recitation) = 23. Ash passes the save, and is not stunned. But a bitch is about to eat some force blade.
Ash moves to the spot NE of Acacia's shadow demon and pegs it good.
Attack1: 1d20 +10 (sword) +9 (bab) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) +4 (bardic) +5(holy sword) +1 (haste) +2 (recitation) - 4 (defensive) = 54
Damage1: 7d6 (sword) +2d6 +5 (holy) +0 (str) +3 (greaves) +4 (int) +4 (bardic)= 41 regular, 5 holy
Gabe rolls a 50 for the jump check to go for a jumping charge at the blood armor.
But a Str check is also required, and with a 19 only half of him is on the platform. 19 for next round, so he pulls himself up.
<}--- Ashathel: 33/123 HP ??? (norm 97 max) ---{>
Effective AC: 31 (26 touch), +3 dodge to the deva
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Mage Armor, Haste, Holy Sword, Bardic Music, Elation, Recitation, Divine Protection, Divine Shield
== Spells ==
Lvl. 0: ----
Lvl. 1: ----
Lvl. 2: ----
<}--- Gabriel 56/170 HP (norm 125 max)---{>
Effective AC: 21
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Con, Haste, Primeval Form, Rage [rnd 3/10], Bardic Music, Elation))

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Apr 20, 2006 4:46 am
: Accursed ninja! Back into the darkness with you! You turn from the light, and so shall it turn from you! *Kyoji's blows landed hard upon him, but it was no matter. Staring him down intently, Aurik watched the ninja's motions and timed his own movements accordingly. Aurik reaches out with his holy symbol directly in front of Kyoji's face, the ninja sees a black ichor begin to trail down in front of his vision. Aurik moves around the ninja and into safety, preparing for what was to come.*
((Aurik casts Blindness on Kyoji defensively.
Kyoji fails his FORT save.
Aurik moves to the bottom of the stairs on the left and against the wall on the left))

Posted by: Rusty Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:11 am
((Faralon moves forward and sends an arrow flying at the Shadow Demon, killing it. Roll to hit: 9 +7 (DEX w/Elation and Cat's Grace) +4 (music) +1 (magic) +7 (BAB) +2 (recitation) +1 (size) = 31. Hit! Miss chance: 55. Damage: 1 + 8 in buffs total = it's dead.
1 [arrow] + 1 [STR] + 1 [magic] + 4 [bardic music] + 2 [flute] = 9. It's dead, Jim.))
===
((I know Rose asked to drink a potion, but I feel that since she was healed via Mayfair and given temporary HP from yours truly, she shall thus pick up her sword and wildly attack instead.
A very risky maneuver...PA9.
13 +0 (STR w/Elation) +4 (music) +5 (magic) +0 (BAB - PA) + 1 (haste) +2 (recitation) + 3 (inspire greatness) = 28. JUST HIT. GO GO BARDIC MUSIC.
Damage: (2 + 5) [sword] + 4 [cold] + 5 [sonic] +0 (STR w/Elation) +4 [music] +5 [magic] +18 [PA] = 43.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:11 am
Zook destroys the demon as Kyoji batters Aurik only to be hit by blindness. ((Hit, Hit, Miss. 61 damage subdual to Aurik.)) Ashathel slashes up the Shadow Demon as Jokulligr tries to finish it off and fails. Kethra stands up, blinking, trying to understand what just happened. She exerts the barest amount of effort and still manages to evade what must be the King of Incomptence in Shadow Demon form.
Ryhir begins to drown in his prison of water.
((Fort save failed.))
The woman in white walks forward, executing a graceful somersault despite her armor to roll past the Blood Armor without incident.
One of Faralon's arrows ends Acacia's Shadow Demon as the mighty Blood Armor jabs twice at Acacia herself, wounding the warrior.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. 18 damage.))
Acacia retaliates with an attack of her own that
Meanwhile Cedric is set upon once more, the noble knight knocked out as the angel dispels another 2 of the Lillends' images.
((Hit, Hit, Hit. Cedric is at -9.))
Mayfair rushes up past everyone when Acacia distracts the Blood Armor.
Another blast of light burns at Gabriel, filling his mind with searing pain.
((Hit! 32 damage!))
Next round!

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:19 am
Lilah rests a hand upon Nick, healing his wounds. [Denfensively Cast CLW: 2 + 5 = 7 : Nick]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:39 am
((Battle taken care of in chat.)) Nick slashes at the Undead Deva as the others do battle with the Blood Armor. It finally falls to Faralon to slay the construct with a pair of shows from his magical bow. Zook fires a lucky shot that finds the core of Kethra's Shadow Demon and obliterates it completely.
Merkass fires a hail of arrows that slays the remaining Deva, then knocks out Aurik and Rhizor with shots to the head.
((Hit, Hit, Critical Hit. Upgrading... Upgraded! A crapload of damage to Rhizor exceeding 84 subdual (stopped counting once he was under.))
A blast of invisible light strikes Lilah as Mayfair rushes up and utters a prayer.
((Mass Cure Light Wounds. Cedric, Nick, and Lilah heal 28 damage. The Silence takes that much.))

Posted by: Rusty Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:41 am
*Faralon moves to Brand, taking the Orb and using it to try and dispel the Wall of Water. Upon doing do, Ryhir is freed and promptly falls unconscious*

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:49 am
Lilah lets out a sharp cry of pain as a lance of energy sears her flesh. Tears form in her eyes as she whirls around to face the throne, her beautiful face twisting in pain and anger, "Thou cur!!! How dare thee strike me so cowardly." The Lillend slides back, still clearly upset, "Knave...to wound me so..." She waves her hands in the air, casting a spell of healing upon herself.
[Denfensively CLW: 4 + 5 = 9 : Lilah]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Apr 20, 2006 7:27 am
As the battle rages, the woman in white armor circles the fortress, looking intently for something. All other enemies defeated, the force moves enmasse towards the Soundless Skeletal Sniper... SILENCE! /Zelda:OoT. Though the Silence nearly kills Acacia in the ensuing struggle, Mayfair manages to keep her alive with one of her last healing spells. Eventually, the skeleton falls to a knee, leaning on its rifle, its bones starting to crumble to dust. It looks up to the sky and whispers a single word, breaking his millenia long quiet.
"Freedom..." he whispers.
Then he crumbles to dust, the vague outline of a man appearing for a split second before it too is gone.
The Silence is broken.
Victory!
4000 XP for each character!
After investigating the Silence's remains with glee, Zook salvages the following items.
Scoped U.V. Laser Rifle: 4d8 damage. +5 to hit. Range: 225 total. (325 with Far Shot.) Ammo:6/6.
Force Field generator (40 point. Regens 1 point/round until 0, then recharge period of 10 minutes needed.)
5 chemical NRG cells (Laser ammo clips.)
Force Blade: +10 to hit, 8d6 damage.
ID card: Steven "Silence" Sanford. It shows a smiling older human with tanned features on the picture.
Nick dusts himself off, cleans his sword and sheathes it, then looks around.
: "That was... challenging... I'm afraid I don't know who any of you are, but you saved my..."
: "IDIOT!!!" Mayfair yells, bashing Nick on the head, lightly, but hard enough to hurt.
: "OOOOW!! Mayfair, what..." Nick is interrupted as Mayfair takes another swing.
: "Don't give me what! I saw you eyeing the Lillend! Then you go off and get yourself knocked out again rushing into battle, what were you thinking! But the worst part is you blushed!!!" Mayfair yells. "This is just like when we took the Dava test and you nearly fell into that Kisaragi woman's trap! What's with you?! Do you always..."
Yeesha appears at this moment, hurrying to the Prince from the gate.
: "I know I was supposed to stay, but I couldn't help it, is... Oh... You found them! Thank the Light..." Yeesha trails off as Mayfair continues to yell at Nick, who winces and feebly defends himself.
: "Huh, I was worried that the kidnapping might've changed them, but they haven't changed at all! Gnyahahahaha!" Yeesha laughs hard.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 20, 2006 7:45 am
Cedric slowly stumbles to his feet, his hammer hanging weakly from his hand. His eyes glance over the battlefield wearily, he opens his mouth to speak but no words issue forth. He swallows and whispers a thankful prayer in a hoarse voice. The Paladin watches as Lady Yeesha, Lady Mayfair, and the Prince greet one another, then turns away. He nods to Faralon, "Well done...friend..." The eyes of the Paladin dwell on a strange figure walking around the dark altar, "Who is that?"
Faralon shakes his head, "I don't know...But she is obviously the woman we've learned about from the rumors."
Cedric frowns slightly, sighing heavily, "I beg a great favor of you..." A torn and tormented expression is in his eyes, "Please handle matters...for now... I must attend to my family."
Faralon frowns, nodding, "...All right." Faralon puts his arm on Cedric's shoulder, "By the way...You fought superbly, Cedric. I don't think Shailtor will be bothering us personally now unless he absolutely has to..."
The eyes of the Kensai narrow for a moment with hate, "He'll be back." Cedric turns from the royalty and nobles, stepping slowly down the steps while tears begin to form in his eyes. Descending to the lower platform, he approaches his bound father and gentle begins untying the ropes that bind him. Tears now flow openly down the face of the Paladin, his hands shaking.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Apr 20, 2006 8:20 am
Kyoji, having been freed from blindness by Mayfair, says nothing as he approaches Cedric. Wordlessly he carefully removes the gag on the paladin's father as Cedric strives to free him from the ropes. Being helpless in the pit, Kanmeshi can't do much as Yeesha reads from a scroll that sends him right to sleep.
((Yeah, I forgot, but I don't see him being able to do much and I don't want to go through all this again... Therefore, Yeesha's small contribution.))

Posted by: Riegien Thu Apr 20, 2006 3:30 pm
A column of flame roars down upon the group standing near the throne, talking. "I REMAIN TO DO LORD SHALITORS BIDDDDDING, BWAHAHAHAHAH! ILL SHOW YOU. ILL SHOW YOU ALL!!! FOR VENGENCE! FOR VOLCANON! FLAMESTRIKE for 27 damage. reflex save dc 19.. i dont know who all i catch in it

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Apr 20, 2006 4:56 pm
((Without Line of Sight, eh?)) *Merkass examines the remains of this terrible foe. The skeletal sniper had skills that many of his clansmen would envy. Indeed, he was a master of stealth, and a foe to be reckoned with. Amidst the dust of the Silence's remains, Merkass noted a card. Picking it up and examining it, Merkass read "Steven 'Silence' Sanford" on it, and a picture next to it. He assumed that the picture was that of the Silence, pre-death and reanimation.*
Steven... Sanford...
*The catman's gazed looked up to the ceiling of the chamber, then back down to the ground again. The Silence had a strange name. It was no stranger than any other human's name, though. Maybe the humans thought he had a strange name. With that thought, Merkass breathed in the stale air of the inner sanctum and then exhaled. For some reason, now his mind felt open. He looked about, saw the carnage that had been wrought in this one room. His thoughts were entirely on the others at this point in time, however. Not on the bodies strewn about, not on the many dangers to be found in this fortress. Instead, his mind was focused on who his companions really were. Their origins, their names, their families, their loved ones. Each and everyone one of them had lost something this day.
But they had performed their mission. The prince was saved, with Mayfair as well. They had saved others as well. Some had fallen along the way, and some they had been too late for. Slade and Gates now lay dead, Natasha, Deanna, and many others had been lain to waste, or worse, reanimated. Of all the ones they couldn't save, Amelios, was lost to the Strife Lords. The lost priest would be brought back to the light one way or another. Merkass would track him to the ends of the world, if needbe, and bring him back to the folds of the goddess in any way necessary, including singlehandedly. Never before had Merkass felt such a sense of duty. Finding Nick felt like a job. Finding Amelios felt like an obligation. The priest was lost, yes, but not gone. While evil still lurked within his heart, Merkass would hunt it to extinction.
Merkass once again raised the ID badge in front of his face and examined it one last time. The corners of his mouth upturned ever so slightly, the beginnings of a smile. Merkass placed the badge in a pocket for the time being until he could turn it into a necklace. Merkass would honor Steven Sanford's deeds into the future, for now that is where they were headed. The only absolute in the universe, as Merkass had discovered, is the passing of time.*

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:07 pm
Kethra looks down at the prone form of Damas, but does not dare wake him. The demon could still be within him. I cannot take that risk... Kethra's gaze turns to the altar where she saw Damas' familiar Li crushed in Shailtor's hand. How cruel, to kill a defenseless animal... Damas is going to be devastated... I should go and get her for him...
Kethra walks towards the altar slowly but with purpose, moving past the others that have assembled there. She kneels down near the altar where the corpse of Li now lay. She scoops Li up in her hands, barely able to hold back tears. Kethra speaks in a sad tone.
"I must...take her back to her master..."
With that said, Kethra leaves the altar and goes back to Isyndel and Damas.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:20 pm
((Yeah... I love how Cedric's mother is dead and his father tied up, the stalwart Paladin sobbing and Kethra is more concerned about a rat. I feel the love.)) [Diplomacy: 18 + 26 = 44] Lilah smirks as Mayfair erupts at Nick, shaking her head with amusement. Then she notes the strange woman stepping around the altar, with an arched eyebrow the Lillend slides foreward, "Who art thou? Thou doest seem to share our hate for the Archfiend." Lilah smiles, "Verily though, that wast a mighty blow. Ah, I shalt compose a great ballad in honor of this victory. "

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:25 pm
((Damas and Cedric will be in angst mode)) "Our allies need tending to, and those that are possessed must be purged of those demons...somehow." Kethra rests the body of Li down beside Damas and walks over to Cedric. "Cedric... I... I'm...so sorry..."
The young monk lays a hand on his shoulder, and she speaks in a soft tone.
"Do you...want me to help?"

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:28 pm

QUOTE (Rusty @ Thu Apr 20, 2006 12:41 am)
*Faralon moves to Brand, taking the Orb and using it to try and dispel the Wall of Water. Upon doing do, Ryhir is freed and promptly falls unconscious*

Umm. No.
First off, I'm pretty sure all three charges were used for the day.
Second off, Brand nearly tried to kill Faralon once. I doubt he's going to loan the elf his primary weapon at a time when multiple teammates are suddenly turning on each other.
Third, while I realize I've been away for the last two weeks working, and I understand other people playing my char, having him follow shouted orders is one thing, and having him give up his gear is another.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:30 pm

QUOTE (Wandering Dezorian @ Thu Apr 20, 2006 12:28 pm)
Umm. No. First off, I'm pretty sure all three charges were used for the day. Second off, Brand nearly tried to kill Faralon once. I doubt he's going to loan the elf his primary weapon at a time when multiple teammates are suddenly turning on each other.
Third, while I realize I've been away for the last two weeks working, and I understand other people playing my char, having him follow shouted orders is one thing, and having him give up his gear is another.

((WD: Brand was under a Hold Person spell. ))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:33 pm

QUOTE (Dark Maiden @ Thu Apr 20, 2006 12:25 pm)
((Damas and Cedric will be in angst mode)) "Our allies need tending to, and those that are possessed must be purged of those demons...somehow." Kethra rests the body of Li down beside Damas and walks over to Cedric. "Cedric... I... I'm...so sorry..."
The young monk lays a hand on his shoulder, and she speaks in a soft tone.
"Do you...want me to help?"

(())

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:50 pm
((All three charges were used? Er...)) The Orb being depleted, Kyoji uses his rope and a precisely aimed grappling hook to latch onto Ryhir's armor straps and pull him out of the water. The tiff between Nick and Mayfair ends as quickly as it began.
: "Sorry about that, everyone... You're all injured, let me see what I can do..." Mayfair says as she begins to tend to the wounded.
: "Shailtor... That name will be cursed in a thousand languages even centuries after I run him through... You can rest assured I have no love for that monster..." the woman growls. Her scowl deepens then as her fingers tighten on her sword. "And I can't get a sense on where he went... Sneaking spider, there's no telling where he's gone now..."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Apr 20, 2006 7:11 pm
"Wait... what has Shailtor done to you?" Ashathel asked, speaking to the woman in white as he aided in securing his turned teammates. "Is there any way we can aid you? This quest has ended, but I know I and others will not rest until the fiend suffers more than shattered bones."
((Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 (ranks) = 19))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Apr 20, 2006 8:15 pm
((Yeah, count Damas in! He'll want to hurt Shailtor alot, when he is unpossessed and through with angst mode anyway <_<))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 20, 2006 8:26 pm
"Shailtor destroyed everything I ever knew, loved, or cared for," the woman says, simply, a look of sorrow crossing her face for a moment. It's soon replaced by anger, "Styling himself a god... He's nothing more than a living plague on creation. You caused him to flee... That's more than most could have managed."
Lilah laughs, "Tis was a simple matter to set him to flight! One blow, two blows, three blows, four... Shailtor was rolling on the floor!"
"Luck was watching over you, then..." the woman looks at Lilah with scorn. "Simple matter? Do not treat him so lightly. You have very little idea what with which you deal."
The Lillend shakes her head, as if a wise adult teaching a child, "Wouldst thou rather that we dwelt in fear of such beings?" She laughs clearly, "I shalt laugh in the face of the darkest evil rather than allow such a being to quell my spirit. The fiends desire terror and regard, yet from me they wilt not receive it."
With a grin, Ryhir says in an aside to someone nearby, "I think I like her."
"Don't patronize me, youth," the woman says, angrily. "No, you should never fear them. Never. It's what they want. But to treat them lightly is a mistake. A mistake I've seen too many pay a terrible price for. Do not give them fear, but if you refuse to acknowledge their abilities, you will not be able to see their blows coming when they choose to strike."
The eyes of Lilah narrow for a moment, then she sighs, "Thy words hath wisdom but thou lackest either perception or compassion." The Lillend tilts her head slightly towards the battlefield, "The time for rejoicing is at hand, the corpses of many a foe lay scattered behind this troupe." She glances around at the party, "Before them is no certain future, rejoice! Make happy and renew thy spirits! A great deed thou hast done this day!!!"
The woman frowns. "Perhaps. Just do not allow your success here to go to your head in future struggles. Take heart in this victory, but not pride enough to blind you. That is all I mean to say."
"Wise words, fair lady..." Ashathel said. "May we ask of who they come?"
...
Cedric struggles with the ropes holding his father, his hands shaking and tears streaming down his face. However, thanks to the aid of Kyoji and Kethra, he manages to free his father.
"Son..." Oates says, looking at Cedric, then he passes out.
"Exhaustion... mental and physical. But he is fine," Kyoji says, checking the man's vitals.
Cedric stares at his father for a long moment, then wiping tears from his eyes he hands the manacles at his belt to Kyoji. He then turns to his deceased mother and tenderly begins to remove the ropes around her.
Kyoji sighs and binds the unconscious Corliss's arms.
The last cruel rope removed, Cedric sits by his mother staring at her still form. Tears continue to run down the face of the Paladin.
Kyoji lays a hand on Cedric. "Friend paladin, I understand your grief more than you know, but there is still a little left to do."
Cedric stares at the corpse of his mother for a long torn moment, then slowly stands. He takes in a deep wavering breath, then wipes his tears away and turns back to the others.
His voice is hoarse as he suddenly speaks commandingly, "Lady Yeesha, please make prepations to depart. We must make haste from this place before Shailtor weaves another scheme." He glances to the tinker, "Zook, we need to know how to free Gabriel from the clutches of the enemy. Use all of your skill for this task, we will not leave him behind." The Paladin takes a deep breath, then turns to the Bard who held the group together, "Faralon... Hand me the scroll you carry, then attempt to recall how we can aid our allies and how to best free them."
Cedric takes the scroll from Faralon, then starts towards the entrance of the fortress. He continues issuing orders as he does so, "Gather what you can, we will dwell here only long enough to destroy this place. Search for any clues of the Strife Lords greater pla..." The Paladin comes to an abrupt stop, having reached the body of Rachel. He swallows and bends down, gently straightening her body and laying her bow at her side. He whispers a quiet prayer, fighting off tears once more. The Paladin continues on and then, shielded from the body of Gabriel, he pulls forth the scroll and summons Derrik.
"I had a hunch you'd be calling," Derrik says with a faint smile that's a far cry from his usual smug look.
Cedric nods, a weary expression upon his face, "Shailtor has sworn revenge upon you. It might be in your best interest to part ways with us."
"Yes, I know. It's ironic in a way..." Derrik says with a distant look. "Anyway, you probably have a great deal of needs right now."
Cedric shakes his head, "I know... It was never in your best interest to aid us." The paladin sighs, "Thank you, friend. How much of the last battle did you witness?"
"Pretty much all of it. You almost aced Shailtor... So close..." Derrik's face twists for a moment as he mentions Shailtor's name, but the effect is passing. "Well he can't run forever."
The eyes of the Paladin narrow dangerously, "He continues to blight existence with his presence. I only managed to drive him away for a moment..." Cedric shakes his head, "We have little time and I will not waste yours. I do not know what treasures we gained in this place but we have need of much from you. Many of our number have been possessed by demons. Zook is devising a means of freeing Gabriel from Shailtor's control but no doubt he will require your aid. This place must be destroyed, no matter the cost." Grief crosses the face of the Paladin, "Finally...a personal request...please take the body of my mother and that our companion Rachel to a safe place. ...or as safe as you can find in this dark time." Cedric pauses, "I know the cost for all of this will be high, we will pay in any way we are able."
"Yes, I know. I will deliver Rachel's body to the fort. Your mother... Do you wish for me to send her with your sister and father. You've broken the cult presence in Cypress. What little they have are futilely sieging the castle." Derrik responds.
Cedric rubs his face for a moment, "I...I cannot send my sister home... She..."
Derrik's face softens for a moment. "Let me see her."
Cedric nods, glancing back at the where his sister lays. As he starts to walk back towards the body, the Paladin looks to Derrik, "Our service to the Lady Yeesha is nearly ended."
"Then it seems you must decide how to continue." Derrik responds.
The Paladin nods quietly, "Yes...yet I pray that the decision does not come until we have had opportunity to rest."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Apr 20, 2006 9:00 pm
The group finds the following items in the chests. Flaming Great Sword +5 Ring of Spell storing, minor. Ring of Protection +3 Cloak of Resistance +2
Dust of Tracelessness
Electricity Resistant +4 Large Steel Shield.
Light fortification +4 Large Steel Shield
Mithral Chain Mail of Remedy+4 : +4 to hit, +2 save vs. poison
+4 rapier
Ghost Touch Holy +5 Rifle rounds (43).
21000 GP, 3100 platinum
1,000 gp emerald, set of five 500 gp black pearls, five 100 gp orbs of amber.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 20, 2006 9:00 pm
"I once led a people... They're all dead now. I lead their spirits now to stop the monsters that killed them," the woman says sadly. "My name..." She mumbles softly to herself. It's hard to make out, but it sounds like she says "Lisa." "OK, let's see here..." Derrik says, bending down to examine Cedric's sister and muttering soft arcane words under his breath.
Red lights flare in an odd pattern over Corliss' head. Derrik winces.
"It's a Mindrape spell... Shailtor altered her entire mind. Memories, personality... I can fix it, but it's not going to be easy... One moment."
Cedric watches quietly.
Derrik searches his pockets and pulls out a scroll from one. Presenting it strongly over Corliss he read a litany of words. The scroll disintegrates into a fine golden mist that seeps into Corliss.
Corliss stirs, but does nothing as Derrik's eyes narrow. He pulls out another scroll and repeats the process. Again, nothing.
"If you want something done right..." Derrik mutters as he pulls a glittering diamond from a pocket.
Holding the stone over Corliss, he shouts a chant forcefully before crushing the stone in his hand. The diamond dust flows over her and Corliss seems to relax, "Damnation that was tougher than I thought it would be." Derrik says as he rubs his forehead.
Kethra steps forward. "It worked?"
"Of course it did. My quality is guaranteed. But you can wake her and see for yourself," Derrik says.
Cedric bends down beside his sister, staring at her quietly, "Will...will she remember what she did?"
Derrik is quiet.
Cedric nods, "I understand..." He slowly gets back to his feet.
Derrik replies at last, "If... no, it couldn't be helped. Yes, she will, I'm afraid. Everything she did while under the influence."
Kethra sighs and shakes her head. "Poor girl," she whispers to herself.
Cedric looks around the chamber distantly, distracting himself from the torment behind him, "How much explosives will we need to demolish this place?"
"It's old and not that well made despite the legends. Five thousand gold will cover it," Derrik says. "Though I highly recommend you search the other levels for prisoners and the like."
Cedric looks back, surprise on his face, "Other levels?"
"From the outside, it's obvious this place is larger than this floor... I'd look for secret doors were I you." Derrik replies.
Cedric nods quietly, "Ah... I see." He glances to the ninja, "Kyoji, could you begin a search please?"
"Is there anything I can do?" Kethra asks.
"I will search the castle as well," Ashathel said, also leaving.

