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Posted by: Rusty Thu Jul 21, 2005 7:11 pm
((...I'll make an action later tonight. Carry on.))

Posted by: Damas Heretic Thu Jul 21, 2005 7:12 pm
((Meant to edit my last action, but the topic got locked. So here you are)) "Great, now I'm defenseless except for my spells and a crossbow. Why couldn't I have trained to be a warrior or something?" Damas grumbles this to himself and looks around slowly his eye twitching slightly seeing some of the undead were looking his way now.
"Oh shit..."
He moves south away from the undead as far as he can go, then turns his sights on the two near Isyndel. Almost as a reaction, he fires an acid arrow at the one southeast of her.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Jul 21, 2005 7:13 pm
((And since you have no dice, I'll roll for you. Acid Arrow attack: 18 + 5 = 23 Damage: 4 + 3 = 7 acid damage))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Jul 21, 2005 7:47 pm
((Listen check: 1 + 5 = 6)) Zook's ears are filled with a deafening cackle as the new monsters manifest. Deciding against taking the time to reload, he runs over to the nearest luster of ghouls, extracting what appears to be a small, dark grey apple. Pulling a pin out with his teeth, Zook hurls the ball into the center of the undead, still too far away for a clear shot.
((Move 20' east, readying a grenade as he does so. Throw the grenade at the square in the midst of the nearest set of ghouls.
Attack roll: 11 + 5 = 16, -2 or -4 depending on how many range increments out of reach it is. TUM said I only have to beat AC 10.
Damage roll: 2d6 = 6 + 4 = 10 Damage))

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Jul 21, 2005 8:58 pm
((LIsten check D20 + 8 + 3 = 6 + 8 +3 = 17)) Laika's ears perked up when he heard the thunder errupt from behind him. He then heard Brand yell out directions, and Laika decided to comply as he knew Brand had the highground and could see what was going on.
A little disapointed how he had been so close to spilling more blood... but Laika figured that saving the one that lead them on this mission would probably be a good thing, so he did so, running as fas as he could, hoping that he'd be able to get there fast enough to kill something.
((yeah, so I ran 160' which by my calculations takes me well off the current map.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Thu Jul 21, 2005 9:50 pm
((Initiative Roll: 18 + 3 = 21)) ((Listen Roll: 20 + 2 Ranks Racial + 1 Wis = 21)) ((Knowledge Arcana Roll: 2 + 6 ranks + 3 Int=11)) She certainly heard what she thought she heard when the spell struck in the direction of Lady Yeesha's cart. Something seemed odd about the entire situation and more foes popping up only added to her concern. Something was amiss, not that there was any time to sort and discern it.
Two zombies appeared just nearby her and she moved instinctively, though not in the direction that she wanted nor felt the need to. With a few simple movements of her hands and words in an ancient language she let loose with a ray of pure energy towards one of her friendly guests.
((Move action - Move southwest, away from the carts and zombies, maximum distance allowed))
((Spell Cast: Disrupt Undead, targetting the zombie struck by the Acid Arrow if Initiative or whatnot permits that action (as in if Isyndel actually saw the arrow strike or target and could choose, if not target closest one).
Ranged Attack Roll - 16 + 1 BAB + 3 Dex = 20.
Damage Roll: 4
Remaining Spells:
0 - Daze, Detect Magic, Resistance
1 - Burning Hands, Sleep
2 - Otrant's Acid Arrow, Mirror Image))