Posted by: Rusty Thu Apr 20, 2006 9:47 pm
"I see you appear to be having team problems," Derrik says, looking down into the pit. Cedric frowns, "I mentioned that to you." Faralon: "Heh, he's not the only one..." "Yes, but I'm making it obvious to everyone else. No matter. I'm afraid the price will have to be up front in this matter."
Cedric nods, "I understand. It is worth any price."
Derrik: "Right then. For dispelling the demons hiding in Van, I'm going to require his guisarme. You know. The enchanted one."
Faralon: "Let me guess...you need a personal item to dispel such effects?"
Cedric frowns, "For Van alone? Few of us carry such items..."
Derrik: "No, merely a matter of supply and demand."
Faralon: "Let's get a second opinion on this...Mayfair, is the possession really that strong?"
"Let me see..." Mayfair says, examining Van's body. She frowns and murmurs a spell, but nothing happens. Her eyebrows heighten in surprise. "It didn't work?"
Derrik chuckles. "These demons don't follow the normal rules of possession, your magic won't affect them. I have the means to restore them, but it's rare and difficult to acquire. In addition, Shailtor will be coming for me soon. I'm going to need some more aces up my sleeve. I won't budge here. Well?"
Faralon: "...And even one of the exorcisms is worth that guisarme?" *Faralon asks curiously, not trying to be rude - but rather inquiring just how much each exorcism might cost.*
Derrik: "Well, let me see. How many of yours are possessed?"
Faralon: "Seven..." *Faralon looks over at their unconscious bodies.*
"Right, I'll cure them all, for..." Derrik pulls out a piece of paper and looks at it. The guisarme, the Buster Sword Acacia got from Deanna, Aurik's armor, and Gabriel's Mask of Death. That and twenty thousand gold pieces will cover it."
*Faralon frowns.* Faralon: "Whatever it takes...We have performed the mission given to us. I suppose...we don't necessarily need such things. Life is priceless, after all..."
"Very well then... I'll take that," Derrik says as he bends down and retrieves Van's weapon. He collects each of the listed items in turn before taking the coins from some of the treasure recently found.
Cedric watches the items being taken, then nods, "What price for healing my sister?"
"Here you go," Derrik says, turning and handing out seven white shards of crystal. "Hold the shards to their foreheads, the shards will shatter and the demon will die. Your sister?" Derrik asks. He smiles, slightly. "Don't worry about that."
*Faralon follows the procedure Derrik mentioned, taking each shard one by one, holding each one to the foreheads of the possessed allies.*
The shards shatter and each affected awakens suddenly, gasping in a deep breath of air. A dark pouring of smoke emanates from their ears before turning to dust.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Apr 20, 2006 10:20 pm
((Here's what was semi-decided in chat. We'll finish this once we discover what the remaining treasure is.)) -Determined- Zook - Ghost Touch Holy +5 Rifle rounds (43). Acacia - Flaming Greatsword + 5 Kanmeshi - Electricity Resistant +4 Large Steel Shield.
Aurik - Light fortification +4 Large Steel Shield
Acacia - +4 Large Steel shield (Aurik's Old Shield)
Ash - Ring of Protection +3
-Sell-
+4 rapier : +17,776gp
Dust of Tracelessness : +137gp
Large Steel Shield +1 : 1,177gp
To be Split
56000 - 20000 (Light Crystals) = 36000 - 5000(Explosives) = 31000 + 19078 = 50078gp
-Up for Grabs-
Cloak of Resistance +2
Ring of Spell storing, minor
Force Blade: +10 to hit, 8d6 damage.
Mithral Chain Mail of Remedy+4 : +4 to hit, +2 save vs. poison
Undecided
Mystery Armor from previous battle

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Apr 20, 2006 10:30 pm
((Ah, so we're all awake now? I'll post in a bit))

Posted by: Rusty Thu Apr 20, 2006 10:53 pm
((Dust should probably go for 137 with the 10% markup. Also...I see you listed the up for grabs items at half price in case they're sold. Don't forget the markup price for those as well if they do end up getting sold. ^_^ yay for 10% Note to Marine: the +1 shield is from Acacia))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Apr 21, 2006 1:59 am
((I'll post the scene after I talk to Ian about something <_< Btw, if there is money, that's all I want for my characters))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Apr 21, 2006 2:02 am

QUOTE (Kaihaku @ Thu Apr 20, 2006 12:30 pm)
((WD: Brand was under a Hold Person spell. ))

I guess I overreacted. Appologies.
The only thing I can say in my defense is that my master's engineering thesis is more or less due tomorrow, and I'm a tiny bit stressed/sleep deprived.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Apr 21, 2006 3:01 am
((It's OK. Finals is stressful for everyone. ... ... ... Especially if you're an English major that flat out forgot to start work on a 20 page paper...
...
Due the next day.
I rock. : ( ))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Apr 21, 2006 3:04 am
((Err... glad I could remind you about that? Give 'em hell, TUM. Oh, guess I'd better keep this post on topic, eh?)) Brand pulls Derrik aside. "I'll be blunt." he says quietly. "I don't like you, and I doubt you're brimfull with affection for me."
"But I understand why you named the price you did. Supply and demand, or something along those lines. I also know that they're going to need these weapons. I'll make you a deal."
"You let them keep those expensive weapons. In exchange, you can have mine, including the orb of lightning. I'll give you the personal armor of a birdman hero, legendary magical artifacts, and my own family's doublesword, heavily enchanted. All of which can be sold for a hefty price. The only thing I ask to keep is the ring I just purchased from you."
"What do you say?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Apr 21, 2006 3:14 am
"That would almost be a fair trade... I'm not going to budge on the guisarme, sword or mask, but I am willing to allow the cleric his armor in exchange for yours. I'll also let your sword go in place of its value against the gold amount I named. That's my counter offer," Derrik says.

Posted by: FreedomJu Fri Apr 21, 2006 3:25 am
OOC: Quick note before bed... I would rather have tons of gold than the armor. I'm going to need it to get a weapon that is even a quarter as powerful as the one I just lost. Besides, I just blew a ton of gold on protection, having those purchases negated after two battles irks me.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Apr 21, 2006 3:29 am
(Right. Let's trade the more powerful armor in exchange for the lesser.) "No deal." Brand says calmly. "However, here is the invisibility ring. I'm fairly certain that it will cover the 20,000 gold you asked for, seeing as how that's what I just paid you earlier."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Apr 21, 2006 3:32 am
"Quite correct. I'll certainly accept it back, but are you sure you wish to make this trade?" Derrik asks.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Apr 21, 2006 3:38 am
Brand grins at the merchant, an ugly grin devoid of humor. "Quite sure. I'll not be needing it."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Apr 21, 2006 3:44 am
"As you wish," Derrik says, taking the ring and returning the gold to the party.

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Apr 21, 2006 4:22 am
-Determined- Zook - Ghost Touch Holy +5 Rifle rounds (43). Acacia - Flaming Greatsword + 5 Kanmeshi - Electricity Resistant +4 Large Steel Shield. Aurik - Light fortification +4 Large Steel Shield
Acacia - +4 Large Steel shield (Aurik's Old Shield)
Ash - Ring of Protection +3
Lilah - Force Blade: +10 to hit, 8d6 damage.
Kyoji - Hanzou Equipment
Isyndel - Ring of Spell storing, minor
Castor - Cloak of Resistance +2
-Sell-
+4 rapier : +17,776gp
Dust of Tracelessness : +137gp
Large Steel Shield +1 : +1,177gp
Large Steel Shield +1 : +1,177gp
Mithral Chain Mail of Remedy+4 : +17,050gp
-Gold-
Zook - 2000gp
Castor - 6000gp
Jokulligr - 7,200gp
Laika, Merkass, Faralon, Kethra, Rhizor, Cedric, Gabriel, Ryhir, Damas, Brand, Van - 8000gp
Party Fund - 4,195gp
Explosives - 5000gp
-Undecided-
Mystery Armor from previous battle

Posted by: Rusty Fri Apr 21, 2006 4:37 am
*Faralon goes with Kyoji to one of the secret entrances. The staircase leads him to the top of the castle, which, as he suspected from his history, is shaped like a skull. The view is breathtaking, mountains, forests, the cities of Rudo and Prompt...A great battle seems to be taking place around Prompt. But even with the battle, and the breathtaking view, that's not what catches his eye. Before him, at the roof's center, is a figure clad in ragged dark blue and black Haponese clothing, a sword laid bare across his lap alongside a dark green orb.*
Kyoji stares at the figure for a long time before begining to approach it.
((BK: 9 + 12 = 21.))
Faralon: "Kyoji...T...that's Hanzou. But he doesn't...stay back."
Kyoji ignores Faralon and keeps walking.
*Faralon clenches his fist in anticipation.*
Kyoji walks towards Hanzou until he stands directly in front of him, just a few feet away. He kneels down and stares at the unmoving figure. "He is not risen. It's all right," Kyoji says, quietly.
Faralon: "Ah..."
Kyoji: "Come here. What do you make of these markings around him?"
*Faralon approaches to study them.*
((Know Arcana: Natural 20! w00t. +15 = 35))
Faralon: "...I see. So while he is not risen, he was intended to be. These markings would have brought him to life with a word from...my guess would be Shailtor. Had Cedric not defeated Shailtor so quickly..."
Kyoji looks at the dead ninja for a long time before speaking. "Faralon, please allow me a moment alone. Go report this to the others."
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Of course." *Faralon leaves the roof in silence, returning to the rest of the group.*
After a long time, Kyoji walks down the stairs carrying the body of Hanzou.
*Faralon looks at Kyoji and nods.*
Kyoji quitely speaks with Derrik about arranging to transport the body to Hapon.
"Anything else I'm to do?" Derrik asks.
((Also, Cedric spots that Kyoji does not have his usual sword - he has Hanzou's...And Kyoji also has the Orb in a belt pouch, it would seem.
EDIT!!))
"Faralon, you may add this to the pool of magic to be assigned," Kyoji says as he passes the bard a small emerald sphere. "This is the Orb of Venom I found on Hanzou. I trust you to give it to someone that can use it, but when all this is over, I wish for the wielder to return it to me for safekeeping."
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Okay. I understand. Thank you, Kyoji."
((Orb of Venom goes to Merkass. Mmm. He really made out this battle, didn't he? ^_^ - though...since he did get the Orb, should we maybe instead pool his gold into the party fund???))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Apr 21, 2006 5:23 am
Deep within the bowels of the castle, Cedric finds a vast dungeons filled with prisoners. After carefully examining them for evil taint, he releases them. ... Lilah watches the group swiftly scout out the castle, retrieving treasure and rescuing captives, curiously.
Faralon finds a bit of free time as the items are sorted. He approaches the Lillend, "Amusing spells you used back there."
Lilah nods with a smile, bowing slightly as if to an audience, "I do as I am able." As she straightens, she looks over the battlefield, "Thy plane doth intrigue me..." Her eyes turn back to Faralon, "The fright and ire I felt when first drawn here hath faded...perhaps my arrival here wast not so accidental but rather ordained by fortune?"
"Perhaps higher powers have more in store than destruction for Rune," Ashathel said, returning.
Faralon frowns in thought, "Perhaps...Given much thought about their motives?"
Lilah tilts her head towards Ashathel, "I wouldst hope that higher beings as such that thou speakest of wouldst intervene on their own behalf. My kind valueth their freedom and are tools to none...." She smiles, "...although we art friends to many."
"Aside from Rachel, Gates and Slade, we had no casualties in these two fierce battles; in kind, we not only dispatched all of our enemies but injured Shailtor greatly. Considering the odds against us, I do believe we were aided..." Ashathel responds.
Lilah arches an eyebrow, "Fortune doth favor the bold, perhaps thou didst accomplish such a feat of thy own accord?"
Faralon lowers his voice, "Don't forget...about Cedric's mother. It's unfortunate we couldn't save them."
"I have not, brother," Ashathel said solemnly. "I only spoke of those who could defend themselves..."
Faralon replies, "I think she has a point. We did what even the Shining Force could not..."
Then, turning to the lillend the bladesinger grinned and said "If my actions near the end were great, it was due to... inspiration, if you will..."
Faralon smirks, "I trust the scroll I used worked out nicely for you, then? Though I can't take all the credit for it. Acacia paid for it."
The Lillend smiles lightly at this, "...and what inspiration didth drive thee? Thy brother doth sing quite beautifully, is that of which thou spoke?"
"Heh... do not forget, brother... there have been many Shining Forces. This one has not suceeded, but members live and the others may even now be battling the foul regime of the Strife Lords. We may yet have allies in this fight..." Ashathel replies.
"Shining Force?" The Lillend questions.
Faralon smiles, "Right...There have been many Shining Forces. This is certainly a sign, if the remnants of the remaining Shining Force - or Forces, as with the case of Anri in Guardiana - are failing."
The Lillend frowns, "Of what dost thou speaketh? Though well learned in lore and song, never hath I heard of a Shining Force?"
"A group destined to provide defense for Rune when times have need of it. The first, I believe, sent Dark Dragon back to his prison; one of them was found here." Ashathel responds.
Faralon answers the Lillend knowingly, "There have been several Shining Forces thus far. Max's, which battle Dark Dragon, King Nick's, which battled Woldol, and...Dean's...who fought Iom, alongside Nick and the remnants of his own force."
Lilah tilts her head, "Why art they declared Shining?" She glances at Prince Nick, "His form doth not seem to shine...nor even glow..." She looks back to Faralon questioningly.
Faralon continues, "Well, I don't think this has anything to do with it, but each leader has thus far, to my knowledge, wielded a powerful blade that is particularly strong against evil. The blades themselves glow, actually."
"Heh... it is a term, I believe, which describes their purpose. When times are fell, the Shining Force is a light. A beacon, shining in the darkness." Ashathel answers aiding his brother.
Faralon nods, "Precisely. It has nothing to do with the blades themselves. It's really quite metaphorical."
Ashathel looks as though a thought crosses his mind, but he shakes his head.
"So I see..." Lilah nods, "I believe that I shalt join thee on thy quest, it intrigueth me."
Faralon replies nobly, "Technically, we finished our quest, but...I do firmly believe we have a higher calling here. Fate brought us here...That we should defeat the Strife Lord and his army...No, our quest has only begun..."
"Indeed... and I do believe I should welcome you," Ashathel said, bowing. "I am Ashathel Faesaen, a spellcaster and swordsman by trade. This is my brother, F..." he began, before stopping himself. Grinning the elf said "He is more than capable of introducing himself; as you have seen, his tongue can be just as deadly as my blade."
The clear and pure sound of Lilah's laughter sounds, "Why dear bard, thou doth sound quite noble." She smiles, "I wilt join thee but neither fate nor destiny hath made the choice for me." She tilts her head slightly, "Indeed... Thy brother is quite able, he hath shared his name with me."
Faralon smiles, "Yes, I already introduced myself back at that fortress where Lilah was released from the crystal tower..." Faralon blinks, "Oh yes - we're on Rune now..."
"Ah... I was unaware his speed was as great as his ability to entertain," Ashathel said, slipping Faralon a look, "I do hate to take him away from you, but there is a matter which I believe he and I must discuss for a moment. Do you mind?"
Faralon: "..." Faralon gives Ashathel a look, a bit confused. This isn't about that again, is it?
The Lillend stretches her wings, a knowing smile crossing her lips, "I knowth better than to involve myself with the affairs of close kin... Good fortune." She turns and slowly slides away from the two.
Lilah slides to the remains of one of the fallen Astral Deva, an expression of sorrow appearing on her face. She whispers something in an ancient tongue, one holy and sacred, she slowly lifts the instrument which hangs at her side. She begins playing softly, she own voice blending with the notes nearly seamlessly. http://www.kaihaku.net/BGM/Schala%20and%20the%20Queen.mp3 slowly grows greater, carrying with it a sorrow and nobility. The words are in the same holy tongue, weaving a hymn of ancient beings lost in the epic torments of fortune and fate.
[Perform: 7 + 33 = 40]
((Instruments aren't the same, pretend they are. Thanks.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Apr 21, 2006 5:30 am
Brand leaves the castle to scout for enemies/reinforcements. And to think.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Apr 21, 2006 6:01 am
"Thank you," the elf said, turning to his sibling. "I think you already know what this matter is about, Faralon..." Faralon: "Kethra?" "Yes," Ashathel murmured. "Look... I don't know what prompted you to do something so... ridiculous as slip her that potion. But... I would hope that such a drastic action came from drastic feelings. Is that so?"
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "I figured she wouldn't be interested...given she was a monk...but I really do like her! I know it was wrong. I shouldn't have done it...but why bring it up again?"
"I realize now, after seeing what Shailtor did to Cedric's sister, that I may have... overreacted somewhat at the revelation."
"But only a little," he added superiorly before continuing. "The fact of the matter is, though you've done silly things from time to time, you're obviously capable of handling yourself. I have only one question now... does she know of what happened?"
Faralon: "Of course I am!" *Faralon smirks...then the smirk fade as he asks the question.* Faralon: "I...don't think she does. I promised Amelios I would tell her when this is all over..."
"He had some wisdom, then, before his fall," Ashathel sighed. "Yes... she does need to know. And the sooner, the better... we may allpart ways soon, and she should have the option of leaving with the full knowledge of what happened during this journey. You too will feel better for it."
Faralon: "..." *Faralon looks up at the ceiling.* Faralon: "I don't know about that. But...I will wait just a bit longer, because this journey has been long and horrible... she might not be able to handle it yet."
Ashathel shook his head, giving Faralon a grave look. "I don't agree... but for now, it is not my decision but yours. Just... do right by her, brother. There have been enough lies and deceit spread by Shailtor; I only ask that you do not add to it."
*Faralon looks at his brother...then glances at Yeesha, then back to Ashathel once more.* Faralon: "...You tell Yeesha how you feel about her, and I'll tell Kethra what happened." *Faralon smirks.*
"And break her heart when I say I've no intention to settle with her? That would be far crueler than any wound my blade could inflict," Ashathel grinned back. "Just keep in mind what I've said... that's all I ask."
*Faralon frowns.* Faralon: "It would have been amusing to see you say such things to her right out of the blue. Pity."
"It's when you say things like that when I see why mother worries about you," Ashathel said. "I think I should check on others... we'll resume this conversation again."
*Faralon sighs.* Faralon: "Oh, before you go - you might care to know that...Prompt is engaging in some sort of battle. I could not tell who, but...I think we should be careful on our journey after we leave this wretched place."
"I'll be aware, brother," the elven bladesinger nodded, before walking away. He soon came to the side of the half-giant, who looked at the wall silently while sitting off to the side.
"That's a pretty interesting empty space you're looking at," Ashathel said, taking a seat next to him. "How are you?"
"My worst wounds have been healed by your brother," Gabe said gruffly, eyes still fixed on the space in front of him.
"You know that's not what I mea-" Ashathel began, before the barbarian cut him off. "I'm doing as well as can be expected from a man who has come to find he's not really a man but a construct of evil with lies for memories."
"Don't do that, Gabriel," the elf said. "None of this was your fault; there was no way of knowing. Shailtor is crafty, and has had more experience with deceit and subterfuge than any of us have with thwarting it."
"That doesn't help this revelation any," the half-giant replied grumpily, some vestiges of the lion's mane remaining after his shift in the form of coarse brown facial hair. "There are others who probably need your words more; give them there. I'll deal with me."
"Very well," Ashathel said, shaking his head as he stood. "But just remember... something else must have happened for you to be here now, not a pawn but a survivor of Shailtor's twisted schemes. Divine intervention, a higher purpose... I don't know what. But maybe, instead of looking at the negatives, you should learn to put that beast to use in whatever purpose you were spared for."
Walking away, the bladesinger added "Otherwise... you'll be just what Shailtor wanted... a wreck of a man."