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Jul 21, 2005 9:56 pm
((Listen Check: 20 + 9 = 29. Mama, I think I can hear angels!)) *The sounds of a crackling thunderbolt can be heard in the distance, and soon everyone's shouts to protect Yeesha affirm that he heard it come from her direction. A number of people already seem to be running off, but they couldn't forget their objective here as well. Even if Yeesha had come under attack she could more than likely fend for herself. Afterall, she is a wizard of great renown.*
: DO NOT FLEE TO YEESHA'S AID, EVERYONE! WE HAVE WORK TO DO HERE AS WELL!
*Though his vision was blocked regarding the events transpiring in Yeesha's direction, Merkass assumed the situation would be handled. They would have to clear a path through, anyway, and he intended to begin doing just that. One of their mages appeared to have been ambushed by the rising zombies, and if she was to remain free of their clutches and they were to get to the Lady Yeesha, then these new undead would need to be removed. Grasping his longsword tightly in both hands, Merkass moved hastily back down the battlefield, he came quickly to the nearest risen zombie. Its bloodthirsty look and sharpened features were of no consequence to him. The safety of all was paramount, and his distaste for their kind hardened his resolve. He twisted his arms in a powerful upward arc, slashing deeply into the carcass of this foul, ghoulish creature.*
((10' move south and attack that zombie. If it's dead, then move into its space and attack the other one.
ATTACK
1d20 + 4 + 1 = 20 + 5 = auto hit
No threat (undead are immune to crits)
DAMAGE
1d8 + 2*1.5 + 1 = 5 + 4 = 9 damage (Longsword - slashing)))

Posted by: Big Poppa Fri Jul 22, 2005 1:47 am
*Aurik moves northeast* ((30 speed)) ((using Greater turning (sun Domain) 1/day Turn check = d20 + Cha Mod + 2 = 13 + 3 + 2 = 18 Success I'm thinkin 2d6+6= 3 + 4 + 6 = 13 ))
*Aurik points his religious symbol at the undead*
"Begone beasts of restlessness!"

Posted by: Kyosokun Fri Jul 22, 2005 2:05 am
((Question, can someone post the map to this topic, so ppl don't have to switch to look at it? >_>))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Jul 22, 2005 2:25 am

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Jul 22, 2005 2:44 am
((Since Vox stole my thunder on reposting the map, here's something else that's quite important INITIATIVE ORDER (DM) Kethra________22 (Arc) Ashathel______21 (Don) Isyndel______21
(Damas) Damas____19
(Freedom) Van_____19
(Aldur) Amelios_____19
(Rusty) Faralon_____18
(Cy) Castor _______18
(Kyo) Ryhir________17
(Scare) Aurik______16
(Knight) Merkass___14
(Vox) Zook________14
GREENBOUND WOLVES
(CM) Rhizor_______14
(WD) Brand_______13
(Twitch) Gabriel____13
(Cent) Elias_______12*
(Nightmare) Laika__10
*Yes, Cent, you rolled a 20, but you also rolled init at the beginning of the battle and it was a 12.
EVERYONE PAY ATTENTION TO THE INITIATIVE ORDER AND THE GAME, EVEN AFTER YOU'VE POSTED!!!
If someone who goes before you initiative makes a move that kills your enemy (be it Area of Effect magic, or just plain kills it, renders it helpless, etc...) be sure to modify your post accordingly! Wasting your turn hitting a dead enemy will not help any.
Also, here's the list of affected undead outward from Aurik in order
1-2) Both Purple Zombies by Isyndel (Same Distance)
3-4) Left and Down for the lowest + formation of purple zombies (Same Distance)
5-6) Up and Right for the lowest + formation of purple zombies (Same Distance)
7) Lowest Zombie in the normal web
8) Zombie on the bottom edge of the briar web
9) Zombie on the right edge of the normal web
And of course, this is excluding any undead that may be within 60' below him (30' South of the map's coverage)
Yes, I have too much time on my hands to figure this crap out.))

Posted by: Big Poppa Fri Jul 22, 2005 6:08 am

QUOTE (Knight_019 @ Thu Jul 21, 2005 6:44 pm)
(( Also, here's the list of affected undead outward from Aurik in order 1-2) Both Purple Zombies by Isyndel (Same Distance) 3-4) Left and Down for the lowest + formation of purple zombies (Same Distance) 5-6) Up and Right for the lowest + formation of purple zombies (Same Distance)
7) Lowest Zombie in the normal web
8) Zombie on the bottom edge of the briar web
9) Zombie on the right edge of the normal web
And of course, this is excluding any undead that may be within 60' below him (30' South of the map's coverage)
Yes, I have too much time on my hands to figure this crap out.))