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Fri Apr 21, 2006 6:51 am
"Are you busy?" Ashathel asks, approaching the dragonman. "I had a... question I wanted to ask you..." Jokulligr blinks when he's addressed, having been deep in thought over how the battle turned out, and turns to look at the elven bladesinger, a slight smile on his face. "Nay, I'm not busy, friend Ashathel. What is it that you need to know?"
"I was just curious... what... what was your first experience? With your deity, I mean..."
The monk's scaled brow furrows at this question. "My first experience? I'm afraid I'm not quite sure what it is you are asking of..."
"I mean... well... it's hard to explain, really," the elf said, withdrawing the force blade. Switching it on, he waved it slowly, saying "This weapon can likely cut through stone and steel with the same ease as flesh and flowers... and yet, I felt like it wasn't enough. Even when Faralon cast Holy Sword on it, there was still doubt."
"But then... I don't know. I felt... something. A calm, almost, and something like a... a light."
"Does any of this make sense to you at all, or am I just delirious from all the fighting? I mean, I've never really believed in a higher power, but..."
Jokulligr nods in understanding. "Ahh...so you are wondering if what you felt was the touch of a divine entity, and wish to know if I experienced something similar in becoming a follower of the Light, I take it?"
"Yeah," the elf said.
"Hmm.." The dragonman takes a moment to organize his thoughts on the subject before responding. "Well...my master, back at the monastery, once told me that the Light touches all of It's children in some way during their lives. It can be something as simple as a feeling of comfort or confidence when you are in dire need of reassurace, as it seems you felt during the battle when your doubts and fears were at their peak, or something grand, a life-changing experience of some sort or another, such as when I first found the monastery and discovered not only a new family, but also a higher calling, to spread the teachings of the Light to as many as I could during my time on this plane."
"I see..." Ashathel said, nodding. "I can't say I'm converted... but... I think we'll be talking again sometime soon, friend."
Jokulligr nods with a warm smile. "I would like that, my friend. I shall pray that you find the answers you seek in this life."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Apr 21, 2006 7:26 am
"Kyoji..." Ashathel said, noting the normally solemn ninja's new equipment. "Spoils of war?" "Family heirloom," Kyoji says, quietly. "Family heirloom, here?" the elf said. "From what family?" "My uncle," Kyoji says, quietly. "I'm sorry to hear..." the bladesinger said. "I don't suppose he made it, if you have his items..."
"No, we found him dead on top of the roof. Shailtor was going to raise him to fight us, but Cedric forced his flight before he could trigger the effect."
"He must have been strong, if Shailtor would have him set aside to battle us," Ashathel said. "What was he like?"
"He was a master of ninjitsu, never failing to adhere to the code or his duty. His strength and prowess were reknowned all over the world," Kyoji says with pride. "He was odd at times though... Always patient with the students, but never with his equals. He had a tendency to strike off on his own."
"Then I'm sure I've heard of him," Ashathel said, smiling. "What was his name?"
"Hanzou."
"... your uncle was Hanzou, the ninja who aided Max against Darksol?" the bladesinger said, besides himself with surprise. "I... I... I never knew..."
"No one asked."
"Then may I ask if any of your other family members are as well known to the world?"
"Not directly, though I might be related distantly to one or two," Kyoji says.
"Well... maybe I didn't see it right away, but I think I always knew you were related," Ashathel said, placing a hand on Kyoji's shoulder. "You're just as brave as he was."
"Thank you..." Kyoji says. "The seer was right, though... His soul is at rest. Shailtor never got a chance to raise him."
"And he won't get away with what he's done, either," the elf added. "His death will not have been in vain... this I promise."
"I know. Thank you," Kyoji says, quietly. "I only hope I can live up to the legacy his blade has now bestowed upon me. That's two deaths I owe Shailtor now, at any rate," Kyoji adds, looking at his uncle's sword.
"Yeah... we've all got a score to settle..."
Meanwhile...
Laika seems a little dazed, which is quite understandable given the fact that he had been beaten sensless by Merkass' arrows. He figures that walking it off is the best option, but he wasn't paying too much attntion to where he was going and bumps into Gabe. "Oh... uh, sorry about that... and also... sorry about attacking all of you earlier, I couldn't quite stop myself there..."
"Whatever..." Gabe said, before stopping and looking at Laika. "You... you're a follower of Volcanon, right?"
"Ummm... well, yeah... I supoose I am. But I'm still learning how to properly follow his example." Laika replied nervously
"Have... have you ever had dreams about him?" the half-giant asked.
Laika was somewhat startled by the remark. "Ummm... no, I can't say that I have. Although I'm not the best one to ask that to, especially since I've only started following him when we defeated that cultist stronghold a while back. I think either Aurik or Kanmeshi are your best choices for that."
"I see..." the bararian said, before silence. Then, after a few moments, he asked "Laika... what made you choose to follow Volcanon?"
"Well... to be honest with you... I've felt... out of place my whole life, and I felt like I just needed a place to belong. Then after talking to Aurik about it, I had decided that it would be the right path for me... In hindsight, I probably should have looked into other things, but I'm happy with who I am as a person now, so I don't really worry about it too much." The wolfman kind of shrugged realising he had strayed from what Gabe had actually asked him. "But, uh... yeah. Ummm... Why do you ask?"
"After Shailtor used that device to immobilize me... I saw him. It was as if he'd come to comfort me, give me the strength to rise again."
"Hmmm... Well, like I've said. I've never experienced something like that before, but it doesn't mean it isn't possible to happen." Laika paused briefly to gather his thoughts to try and say the rest as tactfully as he could. "Although, after all those things that Shailtor had said, especially if they are infact true... It might be possible that you had just been suffering from a lot of stress. Or perhaps the bloody fiend put those into your head for a reason, again, assuming he was actually telling the truth. But then again... It's entirely possible that Volcanon had infact beeen there for whatever reason he had. And if he was, it can only be a good thing... Uhh, not sure if that's what you wanted to hear though..." Laika gave a little shrug and smirk to indicate he was unsure.
"I guess it's the best I can hope for," Gabe said, turining back to look at empty air. "Thanks..."
"Ummm... You're welcome, I wish I could've helped more..."
"I think you've helped enough," Gabe said, slipping deeper into thought.

Posted by: Rusty Fri Apr 21, 2006 8:14 am
*Faralon approaches Yeesha.* Faralon: "Lady Yeesha, if it's not a problem, could you do me a favor?" Yeesha: "What is it?" Faralon: "Well...I recall, some time ago, your magic not affecting us or even the ground, although I know it should have. In this last battle, I got in a fairly tight spot - was I not fortunate enough to hit all those Shadow Demons with my Bolt.....Well, it was my last Bolt, and I don't want to think about what might have happened had it not stopped them, given we were surrounded. Could I, by any chance, learn that technique of yours?"
"Hmm? You mean Friendly Fire?" Yeesha asks.
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "That's right."
"I suppose... I was actually planning on continuing with you to keep an eye on things now that Nick's OK," Yeesha says with a smile. "It might take a while, though.
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "I understand. I imagine it's not exactly easy to do."
"Not at all, it's very taxing on the health when you use it," Yeesha says with a nod.
Faralon: "Ah...Ironically, I guess I'll have to be extra careful, then." *Faralon says with a light chuckle.*

Posted by: FreedomJu Fri Apr 21, 2006 7:04 pm
Acacia continued to wind her way along the walls of the castle, searching for hidden rooms. Turning her new sword around in her free hand, she felt her heart sink slightly. It wasn't as nicely balanced as the sword she had used previously. It was nothing she couldn't acclimate to, but it was a bother nonetheless. Still, she did not regret the decision in the least. She had a growing fondness for those she had fought alongside with. Following the wall, she happened upon the still form of Van, sitting quietly by himself.
Van's mind was troubled by what had happened during the battle. Rachel's death, the fact that the destruction of his village might not have been an illusion, and his possession by the shadow demon had him worried about what was going to happen next. So he sat, brooding.
Acacia lowered her head, giving second thoughts to approaching him. She really had nothing to say, no comfort to give. Sure, there was a possibility that Shailtor had just used an illusion to trick Van. If there was anything she didn't want to do, it was to give false hope. It was possible he hadn't heard her before, too lost within himself. She reached out gently and put her hand atop his.
Van snapped back to reality with a sudden start. It takes him a few moments before his eyes find the female warrior. "A... Acacia..." He whispers in surprise.
Acacia met Van's eyes, even though it was hard for her. She did not take her hand away, knowing that when she was at her worst, all she ever craved was another human touch. To feel connected.
Embarressed and confused, Van jerked his gaze away even as his cheeks flushed red. After Aaralyn and Rachel, being this close to a woman was decidely uncomfortable to him.
A little stunned and surprised, Acacia withdrew her hand slowly.
"...Sorry." Slowly Van gets to his feet, and with one last look of sadness at Acacia, he quietly and slowly starts to walk away.
Acacia bites her lip for a second, knowing she's going to regret what she's about to say. "Van, I don't have anywhere to go. Our duty was to retrieve Prince Nick, and that is over. I know what you were doing for your village and... I'd like to help you."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Apr 21, 2006 8:58 pm
((This scene takes place RIGHT after Damas is unpossessed. I didn't think TUM would have any qualms about Li's spirit/ghost, or whatever making a very brief appearance. I would have asked but I haven't seen you and I wanted to get the scene done))
As the crystal touches his forehead, Damas' ruby red eyes snap open. He sits up and takes in a deep breath of air as the foul demon is driven out of his body. It takes him a moment or two to realize where he is, and it is not long after that he remembers what happened and what he tried to do to Isyndel. He catches sight of Faralon out of the corner of his eye and turns to the bard. There is fear in Damas' eyes.
"F...Faralon?"
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Damas...it's okay."
Damas does not answer the bard, instead looking away. He could not bear to look into the eyes of any of his party members after what had happened. The guilt is almost too much for him. Not only was he possessed again, but he went after the woman that meant so much to him. Damas looks to his side and sees the motionless form of Li on the floor. Gently, he scoops her up into his hands. Though he seems hopeful for a moment, he knows she is dead.
"Li..."
*Faralon frowns.* Faralon: "I'm...sorry."
"I couldn't resist the demon, I went after Isyndel, and..."
Damas is clearly on the verge of tears, because his voice is wavering.
"I couldn't save Li... Am I so useless?"
*Faralon shakes his head.* Faralon: "You're not useless. Others couldn't resist the demon, either. I don't know if I would have been able to had one hit me..."
*Faralon closes his eyes.* Faralon: "It's not your fault. It is only Shailtor's..."
Faralon: "He was the one that set this trap for us. He even said he 'calculated' it. He intended to win, and he would use every dirty trick in the book to do it. But he failed. We prevailed, despite the hardships we endured."
"Li...she...she wasn't just some servant or a pet to me... She was...my friend...my family... She trusted me to protect her and I couldn't..."
Damas sniffles, tears now falling down his face.
"I...it hurts..."
Faralon: "...I know Cedric knows how you feel, but I do not. However...I can say that we will have vengeance, and I hope that vengeance, when we achieve it, will help the pain you're feeling right now."
Faralon: "Even though our initial quest ends here, I believe we have a much deeper calling. I think fate brought us here."
Damas stares at Li's corpse for a while, as if he is pondering something. Finally, he looks up at Faralon.
"You're right... Perhaps it is fate..."
He manages a meager smile.
"Li wouldn't want me to wallow in self pity... She'd want me to kick Shailtor's ass. She probably would have if she wasn't a rat."
Damas chuckles half-heartedly.
*Faralon smiles.* Faralon: "And we will. Heh, actually, Cedric already has...but we'll go back and finish the job, won't we?"
*Elven* "Yeah, we will..."
Damas stands up with Li in his hands and sighs.
"I'll miss her, though... She always cheered me up..."
*Faralon frowned.* Faralon: "...Yeah... Would you want a minute or two alone?"
Damas is about to reply when he hears a voice.
"Damas, my master..."
Damas knows the voice the moment he hears it.
"Li?"
Faralon sees a small ball of light floating near Damas' shoulder. The light materializes into the form of Li for a brief moment.
*Faralon blinks, almost not believing what he saw.*
"Faralon, what are you staring at?"
Damas tilts his head.
Faralon: "..." *Faralon doesn't say a word, but merely points at the little ball of light that is Li. He never saw her before himself - not until Shailtor had her...*
Damas looks down at his shoulder, his eyes wide.
"Li...is that you? Why are you here?"
Li is silent for a few moments.
"Don't torment yourself over my death... You were a good master and I enjoyed my time with you... Just...promise me you won't wallow in self pity."
Damas takes a moment to reply.
"I promise."
"Thank you Damas... Goodbye..."
Li fades away in a flash of light.
*Faralon blinks.* Faralon: "...Were you speaking to her?"
Damas looks up.
"Yes."
Faralon: "....Good." *Faralon smiles - not daring to ask what she said.* Faralon: "I'm glad you could speak to each other."
"Li was more human than I ever realized."
Damas looks down at her body for a moment.
"Do you happen to have a piece of cloth?"
*Faralon shakes his head.* Faralon: "Only my cape on hand... If you want a bit of it, feel free to use it."
"I'll use my own robe. Would it be...too much to ask to borrow your sword?"
Faralon: "Ah, my rapier? Well, it pierces better than it cuts...But sure." *Faralon hands Damas his rapier.* Faralon: "It's funny...I don't even remember ever using this..."
Damas takes the rapier and nods to show his gratitude.
"Thanks."
He puts Li down for a moment and cuts a part of his robe off. Damas hands the sword back to Faralon and picks Li up, wrapping her in the cloth.
((This was changed a little bit so it would make more sense. I wanted to get to the point @_@
Oh, btw, Damas is around if anyone wants to speak with him. Kethra is as well))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Apr 22, 2006 1:47 am
From Ars Machina: Time, Travel, and the Tinker's Craft: Chapter the Eleventh: Reflections on the Cypress Campaign, and my Fellow Travellers And so it ended, the quest to recover the lost Prince of Cypress. He had been captured, as stated earlier, by course of the devious and complex machinations of beings identified as the Strife Lords, whose number is three, and of whom our primary contact and conflict was with the being called Shailtor. Shailtor's preferred method of operation relies upon the manipulation, coercion, and psychological torment of others; it would appear he sees mortals, living and dead, as flies in his proverbial spider's parlor. It is for this reason that he wears the moniker "Lord of the Twisted Web"; he had attempted to tempt many -- if not all -- of my comrades, compatriots, and commanders, disheartening many and provoking the fall of one in particular. His efforts extended beyond our number; the tale of the Guardian Eye Unit, Ancient soldiers of legendary skill abandoned in the sinking Castle of the Ancients and made to rise again as servants of the Strife Lords, is the greatest tragedy of this age or any other in our reckoning. Its telling is reserved for a later chapter, however, as it still unfolding.
I cannot as yet say what my fate will be now that our task is ostensibly done. I can only speculate on what offerings of my mind and my heart. Reason dictates that while our charge has been carried out to success, the broader crisis continues to weigh upon the world, and that no rational person of any character can do ought but commit themselves tirelessly and fully to the task of its just resolution. My heart gives a similar command; it refuses me even the thought of peace while the utter destruction of countless innocents weighs upon it, with the promise of countless more to be lost. It urges me onward with a fervor pure reason cannot truly comprehend, much less match.
When mind and heart are in concert, there remains to be done only the binding of word to deed, and the only true nemesis is fear.
And I am afraid.
Unsurety plagues me. Even now, when my resolve is bolstered to greater heights than I have ever experienced, and the next step more clearly defined than if it had been chosen for me, I fear taking that step, fear the path it will inevitably follow, and fear that road's end may be my headstone.
Such thoughts are burdens, of course, and must be -- will be expelled in due time. I take no small solace in the fact that whatever trials I may have to face in the coming quest, I shall not face them alone.
Cedric Theodoric, of the Hammer is the group's field commander and moral leader. While his martial prowess is considerable -- it was his hammer that dealt the decisive blow against Shailtor -- it is his moral guidance, his inspirational resolve and unshakable conviction, that make him a natural and effective leader. I have absolutely no doubt that he will continue to battle the Strife Lords, and Shailtor in particular, who made a personal vendetta against Cedric's family. I have no doubt he will be hearalded for ages to come as a warrior of legend, a holy defender whose praises are sung by the mysterious storytellers of Mitula.
The brothers Faesan are a study in contrasts. There is Ashathel, the elder, a warrior and a leader born who mirrors many of Cedric's qualities but also carries an elf's inborn knack for theatrics and the arcane. His blending of the martial, the mystic, and the musical insures that he, too, will have a place in legend lore for generations.
Then there is Faralon, the younger. Earlier in this work I mentioned that my first encounter with the sly and skillful elven bard was not entirely pleasant. As I travel and fight alongside him, I see him undergo a change more dramatic than any of the others, from a petulant and self-centered trickster into a kind of minstrel-crusader, a steadfast champion of righteousness that remains unabashedly independent. I believe the impetus for this evolution exists outside the regular course of our quest: more precisely, an event or series of events beyond what we have all experienced have sparked this change. As to the nature of this event, I can only speculate.
Merkass is a catfolk archer of immesurable skill. I have learned much of marksmanship from watching him rain arrows upon our enemies. He seems to be guided by some unseen forces; perhaps a divine hand has guided his course. Merkass has decided to carry the ID card of The Silence, one of the Guardian Eye we defeated. Methinks he wears it to remind himself of the trials he has passed through, as well as the insidious means and ends of the Strife Lords. This, too, is mere speculation. His motives are his own.
Rhizor Eyeclone, a batling servant of nature, is reclusive, constantly immersed in meditation. When I have had occasion to speak with him or to hear his words, he has displayed a wisdom beyond my comprehension, and in battle he displays a command of the terrible might of nature against those who would destroy it.
There is Aurik, Servant of Volcanon, whose fiery passion and devotion to his god are matched only by his kindness and powers of healing. His preaching has converted the wolfman Laika, a fearsome and savage warrior, and bade him focus his feral might to Volcanon's divine will.
There are the three who have joined most recently. Acacia, a quiet woman and fierce fighter, her friend and protector, the dragonman Jokulligr, and Kanmeshi, a birdman cleric who serves the same god as Aurik. Since they joined us they have done nothing but consistently and valiantly risk everything for the cause to which we are committed. They are heroes in the truest sense of the word.
Castor, minotaur warrior, was the first of our number with whom I had spoken. He posessed an intelligence far greater than suggested by his brutish countenance, and wields Atlas, the Axe of Legend, with unmatched prowess on the battlefield. He is the first person outside of the mountains that I called friend, and he will remain in my memory long after our ways have parted.
My other elven friends seem to have grown close to each other, in a relationship born of but separate from that of the group as a whole. Kethra, the monk, Damas, the sorcerer, and Isyndel, the wizardess, share with each other deep and impenetrable bonds, bonds that will likely remain in place for the duration of their long lives.
Kyoji, the Haponese ninja at the right hand of the lady Yeesha, bears the wisdom and honor of his people silently, with the same grace, stealth, and finesse that marks his profession and methods of combat. He is at once an admirable, just man, and the shadow of death made flesh. It is disconcerting to know such as he exist, and comforting to know that he, at least, is allied with good.
Brand the merchant-warrior has been the cause of much dismay on my part. His foolhardy and flawed strategies have in the past caused considerable harm. However, he is a well-intentioned, honorable birdman, a seasoned warrior, and I cannot speak harshly of his flaws.
Van is... an enigma. He has endured pain and hardship the likes of which most only imagine in the darkest corners of their nightmares. He saw his lady love slain before his very eyes. His body was wrent from his control by demons beyond malice. Yet, he remains nonplussed. It amazes me to see someone so obviously emotionally disrupted make no outward sign of it. Indeed, it is almost as if he felt nothing at all.
Gabriel, apparently a construct of the Strife Lords, has nonetheless proven himself time and time again an invaluable ally to our service, and continues to rail against those who created him. It is a unique bond, that of creator and created, one I have had great occasion to contemplate. I can only imagine the vile hate born of its perversion.
Rhyir is an interesting character. At times he is brash and confrontational to the point of foolhardiness (he was dead, temporarily, the result of an impromptu and poorly thought out attack against Shailtor). Sometimes, however, he exhibits the weary wisdom of a road-travelled scholar. A remarkable fellow, and a loyal ally.
Finally, there is the sad case of Amelios Adelhyde. Once a cleric of Mitula whose focus was the purge and expulsion of undead, Amelios succumbed to the temptations of Shailtor, blinded by his own lust for power. Each of us feels some measure of responsibility, I think, in his fall, and dread the day when we may have to strike him down.
These are my allies, comrades-in-arms, my fellow travellers, and my friends. I would give my life for any of them. Indeed, as this great chapter of the saga closes and we begin the next together, I may yet have occasion to do so.
Smiling, Zook put down the pen, and closed the book. After he put it carefully back in his satchel, he set out to lay the explosives to bring Demon Castle crumbling to its foundations.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Apr 22, 2006 3:34 am
((This is not the post you're looking for))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Apr 22, 2006 6:53 am
Brand finds nothing in his flight around the fort... not even answers. Well, actually that last part is up to the player.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Apr 22, 2006 7:44 am
After a while of talking between themselves, Prince Nick, Mayfair, and Yeesha address the group. "I would like to officially welcome you to a royal banquet, or celebration. You deserve no less for saving myself and Lady Mayfair," Nick starts. "I would like to, but cannot. Though your actions have broken the back of the Cult in Cypress and shattered their leadership, a significant portion of their lesser forces are on the rampage, and I hear the capital itself is under siege."
"Therefore, I will be returning via the portal to Cypress with Mayfair. You are free to do as you will. When all this is over, I will gladly have you sit at my table and rejoice in the victory," Nick states.Though he speaks his words with confidence and cheer becoming a prince, it is clear that he is still young. The more perceptive of you notice at times his eye stray to Mayfair or Yeesha for cues.
Cedric nods, a fell expression on his face, "Thank you, your highness." "I have been informed that a nearby city is under attack as well. I will lead those who will yet follow me to aid this city, then I plan on returning to aid Cypress as able."
"Prince Nick, your Highness," Ashathel said, "our job was to rescue you, and bring you out of danger. According to that, our contract should be fulfilled."
Cedric nods, "This is true... Those who are willing may follow me."
Zook draws himself up to his full 3'7". "Our contract may be fulfilled, but our mission is not."
He looks around, then continues. "Indeed... and because the Strife Lords live, Prince Nick is not out of danger. So, technically... I am still bound by contract to give my aid."
Zook bows, first to the nobles of Cypress, then to Cedric and Ashathel. "I am bound only by my knowledge. My knowledge of what evil the Strife Lords represent, my knowledge that they are not invulnverable.
"Prompt is too far for you to reach. It's the height of the tower that makes it seem close," Lisa says, quietly, still searching around in the tower. "I've come from there. The city is under siege, but holding out. The road is dangerous, and the town called Rudo is closer from what I've heard. You may wish to rest there before continuing."
"About payment..." Mayfair says, shooting a look at Yeesha, who winces. "I don't know what precisely was promised you, but the current war costs preclude any grandiose, lavish awards. However, you will be paid handsomely... But we do ask that you wait until this crisis has passed."
Faralon: "I'm not sure if any of you are aware of this, but we have legendary Orbs...Orbs designed to drive off demons! There are others in existence, and if we can bring them all together..."
"In the meantime, I can promise you all the title of Knight at the least, and land appropriate to go with it," Nick says. "The title takes effect now, by my royal decree, but.. er... The formal ceremony will have to wait."
Cedric frowns at this, "I do not seek reward but if we are to continue to win this battle, we must have the resources to do so. If there is anything you might provide to aid us, please do so."
Nick nods. "I can give you all the money I had on me when I was captured. Also, all my things of value. It's not much... But they took most of what I had, including the war chest."
((Nick produces 15,000 gold in items and coins.))
Cedric shakes his head, "Will you not need these? A battle faces you as well?"
Nick turns to Cedric. "Once I return to Cypress, I can access the royal coffers. I will be fine, though your concern does you credit."
The newly knighted gnome bows slightly. "My line of work is perhaps more constrained by available resources than others. Your Highness, do you know of any tinkers or great technological ruins that may be of use to our cause... perhaps even the location of fabled Mechanis?"
Mayfair answers Zook's question. "We know of no such ruins on Cypress... We've never had the amount of Ancient relics on our shores that the other nations did."
Faralon: "Zook, I think you could find those answers in Prompt."
Zook nods. "The keepers of the Shining Path to Metapha will know much, methinks."
Faralon: "I am hopeful they might also know the locations of the other orbs...We would stand a much greater chance with all or most of the orbs..."
"Let us hope they have not fallen into the hands of our enemies." Zook says.
Faralon: "As for our mission...I personally will feel insulted if anyone feels their mission is complete here...Everything is at stake. The risks are great...But we clearly have the power to make a difference. We have more to do!"
Cedric looks to the Archwizardess, "Lady Yeesha, on your return please seek aid to remove the vile curse upon you."
"Actually, I've decided to go with you on this mission if you wish it. I may not be able to do much in a fight now, but I'll be able to help you with my knowledge!" Yeesha says. The others can handle the remnants of the Cult on Cypress."
Yeesha smiles. "Besides, maybe I'll find a cure. Who knows?"
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Yes, I also asked to learn Lady Yeesha's 'Friendly Fire' technique. She should come with us."
"Milady, are you certain that would be wise? I do not wish to retread painful ground, but you do recall what happened to Dean, and Stock, and Shriek, and Gates, and Slade... what nearly happened to the Prince himself?"
"That's exactly why I have to go. A lot of my friends died fighting the Cult. I wouldn't be able to rest not doing anything."
Zook frowns. "Very well then, I will protest no further."
Faralon: "I'm certain everyone knows the dangers are very real. But if we do not take a stand, who will? Even if we did have some casualties...We still came out victorious in the end. We clearly have a fighting chance."
"Well, then, it would appear to be all but decided," Zook says, cracking his knuckles. "To Rudo, then?"
Cedric raises a hand for calm, looking at the Prince with a frown, "Will you be safe on your return or shall some of our number escort you?"
"Dawn is waiting at the portal's edge and it's not that far to civilization from there," Nick says with a grin. "Unless you have anything to add, shall we be off?" Nick asks.
*Faralon looks to Cedric, looking to see if he has anything to say.*
"Be safe, Prince..." Ashathel said, bowing. "We will join you shortly, and then we will best the Strife Lords once and for all."
Lilah shakes her head with a smile, "My new compatriots hath suffered much to free thee... I wouldst be cautious not to be capture once more."
"Yeesha brought some news that makes me feel safe," Nick says with that same grin.
"Oh... may we ask what, your highness?" the elf inquires.
"Luke and Randolf have recovered from their injuries and have arrived to aid Dawn in escorting the Prince," Yeesha states. "It happened shortly after you entered the portal."
"That is good news indeed," the bladesinger replies, nodding. "But yes... we have much to do, and we need to hurry. I am ready to depart when you are, Cedric."
The Paladin stares at the Prince silently for a long moment, then steps forward and bows at his feet, "Your majesty... If you have further need of us, we are at your service. Please lead our land back to the light." Cedric is silent for a moment, staring at the feet of Nick, "Please protect our people. Keep them safe from the wrath of our enemies."
The prince's face turns grave, as he says "You have my word." Nick and Mayfair turn and walk through the portal.
Zook shoulders his satchel. "I have retrieved ADAM from the portal, and have laid the charges. I await your command, Sir Cedric."
Cedric nods and getting to his feet, turns away from the Prince, "Enough of this foul place! Sir Zook, let us wipe its bane from existence! Come, a step closer to wiping evil from this realm!"
Lisa says nothing, but leaves the castle and watches its destruction with the rest of the group. Zook activates the charges once he is certain everyone has left the blast radius. The Demon Castle is one moment standing omniously, the next flying upwards in pieces in a pillar of force and flame.
Zook hums an old ballad under his breath, undoubtedly off key. And the walls came a-tumbling down...
Cedric turns away, "Come...it is time for well deserved rest." He sighs, "Tomorrow we march for Prompt but for tonight...we camp here."
*Faralon looks at Lisa.* Faralon: "And you? Where do you intend to go?"
"I intend to resume my search for the ones that deserve to die so readily. Why?" Lisa asks.
"We will aid those who defend against the Cult, but in the end we will not stop until we see the broken bodies of the Shailtor and the others lying at our feet; the innocents they have harmed deserve that much. Come with us."
Lisa stops for a moment, brow furrowed in thought. Her hand strays to the blade at her side and she closes her eyes for a moment. Cedric feels a pulse of holy energy from the weapon and it seems to shine faintly for a moment
"Do you truly know what you're dealing with in these Strife Lords?" Lisa asks, her eyes still closed. "What do you know about them?"
Zook cocks his head slightly. "We know that they raise the dead against their will to serve their fell purpose. We know of the Guardian Eye, and of their fate."
"But what of themselves? Haven't you found anything?" Lisa asks.
Faralon: "We know we have to stop them...We know even the gods and vandals do not like what they do - and yet they are capable of doing terrible things despite in the presence of such beings. We know they are powerful. But they are not unstoppable."
"That's the hope I live on. But what else?"
"We've seen their temples, and the remnants of their rituals. We've seen the waste they lay to innocents," Zook adds.
Cedric looks at Lisa, "The hour is late... Let us discuss the matter on the morrow. You do not know where to find the fiend, we may come across knowledge that will aid you." The weary eyes of the Paladin meet her's, "There is nothing to lose by traveling with us and perhaps much to gain...for if you seek Shailtor, he has sworn personal vengeance against all of us."
Cedric frowns, "We know little of the other Strife Lords but much of Shailtor, for he has..." The Paladin spits out this word, "...graced us with his special favor."
"You say you know much... Perhaps... Hmmm. Give me a few moments to think about it, then."
Lisa unsheathes her blade and sits in the lotus position, the blade drawn across her lap as Cedric waits patiently. A few minutes pass before Lisa's eyes open and she stands.
"We may yet have a way to track them," Gabriel mutters, gesturing at his body. "They've been... using me as a spy... perhaps you can find a way to do the same, Zook?"
Zook frowns, staring at Gabriel. "I know not how much of their machinations are mechanical. I will do what I can."
"I have a faint trace, but it doesn't go... Wait, spy?" Lisa asks.
Cedric glances at Gabe, "Show her the wound."
The half-giant does as he is told, holding up the spot where wires are still visible. "It is a long story, but suffice it to say the fiend has placed something in me. If it can be reversed to ensure his end... I would die."
"Hmmm... This changes things," Lisa says. "Very well... I will accompany you for a short while. At least until I've heard what you had to say."