(( lolz pwn ))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Jul 22, 2005 7:48 am
((Listen check...10 + 5 = 15. Passed. Barely.)) *Cursed undead...I loathe the undead. Looks like there are more wretched undead headed our way... Faralon takes another 5 foot step, aiming for the nearest undead. (Preferrably a non-turned one) As he swiftly zips two arrows at it, he hears the sound of a bolt of lightning. I wonder...if that is Lady Yeesha's spell or an opponent's?*
((Roll to hit...1d20 - 2 + 7 + 1 = 20.
Damage: 8 + 1 = 9.
Roll to hit...1d20 - 2 + 7 + 1 = 21.
Damage: 6 + 1 = 7.))
:
"Fear not, my allies,
though more undead rise;
We'll vanquish them
back to the ground!
But this I must ask,
whilst still on our task;
Do you hear that
magical sound?"

Posted by: Cyrus Fri Jul 22, 2005 9:49 am
[Listen check = 17 + 1 = 18. Initiative = 15 + 3 = 18. Could've sworn I've done this before. Have an idea in mind, but don't know if I can do it. I'll edit or post when I have some idea of it's plausibility.]

Posted by: Century Fri Jul 22, 2005 3:15 pm

QUOTE (Knight_019 @ Fri Jul 22, 2005 1:44 am)
*Yes, Cent, you rolled a 20, but you also rolled init at the beginning of the battle and it was a 12.

(( Lol :S
Dude - we rolling init once per battle, or once per round? ))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Jul 22, 2005 4:01 pm
[Initiative 7] [Listen 9] [Spot 13] Cedric grins at the words of his flying comrade, "You look to the wizardess, I'll worry about the moral state of the undead." Shifting the hammer in his hands, he swings at the only zombie nearby with all of his strength behind the blow.
[Power Attack 3]
[Attack Roll 14 + 9 - 3 = 20]
[Damage 6 + 7 + 6 = 19]
((Zombie is defeated.))
Cedric nods slightly as the deanimated corpse falls, "Be at rest... Be free from this hellish torment."
((Zombie survives.))
Cedric frowns at the still standin zombie and glances to the north, "I would give much to free you but I must look to the living..."
((In either case, provoking an AoO in one, Cedric does the following.))
Cedric makes his way to the hard pressed north of the caravan, when the newly appeared undead are converging. He nods to the warrior who had just exited the wagon as he approaches, "It is forunate that the Goddess send us your way, friend. Let us give these poor souls rest so that you may continue on your journey."
((Cedric moves one square north of Van or as close as possible.))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Jul 22, 2005 4:01 pm
((Once per battle.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jul 22, 2005 6:39 pm
"Are you joking??? We're not stepping out of these carts until those things are dead... again! They can't get us in here!" the voice from the northern cart counters. Kethra runs toward the cart and off the map as Faralon shoots two arrows at the new undead. As his arrows hit home and the creature falls, he notices that against these new opponents his arrows have regular effect once more.
Laika runs off the map as Isyndel strikes the same ghoul struck by the acid arrow with her beam.
Merkass deals a hefty blow as he moves into combat with the undead, but he realizes that something is off... These creatures look too fast and cunning for regular zombies.
((Knowledge:Religion/Undead:15 DC. These are ghouls, not zombies.))
Aurik causes one of ghouls in the group to the south to flee just as Zook flings a grenade that stikes all of the ghouls in the southeast cluster, tearing their flesh with shrapnel. The same effect causes the ghouls nearest Aurik to attempt to flee as well, giving the opportunity for free attacks as they flee. Merkass manages to slay his, but Aurik misses his opponent.
((AoOs provoked. Ghoul destroyed.))
: "Unfortunately, I am otherwise engaged right now. I will follow when I can," Kyoji says in response to Brand as he takes two slashes at the ghoul in front of him. Both hit, one ripping open the monster's chest, the other lopping of its head.
((18, 15. Hit, hit. 17 damage total. Ghoul destroyed. Ghost Step used.))
The ghouls move forward, not knowing where the ninja had vanished to until he appeared from thin air to slash at one of them.
((AoO on one of the ghouls and missed.))
Two of them turn to deal with the ninja while the last one moves to deal with Amelios.
((5, 9, 3. All miss.))
The ghouls hit only air, though. Meanwhile, their comrades mob Cedric and Van on the other side of the cart.
((20, confirming crit: 12. Not confirmed. 15, miss. 9, miss. 7, miss. 4 damage to Cedric and Fort save DC 12 or be paralyzed.))
One of ghouls manages to latch onto an exposed portion of Cedric's arm and gleefully bite into it.
((Just a note, if I have to edit your action in, I count it as when it comes in, not when you would've gone according to your initiative.))
Asathel's arrow fells one of the fleeing ghouls as Ryhir slashes deep into his opponent.
((Ghoul opposing Ryhir and Amelios is at 1 HP.))
Two of the ghouls advance on Castor, biting at his flesh with their slavering jaws. The first misses, but the second latches onto the minotaur's throat and rips off a chunk of flesh that causes a gout of blood to spray out.
((10, miss. Natural 20. Confirming critical: 21. (one away from a crit upgrade...) CRITICAL HIT! Fort save failed. 6x2= 12 damage to Castor! Castor is paralyzed for 5 rounds.))
As the bite hits, Castor feels numb, unable to act as he can only watch in horror as the ghouls feast on his still living flesh.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Jul 22, 2005 7:03 pm
"Oho... new foes, I see! Perhaps they fear my bow more than these undead..." Ashathel said, drawing another arrow before letting it soar through the air towards the closest of the new monsters. ((Attack: 1d20+ 6 (+1 from song) = 25 Damage: 1d6+3 (+1 from song) = 9))

Posted by: Big Poppa Fri Jul 22, 2005 7:59 pm
*Aurik rushes over to Castor* ((Speed 30, he's close enough for it)) "The power of Volcanon compels you, Comrad!" *And with that Aurik places a hand on Castor's back* ((Dropping Comprehend Language for Spontraneous casting of CLW Cure Light Wounds: 1d8+ 3 = 6+3 = 9))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Jul 22, 2005 8:29 pm
((Spot = 8+9= 17, Listen = 16+7 = 23. Before I take my action, can you tell me if I can see anything more?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jul 22, 2005 8:45 pm
((It has come to my attention that Greater Turning does not grant a bonus to turn checks, rather it destroys undead outright. Since two of the ghouls affected were killed by AoOs and archer fire, I make the following ruling. Asathel's arrow now hit and killed the southern Webbed zombie instead, since the two near Merkass and Aurik would've been blasted. Also, the ghoul that did not critical Castor is now dead. He's not there. Sorry for the confusion. -The Management.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Jul 22, 2005 9:13 pm
Brand glances back, watching his allies struggling against the undead. For a moment, he's torn between flying back to their aid, and the need to aid the sorceress in her fight. But the sorceress knew about the prince, knew their contact here in Japon, and more imporantly, was guarding their supplies, food, water, and any gear his allies had not brought into battle. Without those vital supplies, their quest would end before it had begun.
Growling softly to himself, the birdman hurtles himself southward, flying swiftly to the aid of the sorceress.
(Full flight, at 160'.)