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Apr 22, 2006 4:39 pm
OOC: Van buys a Sweeping Guisarme +1 made out of Flametouched Iron as well as Gauntlets of Ogre Strength for 11978 gold, leaving him with 2879 gold. More to come when either Kai or TUM get on....

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Apr 22, 2006 4:47 pm
((This occurs after Aurik wakes up)) *Aurik awoke with a gasp. His eyes opened wide, yet he could see nothing. Figures were blurred around him, and everything was basked in an intense, white glow. Was he to be taken into the realm of the Firebird, and ushered into the realm of his god under Volcanon's wing? No, it could not be. He felt... cold. A chill feeling coursed through his body. Could the Strife Lords have stolen his very soul away from his god? Was he being dragged to some hellish afterlife of torment and pain? Aurik began to writhe in his spot, eyes clenched closed. He became aware that he was no longer in his armor, clothed instead only in his clerical tunic. His hands opened and closed, dragging across the floor.
Aurik felt the firm ground underneath him, dragging his fingers on it as his hands clenched. It felt hard. Reaching out, he felt grooves as well, and the bumpy, clammy surface of rock. What he felt must be worked stone... stone blocks. He realized that he was still in the chamber, and had not died. The overpowering whiteness began to fade quickly after he had awakened, and what faced him was the ceiling above.*
: Wh... where?. How... what happened?
*Aurik rememebered bringing rejeuvenative energies upon himself and his allies, and then blackness. No... he remembered a cold, sensation. It had been as though a lance of ice had pierced through his skin and into his heart. Then darkness. No... more memories came after the blackness. Each time it seemed like he would black out, more came. He recalled his allies had turned from the light, away from the teachings of Volcanon and of good. Aurik's hand scambled for his mace. He was in danger! Suddenly, faces appeared in his memories. His friends were fighting undead... not with them. He saw a swirling wall of water appear before him. He saw Kethra and Ryhir gasp one final time for air before being submerged underneath the torrents. He saw Brand's proud face, at first shrugging off the effects of his divine power, but then frozen in place, unmoving, as he finally succumbed. He felt the sting of Kyoji's leather-sheathed blades once more, and then he reached out, robbing Kyoji of his sight.
Aurik's stomach churned. He sat up quickly, then leaned forward to pull himself up to his feet. The world was spinning around him. It could not be true. Instead of standing, Aurik fell over onto his hands and knees, nearly hyperventilating. He had failed his god. All the teachings were meaningless if he could not be strong enough. He had betrayed his friends, his god, the memory of his family, and himself. The demons had entered his body, as he had believed they had Desmond long before. Would he become as his father? Aurik began to weep audibly.*
: What have I done!? Ruined, all ruined! It should not have been this way! Where are you, Volcanon, in this horrible time? Reach out to your servant and grant him the power to right this great wrong... to heal the wounds of the wounded. So that the friends of your follower might forgive your servant, grant me the strength to face these terrors. Grant me the chance to redeem myself so that I may enter your grace once more. Into thy wings I throw myself, in hopes that you might catch and forgive me, my Lord.
*Aurik's head falls toward the ground, for a moment. He is silent, contemplative, praying to Volcanon. He begins to shake, trembling.*
: It should NOT be this way!...
*Through his tears, Aurik spits out the last few words, his voice cracking under the emotional stress. Aurik reaches out with a now bare hand, and pounds it off the ground before collapsing to the ground once more, sobbing.*

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Apr 22, 2006 5:31 pm
Before leaving the castle... Van's fists clench tightly at Acacia's offer and thought she can not see it, pain flickers across his face. It is several long moments before he responds. "Do as you wish." Not able to say anymore at the current time, he walks off in search for Derrik as he has buisness with the merchant.
Moments before the group goes to leave the castle, Van approaches Cedric and Yeesha, his face troubled by what he was fixing to say. "Lady Yeesha and Cedric, I'm sorry, but I must part ways with you for now. You are no doubt aware of the images Shailtor showed me of my village, so it should be of no surprise that I must check for myself how the village has faired...." Trailing off for a few moments at the mention of his village, it takes a bit for the warrior to resume where he left off. "I already have spoken with Derrik about reuniting with the rest of you later on, and Acacia has offered to come with me, though I don't know if she really will or not." Pausing to catch his breath, Van then ends his statement in a softer voice. "Please don't try to convince me to stay, I need some time away from the group after what happened here." Finally done, he awaits their response.
((Van also pays 500 gold to Derrik for the means to reunite with the group later on....
If Acacia is coming along, she can either pay 500 for her to come back to the group later, or Van can cover that if needed))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Apr 22, 2006 10:46 pm
Van and Acacia part ways with the group after many a farewell. The trip to Rudo is short in distance, but tough in effort, the group having to scale mountains and traverse cliffs and hills. You've been travelling for hours. Night is now upon you, though from Brand's point of view, you appear to be not that far from the town. Cedric makes the decision to press on, with Kyoji and Merkass in the lead to scout.
The group encounters nothing but terrain obstacles as they press on. By the time the town is in sight, those of lesser constitution have fainted from exhaustion, forcing the strong to carry them. It is in this utterly exhausted and undignified manner that you enter Rudo.
Needless to say, Yeesha pays for rooms in an inn straightaway.
Fatigue and weariness send you into a deep slumber within moments.
But soon the dreams you were either enjoying or dreading fade away... Replaced by the image of a man in blue robes, a hood covering his face.
: "Heroes have I sought and such I have found rising against those who dared to break the sacred seal and tap the chained power. Heroes have I journeyed to find that seek the undoing of the foul and the salvation of the fair... Such have I found in you."
He points beyond you, and the image of the sea from Rudo fills your mind. The water rushes by you with blinding speed before stopping and displaying a large port city with a fortress protecting it.
: "The city of Uranbatol on the shores of Rune... You must journey there, the young hope of light, beloved of the Creator is hiding there in fear of her pursuers. She will hold the answer to what you must do and where you must go..."
The vision fades and your dreams return, but you remember the dream even as you wake...

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Apr 22, 2006 11:46 pm
Zook sits bolt upright in bed, sweat running down his face. "I need to drink less," he says, panting, before he recalls that he had nothing to drink. "I need to drink... more?" He smiles a little. For a moment, Zook contemplates telling others of his stange intruding dream. Eventually he comes to the conclusion that it will be a topic of interest in the morning, if it were of any interest at all, and settles back down to sleep.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Apr 22, 2006 11:55 pm
Before leaving the castle... Damas buys a scroll from Derrik and tucks it into his pack before leaving with the others. [Damas buys a scroll of Gentle Repose for 375 gold.] Outside the castle... Damas watches as the castle explodes, his eyes fixed upon what is now a pile of rubble. While the others are talking, Damas puts the cloth Li is wrapped in on the ground. He brings the scroll forth and is able to read the scroll. He chants in a language known only to the other mages in the group. The words fade from the paper and he picks Li back up again.
On the road...
Damas marches along with the others, forcing himself to stay up despite having the desire to drop right where he is. When they get to the inn, he manages to put away everything he had been carrying before collapsing in bed and falling asleep.
((I usually use more detail, but I'm kinda tired, therefore I'm lazy. ))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun Apr 23, 2006 3:25 am
((The Move Silent check was miserable. You can ignore the dice if you wish)) Sometime after the conversation with Amelios' bride, Isyndel crept to the door of the rooms slowly. She was careful to note the one he slept in, watching quietly as he marched up there. Fatigued, she made her way to the door and carefully attempted to open it and walk inside.
((Two options, not sure how the inn is and I'm in a rush. Play 1)).
The doorknob creaked and gave a short sound in resistance. It was locked, as she expected. The woman scolded herself for even attempting it, having little reason to even be there and no idea why she was doing so in the first place. She turned on her heels and stood in a daze, shaking her head briefly before turning and moving on again.
((Play 2. Again, sorry, but it's real late for me))
The door crept open slowly; the woman nearly gasped at it being unlocked. As she pushed it as quietly as she could manage she wondered what she was doing. She knew not what possessed her to put herself around him knowing full well her presence would likely agonize him further and yet could not stop herself from doing so anyway. But for the time being some things were at an end, and yet others still had the tails of bookmarks showing pages yet to be turned, and no book was meant to be left unfinished.
Isyndel had no intention of speaking and did not. She slid the door closed behind her and watched the man sleep quietly, a somber look on her face.