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Jul 22, 2005 9:26 pm
((Taking control of Amelios at Aldur's request.)) Amelios once again brandishes his holy symbol at the undead. ''By Mitula's grace, I bid you all begone!!" ((Turn check; 3 + 2 + 2 = 7 or 2 + 1 = 3 HD Damage check; 3 + 2 + 2 + 3 = 10))
---
Cackling feverishly, Zook lobs another grenade to land at the foot of the ghoul near Castor.
((Throw grenade at the remaining ghoul.
Attack roll; 15 + 5 = 20
Damage roll; 3 + 1 = 4))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Jul 22, 2005 10:06 pm
((NEW MAP... because I'm that good )) *Merkass sensing something strange about these undead, but he can't place his finger on it. They're certainly less brainless and more capable than the zombies they had been facing, but if they were a new type of zombie or different creature he couldn't say.*
((Knowledge: 1d20 + 3 + 2 (Favored Enemy) = 9 + 5 = 14. So close.))
*Merkass notices, however, that some of his allies' shots seem to be working more effectively against these new creatures, and decides to try again. Simultaneously sheathing his longsword and drawing his longbow, Merkass checks for a target. The paladin and their new ally seemed to have become boxed in against one of the carts and were outnumbered as well. Such uneven odds would not stand, so Merkass knocks an arrow, takes aim, and lets it fly, aiming for the ghoul just South of Van.*
((1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 4 + 11 = 15
Damage
1d8 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 8 + 4 = 12 damage.
Hopefully that will break the entrapment.))

Posted by: Critical Mass Sat Jul 23, 2005 1:27 am
((Sorry I've been gone. Totalling your car tends to do that. Init 14.)) Eyclone finishes the spell he'd been chanelling and two wolves spring into being to the right of the top cart, one directly northeast of Cedric and the other two squares south of Van.. except anyone can tell these are no ordinary wolves. Each wolf is strangely green, and a closer look reveals this is because they're entirely covered with a thick sheet of moss instead of fur. In fact, the wolves in their entirety seem to be plants: thick corded vines for legs, pointed wooden teeth, even clumped bunches of leaves for tails.
The wolves let out a deep growl and immediately tear into the ghouls in front of them.
Attack: 5 +1 WF +1 BAB +4 Str = 11, miss?
Attack: 9 +6 = 15, hit?
Damage: 3 +4 Str = 7
Trip: 4 +4 Str = 8
The wolf northeast of Cedric misses his target but the southern one tears a chunk out of his ghoul and attempts to wrestle it to the ground.
Rhizor then notices Castor's condition and charges into the assaulting ghoul, bringing down his club in a powerful overhead swing.
Attack: 18 +2 charge +3 BAB -1 Str = 22
Damage: 5 -1 Str = 4
AC 13 until next round
Greenbound Wolf
Size/Type: Medium Plant (Augmented Animal)
HD: 2D8+8 (17 HP)
Initiative: +3
Speed: 50 ft. (10 squares)
Armor Class: 21 (+3 Dex, +8 natural), touch 13, flat-footed 18
Base Attack/Grapple: +1/+9
Attack: Bite +6 melee (1d6+4) or Slam +5 melee (1d6+4)
Full Attack: Bite +6 melee (1d6+4) or Slam +5 melee (1d6+4)
Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.
Special Attacks: Trip, spell-like abilities
Special Qualities: Low-light vision, scent, damage reduction 10/magic and slashing, fast healing 3, grapple bonus, plant traits, tremorsense, resistance to cold and electricity 10
Saves: Fort +7, Ref +6, Will +1
Abilities: Str 19, Dex 17, Con 19, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 10
Skills: Hide +3, Listen +3, Move Silently +4, Spot +3, Survival +1*
Feats: Track, Weapon Focus (bite)
Trip (Ex): A wolf that hits with a bite attack can attempt to trip the opponent (+4 check modifier) as a free action without making a touch attack or provoking an attack of opportunity. If the attempt fails, the opponent cannot react to trip the wolf.
Spell-like abilities (Sp): At will - Entangle, Pass Without Trace, Speak with Plants; 1/day - Wall of Thorns; caster level 2; save DC 10 + spell level
Grapple bonus (Ex): The thorny hooks on a greenbound creature's hands and feet give it a +4 bonus on grapple checks
Tremorsense (Ex): A greenbound wolf can automatically sense the location of anything within 60 ft that is within contact with the ground.
Skills: A greenbound wolf has a +4 racial bonus on Survival checks when tracking by scent and a +16 racial bonus on hide and move silently checks made in forested areas.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Jul 23, 2005 3:21 am
[FORT Save 9 + 9 = 18] [Knowledge(Religion) 3 + 4 = 7] Cedric jerks his arm free from the teeth of the fallen creature, a bright light shining in his eyes, his voice deep and fell, "In the name of the Goddess, I charge thee to return to the grave!!!" He hefts his hammer into the air and a soft light surrounds it, "Mitula!!! Grant me thy aid!!!" With this cry, he slams his weapon pulsating with light down upon the foul form before him.
[Power Attack 3]
[Smite Evil]
[Attack Roll 17 + 9 + 4 -3 = 27]
[Damage Roll 1 + 7 + 6 + 3 = 17]
((Figures that I would roll a 1 for damage. ))