Posted by: Rusty Sun Apr 23, 2006 5:01 am
Zook ambles into the inn common room, yawning expansively and picking his ear. "Where's the tea?" he asks, scratching the back of his neck In the common room, at a table near the far corner of one wall, a woman with shoulder length braided silver hair watched the gnome with some distaste. And then went back to her musings. She'd need to press on soon...
*Faralon wipes his eyes, still a very tired. He enters the main room, spotting Zook. He doesn't seem to notice the girl yet.* Faralon: "Zook?"
Zook: "Faralon?"
Lisa sits calmly eating a bowl of oatmeal. She is already in her full armor with her sword at her side.
*Faralon blinks twice.* Faralon: "How did you sleep? I still feel exhausted...What a horrible hike."
The woman seems to be uncaring of what everyone else is doing, picking at a bowl of something while looking a tad disgruntled.
Zook frowns, stretching. "I slept alright, I suppose. Had a strange dream."
Faralon: "You, too?" *Faralon asks, curiously.* Faralon: "What happened in it?"
Zook stands stock still for a moment before looking up at Faralon. "Someone in a blue robe talking about sealed power and such. Figured it was the stress of the trip or residual trickery of Shailtor."
Faralon: "...You don't say...I dreamt the very same thing." *Faralon says, with a shocked look on his face.*
The woman frowns at the mention of trickery, yet continues to pick at her food, eventually finishing it off. She sighs lightly, turning herself round so she can see what is happening in the room.
Zook seats himself at one of the half-height tables reserved for children and small humanoids. He cracks his neck. "S'pose we're not the only ones, either."
Faralon: "...Yes, I shall check on that. I'll be right back." *Faralon says as he leaves towards Cedric's quarters. He knocks on the door, but receives no answer from Cedric's chambers.*
Zook mumbles something to himself as he notices Lisa. He waves cheerily. "Mornin'!"
Lisa nods to Zook, absently. She appears deep in thought.
Zook's smile doesn't fade. He knows that look, and knows better than to disturb it. He looks around the common.
*Faralon tries knocking again, this time speaking.* Faralon: "Cedric? Are you there?" *However, there is no answer.*
Zook sees the silver haired woman and waves to her as well. "Good morning, madam!"
"Ah...yes. Fair morning to you Sir." She nodded politely, trying to pull herself out of her trouble. After all, conversation was another way of gathering information.
Faralon: "Hmm...I don't suppose he went out already...Hm." *Faralon leaves again towards the main room.*
Zook: "You an adventurer, madam?"
"Some would call me that. I percieve myself as an envoy of the glittering light, moving around the lands helping out those in need. And yourself Sir...?" She smiled, studying the gnome carefully for a moment.
"I'm a tinker by trade, and a marksman by necessity. Name's Zook Jimbeddo Bollynock Frenkalter Steamwhistle Aleslosh."
Kyoji makes his entrance at this time, coming not from his room, but from the door to the outside.
"It is a pleasure to meet you. I apologize...but may I just refer to you as Zook? Compared to my name, yours is...more magnificent. And tell me, why are you in this fair city?" She looked at Kyoji, and then back to Zook, since she didn't know the Ninja.
*Faralon also enters, sighing.*
Zook smiles. "Everyone else does. Can't say I blame them. I'm travelling with my companions."
"I see...Was that elf one of your companions?" She continued to ask the tinker everyday questions. It was clear however, something else was weighing on her mind.
Faralon: "Me?" *Faralon butts in.*
"Ah. yes. I apologise for speaking about you without your permission." She nods in polite apology at the Bard.
Zook turns around, and sees a bowl of fruit on the table. He grabs an apple and bites into it.
Faralon: "It's fine. Though if you'll excuse me a moment, I need to speak with someone." *Faralon says, before approaching Kyoji.*
"Very well...ah." She looks at the gnome, and raises one eyebrow, she wondered if it was safe to just eat what was lying around...
Faralon: "Kyoji, have you seen Cedric?"
Kyoji: "No I have not seen him stir from his room. I'm fairly certain he is awake from the sound I heard earlier."
Zook finishes his mouthful. "How do you do that? For the life of me, I've never been able to move one eyebrow independently." He demonstrates this, and succeeds only in scrunching his forehead rhythmically.
She giggles, and then does it again. "I have heard that women demonstrate higher capabilities at this function. I however, did learn how to do it from my husband." Her eyes twinkled as she laughed.
Faralon: "Sound? What sound?"
Kyoji: "It was metal clanking, I think he was putting on his armor."
Faralon: "Hmm...I wanted to talk to him about the dream both Zook and myself had." *Faralon says, slightly disappointed.* Faralon: "I wanted to verify if perhaps he, too, had the same dream."
The woman looked at the man whose garb indicated he was from Hapon. So he is also one of their comrades? Diverse indeed...but I do wonder about that other woman... Sulia turned to look at Lisa for a moment...having not really noticed her.
Kyoji: "Did you have odd dreams as well?"
Lisa meets Sulia's gaze. Her ice blue eyes seem to bore into hers, and for a moment, Sulia feels... odd. Then Lisa returns her gaze to her food.
Faralon: "Does that mean you also had that mysterious man in a blue robe interfere with your dreams?"
"Yes, I take it you had the same? It does not surprise me," Kyoji says.
"Well, I always have odd dreams," Zook muses. "I remember this one time there were nine robots, a clown, and four kobolds with face rashes... but I digress. I had a dream about an oracle of some sort, I think."
From the feeling Sulia gets, she shakes slightly, and then recovers her composure. That was no ordinary woman.
Faralon: "Interesting...This could either be a trap set by Shailtor, or some omen...possibly of the Ancients."
Zook: "I'd say a trap set by Shailtor still rates as fairly ominous."
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Either way, I do expect we will go and learn the truth of that message."
"Agreed. Trap or not, I do not think it wise to leave this be... Though it will be best I think, if we keep our eyes open," Kyoji says.
Zook frowns. "Well of course we'll..." and then he stops. Idioms are unique to the common tongue, and even now Zook still gets tripped up by them.
"Forgive me for intruding...but is that name not to do with some...cult?" Her serene face crosses into a frown, studying the group alot closer now.
Faralon: "You recognize the name of Shailtor?" *Faralon asks curiously.* Faralon: "What do you know of him?"
"Nothing really. Other than that cult business recently...you'd think the land had seen enough war." She turns her attention to Faralon, her frown fading slightly. They didn't seem like defilers...
Faralon: "I don't suppose you know exactly which towns have been touched by the cult?"
"Afraid not. I only know that Cypress had been. I've only just arrived here yesterday on a quest of my own. The cult is not my main priority I'm afraid...or maybe it is..." She frowns, thinking, a worried look on her face...
Zook: "What exactly is your quest, if you don't mind me asking?"
Isyndel folded her arms tightly about her. She had said very little since the 'final' battle had ended, continuing to keep to herself.
"I'm searching for my husband. The last message I recieved was that he had been summoned to undertake a bodyguarding job. This worried me, as he was usually just a messager..." She looked around at them all.
The Sorceror had plagued her thoughts, no doubt, but evenmoreso the foretelling of things to come. She regarded the woman's speech in silence, staring intently.
Zook: "...I don't suppose your husband's name is Van, is it?"
"...I'm afraid not. Why?" She looks at Zook in a confused way, that question coming out of the blue.
Zook shakes his head. "No reason..."
"Are you all right?" Kyoji whispers to Isyndel.
"Ah I see. Well, you all seem well travelled. Perhaps I should enquire. He's around five foot eleven, with long brown hair. Longer than mine. A tad...feminine. Have you seen anyone like that recently?"
The Ninja, she heard herself whisper, suddenly aware of his presence. She curved her lips slightly upward in a vague smile and nodded, vibrating a small 'mm' sound from her closed lips in reply.
"The ninja?" Kyoji asks, arching an eyebrow.
She nodded. "I am sorry Kyoji, I suppose I was spacing out more than I thought. I certainly meant no disrespect." Her cheeks flushed a bit in slight embarrassment.
"That's all right," Kyoji says, nodding.
Isyndel's ears perked up in sudden recognition. The Wizardess let out a faintly audible gasp but said nothing. It couldn't be.
Faralon: "...Feminine?" *Faralon blinks, a bit confused.* Faralon: "What is his name?"
"What's your full name?" Kyoji asks.
"Ah, forgive me! I have not introduced myself. I am Sulia. Sulia Adelhyde. And my husband is called Amelios." She smiled at the group. "Do you know him?"
Zook chokes a bit on his mouthful of apple.
"Yes. I'm afraid I have some bad news to relate to you, Mrs. Adelhyde," Kyoji states.
*A chill runs down the spine of Faralon's back as he takes a step back.*
"Has something happened!? Do you know where he is!? Please! Tell me!" Sulia looked at Kyoji, anxious now. They were all acting oddly.
Isyndel bit the inside of her lip, her eyes turning to the ninja. How would this be handled, she wondered.
Zook bit his lip. This could not possibly end well.
"Your husband..." Kyoji begins to say before pausing. "Was taken by the Cult. Brainwashed, I fear."
*Faralon lowers his head.* Faralon: "...He's Shailtor's puppet now..."
Isyndel lowered her eyes.
"...Impossible. His will was one of the strongest I have ever encountered. You must be mistaken." Sulia looked at Kyoji, then at Faralon, one eyebrow raised.
Zook's face is downcast. "It... was his will to be taken."
Sulia: "...That is even more absurd. He was devoted to Mitula."
Faralon: "Was it, Zook? Can we really be sure? Maybe...there's a chance it wasn't. But even so..."
"Regardless, what we saw occured," Isyndel spoke flatly.
"No man is ever completely safe from corruption. Those that think they are merely open a blind spot for it to enter in," Kyoji says, quietly. "But your husband was a good man before his fall."
Zook: "I cannot deny its absurdity. I'd like to believe it wasn't true, but..." the gnome trailed off, Isyndel finishing for him.
Faralon: "I know it sounds ridiculous...But you could ask any of my companions resting here this day - those still in their rooms, oblivious to this conversation. The answer will not change."
"...What you saw? Who are you all? Wait...Are the group that travels with the Lady Yeesha? An-" Sulia stopped, and shook her head. This could not be true. And yet, when she looked at them all...it was.
"We might be heading to Uranbatol next," Yeesha says as she walks down the stairs.
Faralon: "We will..."
Yeesha raises an eyebrow. "What's going on?"
Zook looks up at the archwizardess. "You had the dream as well?"
Yeesha: "Yeah, but what's with the looks?"
Faralon: "This is...Mrs. Adelhyde."
Sulia stands upright as Yeesha enters the room, and runs over to the Archwizardess, Kneeling before her. "Please! Tell me! What has happened to my husband!?"
"Your... Amelios?" Yeesha asks.
"Correct." Sulia looks away, eyes downcast, as this all begins to fall into place.
Yeesha: "He... Ah... Was subverted by the being known as Shailtor."
"But...He was...devoted to Mitula..." Sulia trails off, getting to her feet, this day a unwelcome one.
Zook calls after Sulia. "I have no doubt we will see him again, and that, were you to join us, you could almost certainly talk more sense into him than we could."
Isyndel nodded in agreement.
Sulia slammed a fist into a nearby wall, and sighed heavily, and when she opened them she seemed...not despairing, but angry. "...That. That...Inconsiderate bastard! I'll beat him into the wall, and then some if I need to. Lady Yeesha! I apologize for my spouse. Let me add my power to your own and pick up his slack! He's always doing this..."
Zook winces. "You've been married a long time, I take it?"
"He's always been being brainwashed by evil entities into serving their dark ways?" Kyoji asks, arching an eyebrow.
Sulia turned and glared at Kyoki, shaking her head in frustration. "No! Always going off without thought or care of others. Argh. This is why..." She shook her head again. "Well never mind that now. It's not important."
Faralon: "You know the dangers involved in our quest are dire, right? We have had casualties...And Shailtor and the other Strife Lords are considered by the cult to be deities - and they certainly have terrible power..."
Lisa snorts. "They're not deities," she mutters. "I'm sure they'd love for you to think them that, but they're not."
Faralon: "I didn't say they were."
Sulia: "Anything that can corrupt him of all the stubbo-I mean, yes. It is darkness, and thus We must rise up and strike it down!" At this point a glowing light appeared, centered around her head. "I shall willingly walk this path. And use the holy light to shine through and bring that idiot back!"
Kyoji arches his eyebrow at Sulia's statements.
"Can everyone do that but me?"
Lisa's usual grimace turns into the slightest of smiles for the briefest of seconds at Zook's remark.
"Be wary of your anger, righteous though it may be," Kyoji says. "Though it can be a powerful weapon, it can also be a dangerous vulnerability. Anger was how Amelios fell."
*Faralon casts Light over Zook.* Faralon: "Happy?"
Zook: "What?" Zook continues to scrunch his forehead.
Sulia took a deep breath, her nimbus fading. "Indeed. I shall temper my anger and use it as a blade to stab at the heart of this foul cult..."
Kyoji says nothing further, but merely watches the woman as she declares her intent.
Lisa calmly sips a small cup of coffee imported from Parmecia.
Sulia again addresses Yeesha. "Lady Yeesha. I ask again of you. May I take my husband's place in your group? We don't quite have the same abilities but...Allow me to come with you. If only to bring him back."
"Well... We shall wait on our Paladin of Mitula's advice first. We'll see what Cedric thinks," Yeesha says with a nod.
Faralon: "Hm...I'll be right back." *Faralon leaves again. This time, he returns with his lute.* Faralon: "I hope you don't mind me practicing...Maybe it will even call his attention."
"Ah...Very well then." Sulia nods to Yeesha and then tries to regain her composure. "This is indeed a bizarre twist of fate." She trails's off into a whisper..."Or perhaps this is part of the plan of the light?"
Yeesha winces. "You've played better, Faralon... Maybe you're having an off day?"
Faralon: "Maybe...I need to try a different tune." *Faralon begins to play a slower song - still nothing too impressive, but the notes sound more in-tune.*
"That's slightly better..." Yeesha says.
Faralon: "You're right, though. I think I might still just be a tad tired from the trip."
"Maybe you are just having an odd day Sir Faralon?" Sulia looks at Faralon's instrument with interest.
Faralon: "Hmm? Oh...Sir...Heh. We are knights now, aren't we?" *Faralon asks the group, rhetorically.* Faralon: "It has already been an odd day, certainly after that odd dream."
Sulia frowned at the Bard's quip. I was merely being polite...perhaps they have different mannerisms...
"I doubt she knew that, Faralon. She was probably just being polite."
"A knight... ninja..." Kyoji says, quietly. Then he suddenly chuckles a bit.
Faralon: "Oh, I know...It just reminded me."
"A shadow in shining armor," Zook muses.
Faralon: "Can Kyoji stay hidden now?" *Faralon chuckles.*
Kyoji vanishes. "I don't know, can I?" his disembodied voice says from thin air.
"Showoff." Zook teases. "You should be more understated. Maybe a nice giant robot."
Sulia giggles a little at the bantering of the group, and then thought of Amelios, and how he fit in.
Kyoji reappears a few feet from where he was. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Zook: "I should start a leaflet campaign. 'A robot in every household.'"
"Why would everyone need a robot though?" Sulia frowned, wondering what a robot was. And then realised her ignorance at asking that question.
Zook: "Well, obviously we don't all need them. We don't have them now and we get along fine. We don't have cures for every known disease or worldwide peace, either. We don't need them, really. But they'd be nice to have."
"We don't need worldwide peace?" Sulia's brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of this.
Zook: "Not to function, no. It'd be great, but the world will turn without it."
Sulia: "I see."
Zook: "I wonder where Cedric went off to..."
Faralon: "I expect...he's having a long talk with his family. But I don't know..."

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Apr 23, 2006 7:52 am
Zook goes up to Cedric's room and bangs on his door. "Cedric! There are things that require your attention!" After a moment, movement is heard in the chamber and footsteps approach the door. The doors opens to reveal Cedric wearing his full armor, which appears to have been cleaned and tended to. Dark circles hang beneath his eyes but otherwise he seems in much better condition than yesterday. His voice is calm and peaceful, "Yes, what is it?"
Zook bows slightly. "There is someone in the common room who I believe you should meet. A Mrs. Sulia Adelhyde."
The Paladin looks at Zook for a long moment, his expression unreadable, "Could you repeat that?"
"Mrs. Sulia Adelhyde." Zook repeats, unmoving. "Yes, it's who you think it is."
Cedric covers his face for a moment, speaking quietly, "How?"
The gnome shrugs. "Providence is not my domain. I cannot say how. She took the news surprisingly well, though I'd have rather you told her."
Cedric crosses his arms, looking at Zook intently, "How did you meet her?"
"She was in the common room when I came down for breakfast. She appears to be on a quest of her own." Zook replies.
The Paladin leans against the doorway, staring off into space thoughtfully, after a moment he speaks quietly, "...how long ago was this? Has anyone else spoken with her?"
"Not long. A span of minutes, no more than twenty. Faralon, Kyoji, Lisa, Isyndel, and the Lady Yeesha have been down as well."
Cedric looks down at the gnome, his eyes troubled, "...and you say she took the news well? What was her response?"
Zook nods. "She was disbelieving at first, but then became... rather irritated."
Cedric prompts Zook once more, "Irritated?"
"She was angry. Not really in a 'Divine Wrath smite the wicked' kind of way, either. More of a "What's that silly fool done this time" kind of way." Zook replies.
Cedric starts, an expression of disgust and disbelief crossing his face, "What's that silly fool..." He pauses and his face grows grim, "I see." A strange smirk crosses his face, "So...she's spoken with Lady Yeesha."
"Indeed. She too requested your counsel." Zook replies.
Cedric nods, "I can see why..." He steps back into his room, picking up his hammer which was leaning against a wall. He turns back to Zook, sliding the hammer into place over his back, "Shall we meet this newcomer...and now that I'm not nearly so fatigued, I believe I have some questions for our mysterious lady in white as well."
Zook nods, and follows the Paladin into the common room.
Cedric enters the common room accompanied by the gnomish tinker, as he does so his gaze falls upon Sulia for a moment. He then glances to Lady Yeesha, "Good morning, milady. I have heard that you have need of me?"
"Yes, Cedric, I want your advice... Lady Adelhyde here wishes to join our expedition in search of her husband," Yeesha says, "What's your opinion?"
"Everyone's got need of a hammer now and then," Ashathel said, coming down to the common room. "I trust all have slept well?"
"I slept fine, Ashathel, save an errant dream." Zook answers.
Faralon looks at his brother, "...Same here. I do expect you, too, had the same dream, brother."
"Mrs Adelhyde, I don't suppose in the course of your travels you came across the city of Mechanis?" Zook questions.
"Indeed... and here, I thought it was due to seeing- Adelhyde?" the elf says, stopping in mid-sentence. "Then... Amelios..."
So long as she's not as prone to turning as her husband, I see no problem, the bladesinger thought, eyeing her carefully. The last thing we can afford is to have such a thing happen twice...
Cedric nods to Lady Yeesha then looks to Ashathel, "Yes, from what I have been told this is Mrs. Sulia Adelhyde." Cedric turns back to Sulia, questioning her in a quiet but firm voice, "Who are you? Why are you here? I heard that you are irritated with the fate of your alleged husband, is this true?"
"She is who she says she is, though I doubt she's going to win wife of the year at any point in the future," Lisa says as she calmly takes another sip of coffee.
"Cedric, what are your thoughts on this newcomer?" Zook queries.
Cedric looks at Lisa, "Not one day ago, Amelios was taken from us and twisted into a slave of our enemies." The Paladin glances around the room, "You honestly expect me to trust this woman? Who claims to be his wife... Who just happens to be at the location we were teleported to in our search for the Prince?" He crosses his arms, "Not even getting into that we on a different continent than that of the home of Amelios."
"I don't expect that at all, but the truth is the truth," Lisa says, calmly.
"So... what, then?" Zook asks.
[Diplomacy: 19 + 24 = 43]
A frown crosses Cedric's face, "I see... The truth is the truth." He walks quietly over to Lisa, sitting across from her at the table, "I should have had this conversation with your yesterday..." A slight flicker of a painful memory appears in the Paladin's eyes then is gone, "When you arrived at the battle, you made no move to assist us. Indeed, you have offered very little assistance in any way to us until now. Why are you offering us advice for this woman?"
"My priority was tracking and hunting Shailtor. You were pressed, but seemed to be holding your own. I did not succeed in tracking his location, but that is knowledge after the fact. I had a chance to end it, I thought.
Are your lives more imporant?" She continues, "How many will Shailtor be the doom of every minute he is free? It's cold and hateful, but that's war."
Zook wiggles his fingers. "This many!"
Faralon looks to the weary Cedric, speaking softly, "I understand your concern, Cedric. I, too, do not want to jeopardize this mission. We could keep a watchful eye on Mrs. Adelhyde if you wish, but I think we should accept all the help we can get."
"Indeed, I must agree with Faralon, Cedric," Ashathel said, "I see no reason not to allow Miss Adelhyde to join us. Obviously, she has some sort of knowledge of Amelios. If she speaks the truth, she has a right to search for him; if lying, all the more reason to keep her close."
Zook nods. "It's not like we've ever inadvertently allowed spies into our ranks before."
Cedric looks at Faralon, something cold and perhaps dangerous flashing in his eyes, "No. I will not allow another Amelios or Gabriel to be used aganist us. You are too trusting in this matter. I wish it were not so but we cannot afford to disregard caution again."
Faralon wonders, "She already knows of our next destination. Wouldn't it be careless to leave a possible enemy behind to pass information back while we are missing?"
Cedric openly glares at Faralon, "What?"
Zook shrugs. "To be fair, it was pretty stupid of us to discuss our plans in the open, with a stranger plainly in the room."
Faralon glares right back, "If you are really this uncertain, I think we should invest in a Zone of Truth spell. That would solve things, wouldn't it?"
Cedric shakes his head, "No, it would not." The Paladin turns away from Faralon, back to Lisa, "Your words are true. Everyone of us is willing to die in order to stop him. However, your words also show a distinct lack of compassion. Many of us in a similar situation would not merely shrug off such a sacrifice as a necessity of war but would voice it with at least slight remorse." Cedric sighs, "Regardless, I acted rashly yesterday. If you are to travel with us, we will need to know something of you and will require assistance from you as we would expect from one another."
Emotions ranging from grief to anger fly across Lisa's face for a split second before she speaks, "None of you that were alive when I arrived were dead when the battle was over. You did not need my help and there was a more pressing duty. The truth is the truth. I don't like it anymore than you. You have no idea what they can do..." Lisa finishes, closing her eyes.
[Sense Motive: 4 + 16 = 20]
Cedric looks at her quietly for a long moment, then speaks, "All the more reason for me to be cautious."
"Lisa..." Ashahel began, trying to keep his words steady and respectully, "though you may not believe that any of us could have been hurt by the fiend, some of us were. More than you know, even. So if you have some knowledge, share it with us."
"I don't doubt they've hurt you... But do not doubt you haven't seen them at their worst. They're like a plague. They travel from world to world, corrupting, consuming, or destroying all they touch..." Lisa says.
"World to world? Just what world are you from, exactly?" Zook questions.
Cedric glances at Sulia Adelhyde, as if making certain that she had not attempted to flee, then looks back to Lisa.
Lisa rubs her head, "They turn friend against each other, sap strength from the righteous... Like a spider that injects the venom into the prey before it eats, they wait for chaos and strife to consume the world before they consume it in turn." Lisa looks wearily to Zook, "It doesn't matter. You haven't heard of it. It's gone now. Even the sun. Annihilated."
Cedric narrows his eyes, "What?"
"You're so sure they're going to win? Why do you press on? What drives you if you think it's hopeless?" Faralon says, slightly angered.
"I'd say it matters a great deal. The story, if not the specifics. How did they go about destroying your world? How long did it take? How hard-won was their dark victory?" Zook questions.
"It's not hopeless!" Lisa says, shooting a look at Faralon. "If it was, I would not have... I would not have hunted them for these past five years. Yes, the entire planet... Planets, actually. Destroyed," Lisa says, bitterly to Cedric. "Do you have any how much it hurts to see not only your family, but everyone you ever knew die in front of you?"
"Would you not have?" Cedric questions, "I would hunt them now even if it were hopeless and you have lost more than me if I am to believe you."
"Yes... Perhaps you are right..." Lisa chuckles weakly. "I think I would've hunted them still."
"How much agony you would endure to see your entire people, thousands of years of culture and heritage wiped away?" Lisa continues.
"Only to be raised again as servants to their cause?" Zook asks.
Faralon sighs, "I don't think "would" is the correct word for Cedric..."
"They didn't use undead, it would've been too obvious. They were far more subtle... They seem to be relying on lost technology here. It was much the same on my home." Lisa continues.
Faralon replies, "...Technology of the Ancients?"
"Yes. My world too, bore the remains of a civilization long past on it... I was surprised when I came here. This land isn't so different from mine..." Lisa looks into the cup she holds. "It's... difficult. It feels both like a relief and pain all at once. All kinds of technology... It was about equal to your Ancients, though we did not use magical integrations as they did."
A battle of emotions is waged on the face of the Paladin; compassion, distrust, and caution all waging for dominance. For a moment, it seems that he might take the woman in his arms and cry with her or struck her demanding the truth, instead he remains where he is.
"But no, there is hope. Even though the world was lost... Some... Some escaped. Even at great cost," Lisa says, her hand shaking slightly as she puts down the coffee and instead rests her hands on the sword she carries. And they did not find what they sought. For beyond their twisted nourishment, they seek something."
Cedric looks at her intently at this.
Zook nods, "Do you know what they seek?"
"I do not know much... But I know that what they seek is a great power. An evil power. And long ago is was buried and hidden... Shards of a whole. The artifact my world contained was removed and sent away before they could acquire it." Lisa continues.
Zook asks,"What was the nature of this artifact?"
Cedric looks at her grimly, "What artifact is here?"
"I don't know, I never saw it," Lisa says. "And I do not know what artifact is here... but I do know that the seal upon it is broken."
Faralon blinks, fumbling in his pocket to take out one of the shards he took from the tower that exploded. He doubted it, but wanted to check - just in case, "...Shards like this, perhaps?"
"Beyond that, I know the location of the vault where it was sealed," Lisa says.
Lisa looks at the crystal, "May I see that?"
Faralon nods and hands the crystal to Lisa.
Lisa takes the crystal in one hand and looks at it intently. The other hand lays on her sword, "This is not the artifact, it contains no power... But it seems to be able to carry it. Like a battery, almost..." Lisa says.
Cedric frowns, speaking thoughtfully, "The dream..."
"I heard of this dream, but did not receive it... Would you mind sharing it? I've already said far more than I first intended." Lisa response.
Faralon: "......It made your sword glow?? Interesting."
Then, he looks up as a thought suddenly occurs to him, "What is a battery?"
"A battery is an electrochemical cell used to store and generate a charge." Zook begins.
"What? No, my sword... It didn't glow from the crystal," Lisa says, almost offended for some reason.
Zook continues for a moment, "There are two ends, one positive, the other negative, called the anode and the cathode... well, nevermind."
"It stores energy," Lisa says. "That's what you need to know about the crystal."
"Anyhow..." Zook sighs, "The dream."
"To call it a dream is a misnomer, for it was a vision." Cedric states, "I have received such before, but never from this figure."
[Diplomacy: 11 + 24 = 35]
"A figure appeared to us, garbed as a seer or an oracle. This oracle claimed to have sought us out because of our opposition to the Strife Lords."
"Please, tell me of it," Lisa says as she lays a hand on the sword once more.
"He mentioned a chained power." Cedric states.
"We were prompted of visions of an expansive sea, the sea beyond Rudo, and a port, called Uranbatol, which is to be our destination." Zook states.
Lisa frowns, "Perhaps that is the form the shard has taken. The seal of which was broken. The seal is almost certainly the wards around the vault..."
"Vault?" Zook wonders.
"Uranbatol? But the Vault is near Manarina..." Lisa says, confused, "Why are you going to Uranbatol?"
He looks at Lisa cautiously, "We cannot reveal our objective in Uranbatol yet."
"We were told of a person. A woman or female. 'Beloved of the Creator', she was called. She is currently in Uranbatol." Zook states.
Cedric glares at Zook, then sighs defeatedly.
"Hmmmm," Lisa says, rubbing her chin. "I don't know... I can't say what that meant, then..."
Faralon wonders, "Would the 'Vaults' be related to the ruins discovered in Manarina?"
"Almost certainly..." Lisa replies, "It would make perfect sense."
The Paladin runs a hand through his hair, "We need to determine the fastest route to Uranbatol..." A stricken expression crosses his face, "Though I am loathed to not aid the city under assault."
"A boat," Zook says, "Unless we find a large aircraft, or powerful mage capable of teleporting us."
"I spoke with the locals. Prompt is holding out," Lisa says. "And if the Strife Lords find what they are looking for..."
Cedric sighs, "I know..."
"Five years I've hunted them. And in five years, the decisions have never gotten any easier," Lisa says, looking at Cedric with a sympathetic expression.
Cedric looks at Lisa, but doesn't seem eased by her words.
"The Ancients had teleportation devices. Perhaps our fastest route to Uranbatol is by way of Prompt." Zook suggests.
"That's a gamble," Lisa says.
"No step we take next would not be a gamble, methinks." Zook points out.
Cedric glances back over his shoulder, "What of Sulia Adelhyde? How do you know she is who she claims she is?"
Lisa looks conflicted for a moment, "I... know..." Lisa says, then she sighs. "You're clearly not my enemy. If you do not make the information known, I suppose I can trust you."
Cedric glances at Faralon and Zook, "Perhaps you should not tell us then..."
Faralon looks at Zook, then Cedric, confused.
Zook sticks his tongue out at Cedric when the Paladin turns his head.
"I've already trusted you far more than I usually do... It's odd... I feel that I can talk to you..." Lisa says, shaking her head. Then she raises an eyebrow at Cedric's statement.
"Secrets are not our strong point." Cedric states.
"Well... In that case, let's leave it at this. I heard it from a friend that's always close to my heart." Lisa replies.
Cedric nods, "Very well." He glances around the room, "We must make preparations to depart..." A weary expression crosses his face, "Though I long for a moment to rest as do all of you, we must press on."
"Is there anything else you wish to know?" Lisa asks.
"What was it called? Your world, I mean." Zook asks.
Lisa looks down for a moment. "Even the name is painful to me now... Please don't make me say it yet. Perhaps... perhaps later... Do you have any questions about the Strife Lords? If you wish to defeat them, I'll tell you anything I know."
"Do you know anything of their stronghold?" Zook asks.
"They usually create a magical one. The fiery one, Xadoss, seems to specialize in brute strength. He can rip the earth up and shape it to his will given time." Lisa replies.
Cedric nods, "Thank you... I'm certainly we'll speak of things later." He looks around the chamber, "Zook's suggestion gives me hope that we might aid Prompt...but...I fear that we cannot take such a risk." The Paladin sighs, "Let us travel by boat."
"Anything else?" Lisa asks.
"What do you know of the three Strife Lords themselves? We've only dealt with Shailtor, really, and know simply the names of the others. 'Xadoss, of the burning might', for example." Zook asks.
"Erebeus is the leader from what I can tell," Lisa says. "Shailtor is intelligent and Xadoss powerful... but Erebeus is both."
"Shailtor's the weak one? Well that has to be the least comforting thing I've ever heard." Zook exclaims.
"Shailtor seems to delight in tormenting his prey as you know. There is an upside to this. He doesn't treat what he does seriously." Lisa replies, "This means he will sometimes err simply because he'd rather something be amusing than efficient. Xadoss isn't as intelligent as the others. Left to his own devices, he will simply use brute force... Unfortunately, he has much to spare."
Faralon questions, "What about Erebeus, then? You say he is both intelligent and powerful. Has he any noticeable flaws that you've seen?"
"Erebeus is like a military commander, serious and pragmatic... and also mysterious. I've been able to find much on the others, but despite being the leader, he seems to allow the other two to take the spotlight." Lisa replies, "I know that all three are a form of demonic entity. Powerful, but not immortal. And certainly not gods as they claim."
Faralon queries, "Aside from destruction and chaos, and that artifact, do you know what they seek or hope to achieve? Or is there no apparent reason for any of it beyond that?"
"They feed on negative energy it seems... Creating worlds of that gives them a food source," Lisa says. "But in doing so they've made many, many enemies. I suspect they want the artifact to guarantee their success against any that may challenge them."
"Perhaps this artifact is an unlimited source of negative energy?" Zook states.
"I've heard that theory," Lisa says with a nod. "But many believe it to be something more as well. What exactly, we're not sure."
"Who do you know of who has studied this?" Zook asks.
"In my travels, I made contacts with many that have been touched by the evil of the Strife Lords. Some, like I, hunt them even now. Others studied them and sent what they knew to we hunters." Lisa answers.
"Do any of them exist on this world?" Zook questions.
Lisa is silent for a moment. "I came with many more. I am the only one left now, I believe. My fellows learned that all three Strife Lords were to be involved and vulnerable during a ceremony in Guardiana. They all decided to attack in force."
Faralon sighs, "Then indeed the Strife Lords are what caused the problems in Guardiana. I heard there was much chaos going on there."
"I was separated from the rest..." Lisa says grimly. "The others were annhiliated to the last man."
Cedric does not answer, instead standing and looking to Faralon, "Can you and Zook arrange for a boat? I'll entrust you with the 15,000 gold given to us by Nick."
Faralon nods, "Of course."
"Thank you, do not travel without a few others as guard. Now is the time for caution." Cedric states.

Posted by: Rusty Sun Apr 23, 2006 9:04 am
"Erebeus is the leader from what I can tell," Lisa says. "Shailtor is intelligent and Xadoss powerful... but Erebeus is both." Zook: "Shailtor's the weak one? Well that has to be the least comforting thing I've ever heard." Lisa: "Shailtor seems to delight in tormenting his prey as you know. There is an upside to this. He doesn't treat what he does seriously. This means he will sometimes err simply because he'd rather something be amusing than efficient. Xadoss isn't as intelligent as the others. Left to his own devices, he will simply use brute force... Unfortunately, he has much to spare."
Faralon: "What about Erebeus, then? You say he is both intelligent and powerful. Has he any noticeable flaws that you've seen?"
Lisa: "Erebeus is like a military commander, serious and pragmatic... and also mysterious. I've been able to find much on the others, but despite being the leader, he seems to allow the other two to take the spotlight."
Faralon: "I see...clever."
Lisa: "I know that all three are a form of demonic entity. Powerful, but not immortal. And certainly not gods as they claim."
Faralon: "Aside from destruction and chaos, and that artifact, do you know what they seek or hope to achieve? Or is there no apparent reason for any of it beyond that?"
"They feed on negative energy it seems... Creating worlds of that gives them a food source," Lisa says. "But in doing so they've made many, many enemies. I suspect they want the artifact to guarantee their success against any that may challenge them."
Zook: "Perhaps this artifact is an unlimited source of negative energy?"
"I've heard that theory," Lisa says with a nod. "But many believe it to be something more as well. What exactly, we're not sure."
Zook: "Who do you know of who has studied this?"
Lisa: "In my travels, I made contacts with many that have been touched by the evil of the Strife Lords. Some, like I, hunt them even now. Others studied them and sent what they knew to we hunters."
Zook: "Do any of them exist on this world?"
Lisa is silent for a moment. "I came with many more. I am the only one left now, I believe. My fellows learned that all three Strife Lords were to be involved and vulnerable during a ceremony in Guardiana. They all decided to attack in force."
Faralon: "Then indeed the Strife Lords are what caused the problems in Guardiana. I heard there was much chaos going on there."
"I was separated from the rest..." Lisa says grimly. "The others were annhiliated to the last man."
Zook gestures to Faralon. "Perhaps we should see about that boat?"
"Is that all?" Lisa asks.
Zook: "That should be all for now, I think. It's not even lunchtime yet!"
"I have a question," Kyoji says. "You say they destroyed your world? How could they do that unless they were gods?" Kyoji asks.
Zook: "One does not need to be a god to posess that manner of destructive power."
Castor finally comes down, shaking his head groggily as he looks for a place to sit down near the group. Seems I've missed a lot, he muses to himself.
"They did not destroy my world. Thankfully, such feats are beyond them," Lisa says. "Before they left they unchained a great being that my people were set to guard."
Faralon: "...A great being? Could you describe this being?"
Lisa: "A great host of the hunters were there when that happened. Rather than let the being roam free, they chose to evacuate who they could and use powerful artifacts in their possession to destroy her...My world did not survive the assault."
Zook: "Her?"
"She was always personified as female, though most likely the being was genderless... What use would it have for love?" Lisa says with a scowl. "An embodiment of evil. Of negative emotion. I did not see it emerge and the legends are nebulous on the matter of appearance."
Zook: "What was she called?"
Lisa: "She didn't have a true name, only titles. Why do you wish to know?
Zook shrugs. "The historian in me is ever curious. Forgive me if I awaken harsh memories, but what were some of these titles?"
Lisa frowns. "I can only remember a few off hand, you'll forgive me if I do not wish to dig deeper into my memories."
Zook nods sympathetically. "That's fine."
"She That Dwells in Darkness... The Enemy of All... The Mother of the Dark Ones... Darkling Queen..." Lisa shakes her head. "Satisified?"
Zook nods.
Ashathel: "Indeed... it seems only fitting that they would associate with other fell beings."
Zook: "The Strife Lords have employed the Guardian Eye, have they not? Who were trapped in the Castle of the Ancients as they sank? Perhaps... perhaps their plot involves the Castle, or even the Dragon itself?"
"They rose the Castle, didn't you hear?" Yeesha asks.
"I did not." Zook states.
"Perhaps they will release the Dragon on this world if they fail again? Revenge?" Kyoji asks.
Zook: "It also makes me worry more about Prompt. If they rely as heavily on the latent power and evil of each world they visit as it seems, the taking of Prompt would be disastrous!"
Faralon: "If they have interest in bringing back Dark Dragon - do you think they would have an interest in reviving the devil kings as well? Galm and Elise, Vandals, roam free now already..."
"I am not familiar with these 'Vandals' or 'Devil Kings," Lisa says. "But it is possible."
Faralon: "They're terrible beings of evil. But...The Vandals don't seem to like the Strife Lords...And the feeling is apparently mutual."
"Perhaps the Vandals sense that this is there enemy as well... Or maybe they want the artifact too," Lisa says, frowning.
Zook: "In your time on this world, have you learned anything of a hidden city of machinists called Mechanis?"
"We encountered a patrol of soldiers called 'Tech Knights' from there, but nothing else," Lisa says.
Zook: "Where was this?"
"During the battle at Guardiana. The Tech Knights were intent on blowing up the tower there..." Lisa puts her hand to her chin. "Wait... No, I'm sorry. I'm generalizing. I asked someone about the Tech Knights after the battle and he replied they were combat tinkers from Mechanis, but...These Tech Knights seemed far different than the Tech Knights I heard described."
Zook: "How so?"
Lisa: "I didn't know what to make of it, but perhaps you can use the information. The Tech Knights of Mechanis wield inventions of their own devising. The ones at the battle seemed to use restored and repaired Ancient devices exclusively."
"Maybe a faction?" Kyoji ventures.
Lisa shrugs.
Zook: "That's generally a function of necessity than of principle. We all use Ancient salvage if we can find it. There are those who oppose the rise of a civilization like that of the Ancients, and Mechanis...seems like the kind of place where these factions would be most pronounced. Who did you talk to about the Tech Knights? The name might come in handy."
"Then why Tech Knights that only use Ancient equipment with nothing of their own?" Yeesha wonders.
"I can't remember, he was a travelling adventurer... Kind of old... ah, Boken! That was his name."
Zook: "Hmm..." Zook commits the name to memory."
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Zook, we should go. We have to get a boat. Thank you for the information, Lisa. It has been helpful and much appreciated."
Zook: "Coming, Faralon."
Lisa: "You are welcome."
"Wait...," Castor says, deciding to remain standing near the table. "If they have the capacity to free these things, what's keeping them from enslaving one or more of them?"
Zook: "Anyone can unlock a cage. Takes more skill when to tame an animal"
"True...but as they gain in power, couldn't that option become open to them?"
"They have not gained that power yet," Lisa says.
"All the more reason to hurry," Kyoji adds.
"Fair enough," Castor replies, before adding gruffly, "Thank you for your time."
Lisa: "Welcome."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Apr 23, 2006 4:09 pm
Damas lies there in bed, his eyes closed and his back turned to Isyndel. He is completely unaware of her presence. He finds himself dreaming about Isyndel. Well, that is until the strange man in blue robes invades his dreams. Even as he wakes, he thinks about what the man had said.
"What a strange dream..."
Damas puts his boots on and brushes his hair, tying it back into a loose ponytail before leaving. He looks around for a place where the inhabitants of the town would allow him to bury Li. He finds his way to whoever is in charge and explains the situation with a solemn look on his face.
[I need your response TUM, so I can edit in some stuff]
Later on, Damas returns to the Inn. He makes his way into the common room and takes a seat. He remains silent for a moment before speaking up in a somewhat solemn tone.
"Did I miss anything?"
His stomach growls and he blushes, chuckling.
"Is there...anything to eat around here? I would seem that I am dreadfully hungry."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Apr 23, 2006 5:52 pm
((I have said this before. Elves on Rune sleep. There is no trance.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Apr 23, 2006 6:45 pm
((Just clearing up some things... The party fund actually has money in it now.)) -Determined- Zook - Ghost Touch Holy +5 Rifle rounds (43). Acacia - Flaming Greatsword + 5 Kanmeshi - Electricity Resistant +4 Large Steel Shield.
Aurik - Light fortification +4 Large Steel Shield
Acacia - +4 Large Steel shield (Aurik's Old Shield)
Ash - Ring of Protection +3
Lilah - Force Blade: +10 to hit, 8d6 damage.
Kyoji - Hanzou Equipment
Isyndel - Ring of Spell storing, minor
Castor - Cloak of Resistance +2
Merkass - Orb of Venom
-Sell-
+4 rapier : +17,776gp
Dust of Tracelessness : +137gp
Large Steel Shield +1 : +1,177gp
Large Steel Shield +1 : +1,177gp
Mithral Chain Mail of Remedy+4 : +17,050gp
-Gold-
Zook - 2000gp
Castor - 4000gp
Jokulligr - 7,200gp
Laika, Faralon, Kethra, Rhizor, Cedric, Gabriel, Ryhir, Damas, Brand, Van - 8000gp
Party Fund - 36,961gp
Explosives - 5000gp
-Undecided-
Mystery Armor from previous battle

Posted by: Aldur Sun Apr 23, 2006 9:04 pm
Sulia appeared rather offended by Cedric's suspicious, and stepped up the Paladin, eyes icey. It seemed that She didn't react much like Amelios at all. "Forgive me Sir Cedric. However, my personal life with Amelios is...simply that. Personal. I understand that shadows walk the lands now, and trust is something to be gained, not freely given. However, I make this oath to you.
I, Sulia Adelhyde swear by the Almighty powers of the Light that I will not betray you."
As she swears her oath, the light that seems to follow her always shined, as if to show her sincerity.
((Nimbus of Light. Lolz.))

Posted by: Rusty Sun Apr 23, 2006 9:07 pm
*Faralon leaves with Zook, Yeesha, Castor and an invisible Kyoji on tow. It is not long before they find a suitable ship. Yeesha offers to purchase it, despite Faralon's orders to use the money given to them by Nick. Regardless, Faralon donates one thousand gold to the cause and Yeesha thanks him.*
*After the ship is obtained, Faralon goes about through the town to speak with various locals - to gather information about what has been happening in the lands of Rune and beyond.*
((Gather information: 18 + 11 = 29))
"Prompt is under siege by a host of demons and machines! I hear that they're holding out, though..."
"Did you hear? Runefaust was overrun by monsters from the Gate of the Ancients it guards!"
"There's been a lot of monster attacks on boats later... Only a few ships are still willing to sail now."
"I heard a drunken sailor say he saw a big metal fish swimming alongside his boat! What a tall tale!"
"War has broken out in Northern Parmecia! The Destonian Empire has invaded the Aspinian Republic again! That's not all! I hear Prince Medion defected to the other side!!"
"Did you know that Pao Pig milk isn't really milk? It's an alcoholic beverage... I didn't know that until I woke up in a ditch after drinking five of what I thought were healthly alternatives to ale..."
"I wonder what's up with Dragonia? We haven't heard much from there, but no one's seen any battles around the area and the fighting hasn't reached us here yet..."
"Everyone knows that the Manual of the Seal was taken by Darksol from the Tower of the Ancients... But where is it now? Some say Queen Anri took custody of it, others say Manarina... It bodes ill if Anri has it still..."
((Note, the party fund up there shows the exact amount it contains, even after the thousand gold used to help pay for the ship))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Apr 24, 2006 12:19 am
Cedric meets her cold gaze, unflinching, "That may be but this road is not an easy one. Be aware of that..." The Paladin starts to turn away, then pauses glancing back at her, "I fear that you may discover that in these dark times the Gods are not as almighty as you might assume."
"And if that comes to be, I shall rely on my own will and skills. Fear not. I have not led a easy life. And I have battled many horrors." Sulia watched the Paladin in some distress, she had been informed he was a Paladin. And yet what Paladin would say such words...?
Cedric continues to stare at Sulia for a moment then turns back to the door, "Make your preparations, we depart as soon as possible." He then starts walking towards the door to the outside.
Sulia smiled, and nodded. At last, the way lay open before her. She would find Amelios, and with the aid of the light, rend through the darkness that had enveloped him...and ask that question when he was sane. "Thank you."
Cedric does not respond as he walks out the door.
...
A few hours later, the http://kaihaku.net/BGM/08%20My%20Comrad%20in%20Battle,%20Ladyluck%20-Hawk-.mp3 has boarded a vessel and departed from Rudo. A strong wind blows, as if creation itself were speeding them on their way. A few clouds hang in the otherwise clear sky, casting intricate shadows upon the sea. The crisp sea air is refreshing and cool after the fierce battles and long march of the previous day. The sea before them is empty save for a few scattered islands, no other ships are seen on the waters.
His dark brown hair stirring in the cool spray, Cedric Theodoric sits at the base of the mast upon a wooden crate. His body is at attention but his eyes are closed and his hammer rests upon his lap. Perhaps a trick of the mist, it almost seems to glow.
Meanwhile, Sulia is up in the crow's nest, finding the sea winds exhilarating. She gazes out at the horizon, her own quest perhaps just beginning, her hair splayed out behind her as she has a somewhat inane grin on her face.
A shadow circles the ship swiftly, growing larger as the graceful form of Lilah descents from the sky to land upon the bow. Her coils wrap around the prow of the vessel, as she looks out over the sea with pure joy written across her face. Then, she glances back as if looking for someone to share her pleasure with and notices Kyoji standing stoically. In a voice as pure as any instrument, she exclaims to him, "How truly glorious thy world is!" She turns back to the waters, holding herself stable with her coils while leaning forward into the spray, "...a sea of water! What a marvel to behold such a thing!" She straightens again, "Many a tale of it I have heard but never didst I truly consider the beauty of such a thing."
"You've never seen the sea?" Kyoji asks.
Lilah laughs, "My realm haveth no seas of water such as this, it rests upon seas of earth and lava." She glances back at him, "...so while I hath beheld a sea, it was not such a sea as thine."
"Seas of lava and earth... Where are you from, exactly?" Kyoji asks.
Lilah laughs clearly, "I cometh from the heroic realm of Ysgard whereto slain heroes who yet hunger for the glory and honor upon the battlefield doth gather." She pauses for a moment, a sadness in her eyes as her hair and fine silver jewelry blow in the spray. Her voice is solemn when she continues, "There is no death in Ysgard, all who perish are restored to life upon the morrow. It is a realm far different from thy own... " She looks back out at the sea, the sadness yet in her voice, "Here thou dost battle for survival and not glory..."
"A world without death... It must be very large, then. If the populace grows and no one dies, the cities must be swelling over with occupants," Kyoji muses.
Lilah looks at the ninja oddly, "Large?" After a moment, a look of comprehension slowly dawns on her face and she looks out over the seas again in wonder, "Amazing... Thy world..." She looks at Kyoji in awe, "...it is..." She seems at loss for a moment, "...I hath heard tales of such...bizarre...realms..." She pauses once more, glancing at the sky, then back down to Kyoji, "Thy world is bound? It hath an end?"
"What do you mean?" Faralon asks as he walks over, joining the conversation.
The Lillend looks at him with a frown, "Thy world hath an end."
"Doesn't yours? There is only so much space here," Kyoji replies, "We are talking of our worlds, Faralon."
Lilah looks appalled, "No! How horrid a thought, that thy world doest not continue forever..."
"Ours isn't ending anytime soon, I hope. But everything does have an end...eventually." Faralon rubs his chin, "What sparked this conversation?"
Lilah looks at Faralon in dismay, "What a horrid fate thou werest born into."
"Not so horrid. There is joy to be had in life... and our spirits will journey on after our deaths," Kyoji replies.
A slight pleasure crosses Lilah's face at this, "That is true, I hath encountered many a spirit from realms such as thine. It is merely odd, that thou art so...limited."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Apr 24, 2006 1:43 am
Damas is currently sitting on his bed flipping through the pages of the tome that he had obtained. He had been there since they got on the boat, attempting to keep his mind off of things he would rather forget. "I need some air." Damas puts a piece of paper in the book to mark his place and closes it, placing it on the side table. He immerges from below deck and walks towards the bow of the ship. When he sees the others there, he turns and walks away. Damas leans on the railing and takes a deep breath of the crisp sea air.
Kethra is currently sitting in a corner with her eyes closed, legs crossed, and her arms resting on her thighs. After some training, she has chosen to meditate on deck.

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Mon Apr 24, 2006 4:53 am
Jokulligr moves about the deck of the ship, trying to get used to the floor shifting beneath his feet as he tries to find a good spot to get a look at the seemingly unending body of water surrounding the ship. This trip was proving to be much longer than he'd originally anticipated, but all the experiences along the way made it more than worthwhile. Eventually deciding he'd have better luck getting a higher viewpoint than staying on the swaying deck, he makes his way to the main mast and begins scaling the ladder attached to the side, noting the crow's nest would be the most optimal spot to enjoy the view.
Sulia continues to stare at the view from so high up and can't help but think that being able to fly would be a wonderous thing. She watched Lilah fly around and wondered if she'd ever get to feel the same experience. It's at this point that she hears someone coming up the ladder. She tries to wipe the expression off her face, and by the time Jokulligr is in the nest with her, she looks as proper and prim as normal.
Finally reaching the top of the ladder, the dragonman hoists himself up into the nest...but is surprised to find someone else up there already. "Oh! Pardon my intrusion. I was not aware there was someone up here already...would you mind terribly if I join you?"
Sulia turns and notes the Dragonman. She smiles and shakes her head. "Nay I do not mind. Company is often a good thing. Do you too enjoy high places?" She smiled, the glittering emblem of the Light on her armour sparkling in the gentle sunlight.
He smiles in turn as he gets to his feet and takes in the breathtaking sight of the sea around them for the first time. After a moment he nods in response to the question. "That I do. I believe the beauty of nature to be one of the Light's greatest miracles. No matter how dark things may seem at a given time, problems always seem insignificant when compared to the grandeur of the untamed world that surrounds us."
She smiles at the mention of the deity that had been so close to her for so long. "I see...high places make me feel closer to the Light, and looking around at this and yet knowing there is darkness abroad in the land does not sit well with me. I do not believe we have been introduced. I am Sulia Adelhyde, Servant of the Light. It is a pleasure to meet you Sir...?"
Jokulligr seems briefly taken aback when the woman gives her name but quickly recovers, not wishing to be rude to a new friend and travelling companion. "Jokulligr is my name, and it is a pleasure to meet you as well, Sulia Adelhyde. It is truly a welcome surprise to meet another devoted follower of the Light on this journey! Though this quest seems to attract people of all faiths, I believe up until now I was the only one that has dedicated himself to the teachings of the Light in particular."
Sulia smiled warmly at the Monk. Nodding to him in respect. "Indeed. And yet here we are. I do wonder if it was fate that I meet you all. For indeed, such a lucky occurance does not often happen. It seems to me the light does have a plan for everyone. So, why did you decide to join this journey? For myself it was but lucky coincedence. Everyone else here seems to have some need or purpose. As a fellow worshipper of the Holy Light I would be interested in hearing your story."
Jokulligr chuckles softly. "The Light does indeed seem to have something in plan for us all...as for myself, my running into this group seemed to be conincedence as well. When I first set out from my monastery, it was as a hired bodyguard for a caravan of merchants trekking across Cypress...simple protection against any brigands that may try to attack the travellers on the road. But..." He sighs at this point, a trace of regret in his eyes as he recalls the unfortunate events that led him down this path. "...I wasn't prepared for what was to come. We were indeed attacked, not by mere bandits, but by cultists in service of the Strife Lords. Though I did my best to fend them off, I failed to stop them, and the fanatics delighted in taking the lives of every last member of the caravan, save for myself and the wife of the caravan's master..."
Sulia nods sadly at this mention and turns to face the open sky, her hands clenched at the wood of the crow's nest as she spoke next. Her voice was hard and cold. "That cult seems to leave nothing but sorrow in it's wake. And yet I wonder...can the misguided not see that? It is sorely troubling...Still, even the smallest light can dispel the deepest darkness. They must merely open their eyes to the fact."
He nods as well to this statement. "The Darkness is unfortunatly quite crafty in it's methods of attracting those who stray from the Light's path, but that does not mean they are beyond salvation, if they are willing to change."
"Willing to change...Ahah. And yet, the light never abandons them." She turns around and shakes her head. "I'm sorry. Do go on with your story."
He frowns thoughtfully at this response, but continues as requested. "Myself and the merchant master's wife, Acacia, were taken prisoner by the cultists, and brought to a fortress of theirs in the region, perhaps to be converted, or perhaps just for their amusement. The torment over the days that followed was horrific, but my faith endured. I believed in the Light, and perserverence won out in the end, as we were soon free once more, liberated by the very group we are now travelling with. I'm not sure quite which reason was more crucial in my decision to come along, be it the self-imposed debt I felt I owed to Lady Acacia for the great losses she experienced as a partial result of my failure, or the more broad-scale purpose of doing whatever was in my power to aide the effort to save the world and all of the Light's children from those that would see it destroyed. But either way, I followed the path that today has brought me here, and I have yet to regret my decision in doing so."
"I see...you have suffered much and won through. And from what the other tell me, you've fought many a battle and even with this Shailtor. Tell me. Who is this person? I wish to know my enemy, and what matter of being corrupt as stubborn a soul as my husband." She gazed at the dragonman with a stony face, awaiting to hear the story and what details the monk had to tell her of Shailtor. "Such a being must be a formidable foe. I heard that you all did not manage to vanquish him...Alas. And now that cult has converted my Husband. Their hold is strong..."
"Shailtor of the Twisted Web...he's one of three Strife Lords, the beings whom the Chaos Cult regard as deities whom will usher in a new...'order' to the world. They are not in fact deities, though their immense power may seem to say otherwise. Rather, they are creatures from another world, come to lay ruin to this one as they have done to others before. Shailtor is the only one we've encountered directly. He favors the art of deception, and seems to delight in toying with his victims, preferring to utterly destroy their spirit and mind rather than their bodies. Unfortunatly, he has proven to be skilled with the tactics he employs, invading his opponent's mind to find their vulnerabilities, then exploiting them to the best of his ability."
Sulia's face freezes at this. Did that monster exploit his need fo-...No! It can't be...but it does make sense. She nods solumnly at Jokulligr. "Thank you for this...he does indeed sound like a destestable foe. Any creature that would play with the soul of another so casually deserves little pity or mercy. And there are three of them...? And only one of them has managed to cause this much carnage? That does not bode well...however, I am sure we can overcome it." As she speaks her Nimbus appears, a gittering light in the crow's nest, and then she realised and frowned, making the light shimmer and vanish.
The monk blinks, mildly surprised at the sight of the Nimbus, but can't help but grin at her expression when she notices it. "There's something you don't see every day...you must be of quite strong spiritual devotion to radiate light yourself."
"Well, I'm somewhat unique. The light itself has been with me for a very long time. I would often offhand and without prior knowledge cast divine spells. Eventually as I grew older I took this to be the gift of the light to me. And since then, I've wandered around Rune and Cypress trying to do what good I am able. The light sustains and protects me. So in exchange I try to offer the same to the needy. This Chaos Cult was it? They have defiled enough. I shall use the Divine power granted to me to bring their Lord's end and extend the Blessings of the light to their misguided sheep." She smiled, talking passionately about the Light appeared to be commonplace for Sulia in Jokulligr's eyes.
Jokulligr smiles at her words and nods. "I have no doubt in your ability to do just that. The strength of your bond with the Light is quite remarkable, friend Sulia. It is of great assurance to speak to someone with such passion for the Light's teachings."
She nods and blushes lightly, not used to compliments. "Well...I didn't choose the Light. It chose me...and I embraced it. And I try to spread it's gifts to the world. The rewards of service are indeed manyfold."
"That they are, and for them all we should be thankful. Be it in the beauty of nature or the happiness of one of the Light's children, all that we do in service of the Light is rewarded, no matter how small the action may at first seem."
"Ah, this is indeed a good day! I can gaze down at the beautiful world, and converse with good company. But I can't help feeling somewhat guilty as while I relax and enjoy this moment, others yet still suffer under the yoke of the Strife Lords. Still...on the other hand I can't do much out here." She trails off and then grins at Jokulligr. "Forgive me. I appear to be going off on a moral tangent."
The dragonman grins in turn and shakes his head. "That is quite alright. The way I see it, one should enjoy as much of life as one can, as life itself is the most precious of all of the Light's miracles. There is no need to feel guilty for embracing it when you can. Soon enough, we shall once again be activly pursuing our goal to end the Strife Lords' oppression of this world. Let us take this time to bask in these moments of peace the Light has bestowed upon us so that we will be ready to face the trials ahead."
She nods and turns to face the horizon. "I thank you. And now I think I shall be taking your advice. Aheh. I tend to overthink alot of things that really don't need that much thought. Ah well, not much to do but enjoy the moment. Might not get a day like this for awhile..." She trailed off into Silence and nodded, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon, her own thoughts weighing on her mind.
"You are most welcome. I suppose we all need time to think every now and then...indeed, it can be most helpful in dealing with one's burdens, when one does not wish to share them with others..." At this, Jokulligr also turns to face the horizon, thinking of the events that have transpired, and those still to come.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Mon Apr 24, 2006 10:20 pm
Isyndel sighed as she lay on the deck of the boat, staring at the sunlight. The air rushing to fill her lungs only gave her sparse relief; despite her fondness for the sea the boat still saw fit to disrupt her stomach for the day. All things considered, the woman seemed happy -- she wore clean clothes for what seemed the first days in awhile, none of which held the stink of sweat, or worse blood. The sea breeze was just as she remembered as a child, and truly nothing could be better than the feel of the sun against her skin. As a youth she recalled taking such things for granted and even now she still occasionally ignored the calling of the wind and sky for the breeze of turned pages in a candlelit room. But today she wanted to see the sun, to see life at perhaps its most still, and for one moment simply be Isyndel, and not the Wizardess or the scholar or the witch.
You seem content, a familiar voice disrupted.
Despite the surprise, the woman made no effort to move, sprawled under the sun with her arms behind her head and her legs crossed. I am sorry, does that not meet with your approval? she replied.
It suits me well, the voice of her familiar replied.
Does it now, Teth'in? Why, it seems very much to me that the last time you descended from your throne to speak that you very neatly enjoyed my distress.
Preposterous.
The only thing I see preposterous here is your selectively inept memory.
Witty retort, was the reply with a distinct ring of arrogance as the cat popped down on all fours from its hiding place.
Your gratitude is neither appreciated nor desired.
Of course not. Isy.
What? she spat, irritated.
Sleet traipsed purposefully around her as she lay. Something has changed in you. What has made you happy?
She blinked, inhaling deeply once more before slowly sitting up. I brushed my hair, Isyndel said in defiance.
Congratulations.
Once again I'm glad you approve. What do you want, Teth'in? I much prefer when the feline's personality is at work, since you seem everso bent on ruining my mood lately.
Can I not just inquire about your emotional state without you assuming there is more to my question?
You? Of course not.
Very well. I withdraw the question until further notice.
She grinned. Good. And for your considerable curiousity? There is no answer to your question, Isyndel lied.
Hmm. The cat stubbornly walked off.
The woman cast her eyes to the sky and lay back down again, thanking the clouds that she had only been marginally irritated.
((I'll have to check but there may have been a level up after the last battle.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Apr 25, 2006 3:33 am
Lilah glances out over the sea once more, "Tell me, Master Ninja, of thy homeland as I hath told thee of mine." Her eyes are yet alight with wonder at the sea before her but calmer. "In actuality, I have two homes... One in Hapon, the other in the Far East Village." Kyoji responds.
The Lillend turns her gaze back to the ninja, attentively, "Indeed? Tell me of thy homes."
"There's not much to tell. Both were small villages populated primarily by those who follow the path of ninjitsu," Kyoji says. "They were hidden from most travellers, we only traded with a select few."
Lilah smiles at this, "Thou art a man of few words, yet thy words carry great weight." Her eyes are kind and interested in the tale of the shadowy figure before her, "Tell me of thy journey on the path of ninjitsu. How didst thou fare during thy training? I hath heard that it is a difficult path to master..." She pauses, looking at him, "Of thy home, all thou hast to say is that it is hidden? What of thy family, were great in the art of ninjutsu as thou art?"
"My family were all ninja, but it was my uncle that surpassed all," Kyoji says, unable to keep a small bit of pride from his words. "He was Hanzou, of the Shining Force."
The smile of Lilah broadens slightly at this, "Ah... I hath heard that the greatest heroes of thy world doth form the Shining Force." She looks at Kyoji with a new appreciation, "It must be no small honor to thy family to hath such a relative."
"Indeed," Kyoji says, quietly, "My own training progressed well enough. It was difficult, but so are all worthy things to master."
Lilah listens quietly, watching Kyoji intently and with interest. She nods at this, "What of thy parents, wast thou guideth down the path to mastery by them or by a mentor?" She looks thoughtful for a moment, "In my own study of art, I found myself guided by many a helpful hand from elders..." Lilah then shrugs slight, "Although, I hath not approached my training in the same manner as thou hast, I suspect."
"I was trained by my uncle," Kyoji says.
Sulia decides to come down from the crow's nest, nodding politely at the dragonman servant of the Light. She then looked at the group assembled and then smiled to herself, moving away from them to go below decks...
The Lillend nods, "Quite an honor..." She then takes in a deep breath of the fresh sea air, glancing around, "Hath thou oft traveled before this quest? I wouldst know more of thy world, wondrous it doth appear to me."
"Primarily I travelled around the Hapon and Enrich areas, but I've been other places as well.. Anything in particular you wish to know?" Kyoji asks.
Lilah laughs lightly, "Ah... I hath heard nothing of thy world ere I wast brought here, I wouldst not know what to ask." A mischievous light sparkles in her eyes, "I know, tell me, of all that thou has beheld in this world, what hath thine eyes found the most beautiful?"
"Once I saw in my village a mother comforting her child after the youth accidently cut herself with a kitchen knife. Rather than scold her, she bound the wound and held her until she felt better. That I think, the tenderness I saw, was the most beautiful thing I have yet witnessed." Kyoji responds.
The Lillend grows quiet at this, a thoughtful expression on her face, "Indeed... Thou hath spoken wisely..." She looks out over the rolling waters, her eyes wistful, "...most wisely..."
"Are you all right?" Kyoji asks.
Lilah takes a moment to respond but does so with a soft smile, "I am well... I wast merely thinking of my home and my mother." Lilah looks at Kyoji intently, "...thy memory doest not causeth thee to do the same?"
"Yes, actually," Kyoji replies.
The Lillend nods slightly and turns back to the ocean in silence.
"I am curious... What was your mother like?" Kyoji asks.
Lilah turns back to the ninja, "I hath not seen her in many a year, traveling as I hath been from island to island perfecting my art." She sighs slightly, looking back over the ship, "She is beautiful and kind, a gentle soul and it doth carry in her song."
"My own mother was like that... Then again sometimes I wonder if all mothers appear so to their children..." Kyoji replies.
"Not likely, Kyoji. I'm sure there are some that view their mothers as abusive, even if they are not." Faralon says, finally speaking up.
"I doth not believe so..." Lilah answers, "I hath spoken to many who hath only ill to speak of their parents." A sad expression crosses her face, "It doth my heart ill to hear so...but perhaps it doth only show how wonderful mine is."
"True," Kyoji says.
Faralon asks with a smile, "I really wonder...heh...about the mothers of the Strife Lords."
The eyes of Lilah narrow, a faint glimmer of hate appearing in them, "While fiends art indeed born, I wouldst not say that thy hath mothers."
"Do they even have mothers..." Kyoji questions.
Faralon responds, "Everything has a mother - maybe not a birth mother...but something or someone that creates it. A baker could mother a cake, for example."
Lilah frowns, a disgusted expression on her face, "I hath heard of vast breeding pitts in the dark realms from which many a foul being is spawned." She pauses for a moment, sadness appearing in her eyes, "I doth not know how differently such things art for Archfiends, but I believe that they doth spawn offspring of succubi and slave..."
"Xadoss is a being of rock and flame. Erebeus appears to be living armor and shadow. I cannot imagine such coming from a womb," Lisa says, straight forwardly.
"That still doesn't mean they weren't created or born. Simply because we don't understand it doesn't mean it can't be true." Faralon adds, "A construct is 'born', but does not age. It isn't born from a womb, either. I'm sure they had a beginning somewhere."
"That's not what I'm saying, weren't you listening?" Lisa says with a frown, "I'm saying it's unlikely they were made in any way we know of."
Lilah nods, "Yes but knowing so little of their creation, we canst not use that knowledge against them."
Lisa nods.
The Lillend sighs, "...this topic doth weary me, tell me, Faralon of thy family? Thy brother doth travel with thee...what of thy parents?"
"Hm? Oh...my parents. They remain at home in our village...Brodaleaf...It's been so long..." Faralon trails off, thinking about his home.
Lilah smiles, "Art they musicians as thou and thy brother?"
Faralon looks out into the water as he speaks, "Mother was...Father was not much a musician, but he did support me. They actually bought me the very lute I still carry with me today."
Lilah smiles at this, "Indeed... Thou art fortunate that thy family doth support thee." She tilts her head, "Doth thou have other siblings?"
Faralon shakes his head, "No...it's just me and Ashathel. That's why they weren't at all happy to learn that we wanted to explore the world."
Lilah nods, "Ahh... I spoketh too such... My own brood was large, seventh in size."
The Lillend looks to the ninja, a curious expression on her face, "What of thy family, master ninja. Doth thou hath siblings?"
Kyoji is silent for a moment, "I had siblings."
A pained expression crosses the face of the Lillend, "I...I am sorry..." Her eyes filled with sorrow, Lilah reaches out and rests a hand lightly on the ninja's shoulder in support, "Were they close to thee?"
"Yes," Kyoji says. "My sister was killed during the raid on Dava's Mansion... I comfort myself with the fact she died with honor."
"That was your sister?" *Faralon says, surprised.
"Yes it was," Kyoji says.
Lilah squeezes the ninja's shoulder gently, then withdraws her hand.
There is a long moment of uncomfortable silence.
Then the Lillend reaches into her bag and pulls out a small golden brooch, "Thou art a courageous man..." She pins the brooch to Kyoji's tunic solemnly, then looks back out to the sea silently.
"Thank you... What is this gift?" Kyoji asks.
Damas' gaze turns towards Lilah, Kyoji, and Faralon. The sorcerer makes his way towards them, his movements graceful as always. However, when he tries to speak, no words come out of his mouth.
The voice of Lilah is soft but carries somehow despite the wind, "It is a token of courage... A badge of valor given to those who art worthy of bearing it." She does not turn back to the ninja.
"I thank you for this gift," Kyoji says, bowing.
Lilah replies softly, "It is a token of thy own courage, think not of it as a gift."
"Very well... but thank you nonetheless for bestowing it on me," Kyoji says.
Faralon looks back at Damas, "Hello?"
"Eh..." Damas' cheeks are bright red, and he looks to be quite embaressed.
Faralon gives Damas a weird look, "What?"
"Nothing," Damas murmurs.
Lisa looks at Kyoji oddly for a moment before shifting her gaze back to the sea.
Lilah stares silently out at the sea. This world is filled with pain and loss. It hath such great beauty yet...that beauty hath sorrow in equal measure...
"So...umm...how are you Faralon?" Damas asks brokenly.
The Lillend turns back at this, looking at Damas kindly, although a trace of sorrow lingers on her face.
Faralon replies, "I'm...fine. How are you doing?"
Damas sighs. "Well, I suppose, all things considered..." His gaze turns to Lilah for a moment.
Lilah smiles gently at the sorcerer at this, "Greetings, I am Lilah... I hath beheld thee afore this but this is the first time that I hath spoken with thee. Thou art?"
"Well met, Lilah. I am Damas Alcarin." Damas smiles and bows at the waist.
"Indeed..." Lilah responds kindly, "How art thou on this fair day?"
"As well as can be expected, all things considered," Damas replies.
The Lillend nods, looking at Damas for a long moment, "Art there many elves in this world?"
"I cannot really say," Damas admits.
Lilah looks at Damas intently, "I see..." A thoughtful expression crosses her face, "I didst ask this question of thy friend, the master ninja. Perhaps I shall ask it of thee as well... Of all that thou hast seen in this world, what strikest thou as most beautiful?"
"I love to lay on the grass beneath the beautiful night sky. I cannot explain why, but I find it comforting." Damas stares at the sky, the sun beating down on his face.
Lilah smiles softly at this, "The stars shining in the heavens art indeed beautiful... Though, I hath noted that they art different in thy realm then in my own."

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Apr 25, 2006 3:33 am
Sulia emerges from belowdecks, heading back up to the crow's nest. And yet when she reaches the top, she finds Jokulligr no longer there and a catfolk male is atop the nest, obviously on the lookout. He seemed very intent at his job and she quietly cleared her throat.
*Merkass' ears twitch as Sulia clears her throat. His eyes look to the left, then he slowly turns his head to look at her straight on. He simply looks at her, intently.*
"Greetings. I believe I saw you in the inn, however I do believe we have been introduced. I am Sulia, and you good sir?" She smiled placidly, content at being high in the air with the feel of the sun on her back.
: Merkass. *The catfolk says, matter-of-factly. He says no more for a few seconds, then speaks once again.*
: You are betrothed to the traitor, are you not?
She blinks slowly, and nods her head at the very blunt person before her. She pauses. "Merkass...? It appears that I am in your debt."
: How so? I have done nothing for you, particularly.
"The battle has been explained to me. While others sought to destroy my husband with arcane magicks, you instead fired blunted arrows, hoping to subdue him. It is in that capacity I thank you greatly." Sulia bowed formally to the Ranger, geniunely grateful, in a stiff sort of way.
: I see. While your husband may be an agent of evil, he was obviously delusional. Take comfort in knowing that I, a servant of the Goddess, will hunt your husband and the evil plaguing him to the ends of Rune. He will be brought back from the grip of evil. This, I promise you.
*Merkass makes his statement with a sense of duty and forcefulness. The word "evil" he spits out like a rotten piece of meat, but in reference to his oath and his desire to hunt evil out and purge it from the world he speaks deliberately and with great meaning and passion.*
*Merkass nods his head as Sulia bows, then he gracefully does the same.*
"Alas it is so alien to me. From when he was a small child I am told he was devoted to the Goddess. This Shailtor must have powerful mental tactics to subdue and thwart one as stubborn as him. Futhermore, I plan to find him, and bring him back with the grace of the light." She speaks quietly, calmly, yet it is obvious that she is speaking with serious conviction. A gentle light covers her as she speaks, and the Servant of the Light nods solemnly in promise to the stoic ranger before her.
: We share similar goals, then
"Indeed. Tell me, And I apologise if I am being too personal, but why did you embark on this journey with these people?" She asks the question with a curious look on her face. She had heard the monk's reasons, and wanted to hear his.
: I had been in Cypress for some time, and I felt I owed the city for what it had given me.
"I see...you have been with this group from the very start then?"
: I have. This group has taken me places which I had never imagined. As a plainsfolk, I am used to wandering. This is beyond that.
"I can only imagine the trials you've faced in your travels. It must not have been easy." She nodded again, the light around her vanishing. Indeed, it was as if she wasn't aware of it.
: It was never meant to be easy. Tell me, what of yourself? How did you meet your husband?
Sulia stiffened and frowned a little at this. "I met him on the same day we wed to tell the truth."
: Your marriage was arranged?
She chuckled a little from his quick perception. "Correct. It was the joining of two houses. Two Houses that carried considerable religious weight. Politics fueled our wedding, along with the desire to not displease our loved ones. Though personally I am not one for higher level church politics."
: You obviously came to love him, though.[/color]
Sulia turned to look out over the ocean as Merkass said this. "Aheh. Yes...I suppose you could say that." She sounded somewhat less convincing than before.
: Problems?
She nodded slightly. "I myself had no problems with the marriage as I didn't have any prospects. However...Amelios was deeply in love with a Kyantol girl he knew. And she felt the same. Eventually his family made him commit to it. He harboured no grudge against me, yet...we are married in name only. Amelios ran long range messages for the temple in Cypress and I...well, I travelled the lands getting rid of things that should not be. Such as Ghosts, Devils, and other such abominations."
: Indeed, your cause is a just one.
"I became quite skilled in doing what I do. As for the two of us...we met only every once in a while. Usually by chance."
: Neither made an effort to see the other?
"Aheh...We did try at first...but we are opposites. He is rash and firey...I am collected and calm. And...he did have a problem with the way I could outfight him...perhaps he felt unmanned?"
: Pride has ever been the greatest downfall.
*Merkass tightens his lips after he speaks. Maybe the Strife Lords would suffer a similar fate.*
"From what I saw...he was not usually, he was indeed a gentle man. And kind healer. I believe his problem lay in the fact that he could not protect people so easily..." She grinned and turned back to the ranger.
: Oh?
"Indeed...he didn't seem to like others getting hurt to protect him. But then...who would?"
: Of course
*Merkass thinks back to Amelios' roll in the group, then recalls the shining aura of light he acquired. Then, something dawned on him.*
: I noticed you have a radiant glow about you that increases and diminishes. Amelios acquired a similar ability. Are they related?
Sulia frowned, puzzled. "I...did not know he recieved such an ability. However, mine is a gift from the divine light as a sign of that which I serve. Did his do anything special?"
: Hmm... none that I noticed directly. It seemed to aversely affect undead and allow him to fire beams of light.
"...Mine unfortunately does not do such things. But I have had this...a very long time. It's glow is comforting to me."
: But it has been with you since you were born?
"Not quite that long. But I have always been able to call upon the lights power. Clerics pray and study...I find the ability natural. Once I started questing...the light appeared not long after."
: I understand. I began to catch hints of evil creatures on our travel. They would suddenly jump out to me as a rose, or cooked meat. Some time later, I began to sense evil creatures exactly, knowing who and where they were all around me. It can be overwhelming.
"I see...Pray forgive me friend Merkass. But I'd like to think for a while. I shall happily speak to you anon." She bowed again and departed swiftly down the ladder. She wondered why she had told him such things. Perhaps the light of his heart shone out to her?
*Merkass nods and turns back toward his post. She carried no hint of evil, and no trace of corruption followed her. She is strange, or at least different, but her heart and soul are in the right places. Merkass gazed over the oceans, longing for the plains once more.*

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Apr 25, 2006 4:10 am
((More scenes to come when I get hold of some peeps))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Apr 25, 2006 5:03 am
"Hey," Ashathel said, taking Faralon aside. "I hate to be a bother, but... have you talked to her yet?" *Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Actually, I have. I did just a bit after you left..." "Oh? And how did that go?" the elf asked, obviously curious. "I hope she understood..."
Faralon: "Better than I could have hoped for." *Faralon says with a smile.* Faralon: "She's apparently very understanding."
"Heh... how understanding are we talking here? Should I expect nephews anytime soon?" the bladesinger joked, nudging his brother.
Faralon: "We'll see." *Faralon says with a grin.*
"Heh... seriously, though... do you have any interest in having children? Ever?"
Faralon: "That's too early to tell. I have to worry about other things first, like saving the world." *Faralon says.* Faralon: "Who knows. Maybe I will want to have children when all this is over."
"Heh... hope they're better with a blade than you are, though," Ashathel said jokingly, turning his head to the side.
Faralon: "Please! I just know that I'm even better in magic!" *Faralon says, in a slight taunting manner, as Ashathel was originally the wizard of the two.*
"Haha... only because I stopped to let you catch up!" the swashbuckler said, shaking his finger in mock disdain. "Ahh... when will you learn you still can't best me in either?"
*Faralon smirks.* Faralon: "I think you underestimate my abilities, brother. I guess you missed it when I fizzled a large number of Shadow Demons simultaneously...And my other spells will become even better when I learn Yeesha's technique!"
"Heh... not only do I know it, but I shredded a Blood Armor in a matter of moments!" the bladesinger retorted. "And that's after taking a break to play the flute, no less!"
*Faralon chuckles.* Faralon: "I think you must have missed a few of my arrow shots as well, then! I got this bow for the very sake of taking down such things, after all..."
"Pfftt... that bow still needed a backup from my wondrous musical talents to do even half that well! You're slacking, Faralon... I'm becoming an even better musician than you now!"
Faralon: "I don't think so! My musical abilities are easily twice...no, four times as good as your own! I'm more than happy to shame you in that if you want to try to prove otherwise, however!" *Faralon says, mildly offended.*
"Hmm... grab your lute, I'll grab the flute... we'll see what the skies have to say about the matter!"
Faralon: "You're on!"
((Faralon's 33 vs. Ashathel's 12))
Ashathel's song is passable, but Faralon's skill easily puts him to shame in an instant. Faralon: "I will never slack in my musical abilities." *Faralon says with a grin. "You were doing better than I expected, though. I guess I'll just have to work harder at it."
((Faralon's 24 vs Ashathel's 26))
"I'm not through yet, though," he said, again putting the fine instrument to his lips before playing. This time, Ashathel displays a skill even he was unaware he had, producing such a sweet sound that even his brother's talents were momentarily dwarfed.
*Faralon grows angry, frustrated that his brother could even match - much less surpass - any of his songs.* Faralon: "One more time! This will end the draw!"
((Faralon's 40 vs Ashathel's 8))
"Indeed... it's one each, and I know you've got much better in your repetoire. Have at it!" Even with his words, however, the bladesinger's fingers falter, even as Faralon produces such a stunning sound Ashathel is forced to stop and admire it.
"Well, I know better than to continue when I've been bested; I'll give you your music, brother."
*Faralon smiles, now calmed from his own music.* Faralon: "Then I'll give you your sword-play. I can't match that, myself."
"Heh... then give us a song to calm the seas as we travel, while I show you the footwork that makes my swordsmanship so powerful!"
((Faralon 33 and Ashathel 26 [tumble performance] ))
And so, drawing the courtblade, the brothers Faesaen made for an impressive duo - the older's feet moving in tight, fluid steps as bobbed and weaved against an invisible opponent, while the younger's song seemed to part the very clouds in the sky and smooth the waves below...

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Apr 25, 2006 5:32 am
Lilah resting on the bow as the two brothers leave, a distant thoughtful expression on her face. As she rests there, her ears twitch at the sound of music from midship. With a curious frown, she looks back and watches the musical dual between Faralon and Ashathel. An amused somewhat smug grin crosses her face as they each attempt to out do the other. They cease their musical duel in favor of musical acrobatics. Still grinning, the Lillend joins in the song of Faralon matching him note for note perfectly.
[Peform: 8 + 34 = 42]
After a moment of this, she breaks away from him and takes mastery of the song. Her voice moving faster and higher than Faralon's can manage. The song is woven into a thing of supernatural beauty and delight. Where the song of Faralon had seemed to part the very sky and smooth the waves on which the vessel rode, the song of Lilah seems to call forth the brilliant light of the sun and the cool touch of the ocean breeze.
[Perform: 18 + 34 = 52]
Then, her voice dies down and returns to the original song of Faralon. Softly she fades from the song, leaving it to the elf. Her grin is wide now, immense pleasure evident on her face.
[Perform: 9 + 34 = 43]
Looking back over the sea, she stretches forth her wings and smiles joyously.
...
On the second day...
Cedric leans against the railing encircling the ship, his head lowered in prayer. Finally, he lifts his head and looks out over the seas.
"Cedric, correct?" Lisa asks, approaching the paladin.
The Paladin is wearing a simple white tunic and brown trousers, the only things that mark him as unusual are the circlet on his head, the hammer hanging on his back, and the holy symbol hanging from his neck. That...and his visage.
Lisa wears the same plate armor as she first appeared in. She hasn't taken off any piece of her attire since travelling with the group. Hood, cloak, tunic, gloves, her entire body is covered save for her face.
Cedric looks to Lisa, a calm but far from peaceful expression on his face, "Yes... Lady Lisa?"
"Are you all right? You are the leader of this group, and you're leading strongly, but to those who know the signs, there is pain still in your eyes," Lisa says.
A distant smile crosses Cedric's face as he replies quietly, "There is a reason for pain in the eyes of everyone among us... I...am no exception to this." He takes in a deep breath, looking back out over the ocean, "I must maintain inner calm if I am to continue on this path. To falter is to invite the devices of the enemy..." His voice lowers, "...as Amelios discovered..."
"This is true, but how can you go to war on the outside when you are not at peace within?" Lisa asks. She sighs, drawing her blade and examining it with both hands on either end for a moment. "It is somewhat hypocritical for me to say that, but it remains true," Lisa says with a sigh.
Cedric looks at Lisa oddly, "If I am to believe your story, you should understand as well as anyone that there are some wounds which only time can heal." He looks back out over the ocean, "...when peace cannot be had, one must settle for calm."
Lisa is silent for a moment. "When I was younger, I had a brother who was killed in front of me. Distraught, I sought to slay his killer. As the journey progressed, my resolve did not waver, but the pain did." Lisa continues, "However, though time was needed, it was the companionship I shared with my friends that accompanied me which allowed me to accept the loss."
"You have such companions as I did on that journey, but you're keeping yourself from them. Everyone here has lost someone. Kyoji lost his sister to the attack on Dava's mansion. That soldier lost his village. Even the sorceror lost his familiar, though that is not as near your loss." Lisa states.
Cedric closes his eyes, whispering in a pained voice, "Kyoji...why did you not tell me..." The Paladin is silent, before finally speaking in a quiet voice, "If they care to speak with me of my pain, they will come to me. The wound is to fresh...too new for me to approach them."
"I suspect that your ninja friend is much like you... I don't think he wanted to bother anyone with it," Lisa says, "It is difficult for most people to approach one another on such a subject... They fear it could make things worse by re-opening wounds that have begun to heal. If you need more time, so be it, but when you are ready, they will be there."
[CHA: 18 + 5 = 23]
Cedric replies in a low even voice, "You do not know them as I know them." He looks at her coldly, his eyes burning with intense but suppressed anger, "You were not there when Shailtor first visited us, when in the last moment of freedom we had before he reached into our minds, they stood unmoving save for Ryhir and myself." His fists tighten on the railing, "You were not there for the countless bickering and complains...over things that mattered not. You were not there when a woman new to our number sacrificed her very life to save my father." His voice is low but his words are nearly spat out, "A needless sacrifice if any number of them had taken the slightest concern for my family over their own well being." The mighty frame of the Paladin trembles as if wishing to lash out, "You did not swear all of your strength to their protection, only to watch so many of them turn against you...again and again..." Cedric stops, his faced tense and flushed, his voice hissed through clamped teeth, "I know who my friends are in this expedition. One of them died so my father would live... When the time comes, I will talk to them of my pain." He turns away, looking back over the seas and taking in a deep breaths, "I will not open myself to the others who are so clearly indifferent." His face begins to return to its normal hue and his body slowly begins to grow calm.
Lisa is surprised by this reaction, her composure off put for once. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't know. Everyone seems to get along so well..." Lisa stops speaking, then closes her eyes. "I apologize, then. I just thought perhaps I could spare you some pain."
Cedric is silent for a long time, then takes in a breath and replies in a voice that is both distant and sad, "I...know. I apologize, you are correct that I need to speak with others about this...such an outburst is a clear indication..." His voice wavers, "...but I cannot...must not...allow my emotions to fracture this expedition."
"That is why I thought you should speak to someone... Emotions are a funny thing. You can think you have them under control only to be proven incorrect at the most inappropriate time," Lisa says. "And often those who try to control their pain and hide it from sight are those who hurt most of all."
Cedric does not turn to face her but nods, "...yes...." He looks up across the rolling sea, "I...I do not understand you... I have no reason to trust you, every reason not to. I know it yet somehow...I find myself revealing more and more to you." The voice of the Paladin is troubled as he states this.
"If it's any consolation, it's much the same with me... I haven't talked this much outside of the mission or with... I haven't talked this much in a while." Lisa replies in a puzzled voice.
"The Strife Lords have quelled the strongest nations...and even the Gods..." Cedric states quietly, "...but even they are subject to fickle fate..." He continues, "...perhaps, all of us were ordained to journey here together, so that they might finally taste defeat." He slowly straightens, "I was unfair, all of them are good people. There are just a few among them who have stood by me in times of crisis...when the others could not."
"I can't comment... My group was far smaller, and we were close knit because of it," Lisa says, looking around the ship.
Cedric looks at her quietly for a long moment, then speaks, "You should be cautious wearing heavy armor over the waves." He turns away, stating quietly, "In times of strife, look to Kyoji, Faralon, Ashathel, Ryhir, and Zook."
Lisa nods. "I will keep that in mind." She then looks over her armored body. "I know... The armor is holy, forged for me at the onset of my quest using techniques originating from my home. It... comforts me."
Cedric smiles kindly, "I understand that... While my armor is newly acquired, I have a bond with a hammer in a manner similar to one you share with your armor and sword." He looks out over the sea, "It is a constant in a world of change."
Lisa's hand goes to her sword. She draws it from its sheath and looks at it for a long while. "A bond... You have no idea how right you are."
Cedric glances back at her, curiously.
Lisa offers the sword to Cedric, "Please hold the blade for a moment."
The Paladin hesitates, looking at her questioningly, then holds out a hand.
Lisa hands the sword to Cedric. The Paladin holds the blade intently, at first lightly then cautiously as if it were something precious. He looks at it in confusion for a moment, then hands it back to Lisa gently.
His voice is quiet when he speaks, "I understand so very little..." He looks at Lisa's face, "It is strange, both you and are your sword are nothing at all what you appear to be yet somehow are everything you seem to be." He sighs, a weary expression on his face, "Thank you for your advise... I only pray that one day I might return the favor to you." He bows slightly and withdraws.
...
Traitors... Deaths... A long walk home...
Oh my! Time for new squad listings.
Zook! You're in command!
Squad 1:
Leader: Ashathel
Merkass, Jokulligr, Sulia, Gabriel, Ryhir
Squad 2:
Leader: Zook
Aurik, Kethra, Laika, Kanmeshi, Castor
Magic
Leader: Faralon
Rhizor, Isyndel, Damas
Strike
Brand, Kyoji, Lilah
Go for great fishsticks and an all around good time.

Posted by: FreedomJu Tue Apr 25, 2006 4:05 pm
Van sets a relentless pace for the journey to his village, only stopping when Acacia needs to rest. Even then he finds himself unable to sleep and spends the nights standing guard over their camp. The few times he does sleep it is filled with nightmarish images that wake him soon after he fell asleep.
OOC: Updated char sheet for everyone....
Name: Van Akei
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Alignment: Neutral Good
EXP: 59900
Size: Medium
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 162
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dirty blonde
Skin: Light tan
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HP: 89/89
AC: 19
INIT: 4
FORT: 9
REF: 5
WILL: 4
Base Attack Bonus: +11/6/1
HD: d10
Base Movement: 30
== Abilities ==
STR: 18 (20) (+5)
DEX: 14 (+2)
CON: 14 (+2)
INT: 11(+0)
WIS: 10 (+0)
CHA: 9 (-1)
== Skills ==
Jump (8)
Craft (8)
Intimidate (9)
Tumble (11)
== Feats ==
Dodge
Power Attack
Cleave
Mobility
Spring Attack
Combat Expertise
Combat Reflexes
Improved Trip
Distracting Attack
Deft Opportunist
Hold the Line (You may make an attack of opportunity against a charging opponent who enters an area you threaten. Your attack of opportunity happens immediately before the charge attack is resolved.)
== Languages ==
(O) Common
(0) Giant
== Weapons ==
Sweeping Guisarme +1 made out of Flametouched Iron
+4 on Trip/STR checks and weapon is Good-aligned.
== Armor ==
+3 Chain Shirt
Ring of Protection +1
== Inventory ==
Lamp
Tent
Waterskin
3 chunks of cheese
3 chunks of meat
Backpack
Dagger for carving wood
Block of wood
Gauntlets of Ogre STR
CSW
2 CMW
1 Protection from Arrows
1 Haste
2379 GP
5 SP
9 CP

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Apr 25, 2006 9:59 pm
The boat trip only takes another five days after the second. The progress is hampered somewhat by constant attacks by sea monsters, but the Cypress Expeditionary Force is able to defeat them easily with their tried and true strength. The sun is shining and the sea spraying into the air around the front of the ship as it sails into the fortified Uranbatol harbor. The port city has grown large since the last Shining War, growing to engulf and incorporate Balbazak's old fortress into the city proper. Ships of many nations cluster around the busy port, the troubling times having made travel a suddenly booming business as people wish to flee certain areas, transport cargo and wares for armies to others, and other more and less ethical reasons.
The ship, which is the Happy Hippocampus, sails into the harbor and docks.
Yeesha promptly bursts out from the cabin.
"Yeeeeeah! Free at last! I thought that sea voyage would never end! All that rocking and shaking and the fish for breakfast, lunch and dinner!" Yeesha exults. "Finally!"
: "Now all that remains is to find our objective..." Kyoji says, then he winces for a moment as he realizes something. "Er... Lady Lilah, perhaps you should remain on the ship... You're not exactly... inconspicuous?"

Posted by: Aldur Tue Apr 25, 2006 10:05 pm
Sulia smiles, outside as the boat docked, enjoying the spray in her face. She had hoped she had begun to prove her to the Shining Force she now travelled with. She noting the Lady Yeesha's outbursts and chuckled, moving towards the exit of the ship.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Apr 25, 2006 10:14 pm
Lilah pauses, looking at the city with evident disappointment then slowly nods, "I understand..." The Lillend slips to the far side of the vessel and leans against the railing staring out at the sea with a frown. Cedric, once again in full plate, nods to Kyoji, then looks around the group, "We have no idea what we're looking for, be discrete, keep on your guard and stay in small groups. We'll meet back here at the evening meal..." The Paladin looks at the city for a long moment, then starts forward, "Kyoji, Brand... You're with me." He starts walking down the plank to the docks, then pauses, glancing back at Lisa, "You can accompany us as well, if you wish." He then starts towards the town.
There are a large number of refugees from Alterone and Guardiana here. A few have fled from Rindo and Manarina as well, not wanting to get caught in the growing conflict.
"Very well," Lisa says, moving towards Cedric's group.
"I'll go invisible now, just in case," Kyoji says as he melts from sight.
Cedric nods and begins walking down the street, his eyes inventively scanning the crowd.
"Wait... Did you hear that?" Kyoji asks, suddenly.
Cedric shakes his head slightly, not bothering to turn to the invisible ninja.
"I heard it too. A scream for help," Lisa says as she unsheathes her sword and readies an odd shield with a scabbard built into its back.
"This way," Lisa says, calmly.
Cedric frowns, "Lead on."
"She already is," Kyoji remakes wryly.

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