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Jul 23, 2005 6:03 am
((Spot: D20 + 8 + 3 = 14 + 11 = 25 Listen: D20 + 8 + 3 = 15 + 11 = 26 I think I may have passed those... so I'll edit in my action once I figure out what's going on with lady Yeesha.))

Posted by: Critical Mass Sat Jul 23, 2005 8:38 am
((Oh yeah, spot 29 and listen 33))

Posted by: Cyrus Sat Jul 23, 2005 3:13 pm
[Knowledge check = 17.] If this was the way the entire mission was gonna be like, Castor could only cringe at his prospects. Well, he would, if he could move his facial muscles...or any muscles, for that matter. Seems that's the case when a ghoul bites you, you go down like a tipped cow. He let out a mental sigh. In the meantime, the mercenary was stuck pondering what the hell was happening to him. He had taken so long thinking about his action, he had missed the part about the ghouls suddenly popping out of the woodwork and going to town on his now mangled arm. First of all, lost in thought. He didn't even want to tackle this now, it'd probably just make him miss on the whole rest of the battle, and he'd get his skull crushed or something. Not that he'd be seeing much through all the dirt he was staring at, but being distracted wouldn't help. Second, ghouls. All he knew about these thingswere that they were smarter, more ravenous, and messier eaters than zombies could ever hope to be. If it's the last thing he was going to do, he was not going to become some kind of buffet for the slightly-less-brainless undead. Of course, it didn't help his ego that he was getting help, as one of the clerics began healing him and the anthro-bat began clubbing the undead gourmet in a attempt to drive it back. Castor attempted a growl, as a "get away from that one, I want to rip him in half," but all he could manage was a half-hearted "Nrrrrrrrrrgh." And the final straw was that his employer was under attack as he spo---eh, thought. Now, even if they beat back these life-challenged stiffs, they might still fail the mission, and he wasn't gonna get paid.
Oh yeah, he was a whole lot of useless.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Jul 23, 2005 4:56 pm
((Ok, since I am well off the map now... Listen check: 18 Spot check: 23 And since Eric has expressed to me that I have permission to control Damas in battle when he's not around or taking too long, here you are)) Damas stands where he is, grinning in satisfaction that his spell worked the way it was supposed to. As the battle rages on around him, he turns his gaze to Castor and the ghoul near him. With his keen elven eyes, he notices that the large warrior is rigid, and comes to the conclusion that he has been paralyzed. Though a little bit reluctant, he holds forth his hand towards the ghoul and two blue energy missiles spring forth from it, slamming into the ghouls side.
((First missile: 4 + 1 = 5 damage
Second missile: 3 + 1 = 4 damage
Total damage: 9))
((Spells left:
Lv 0: 6
Lv 1: 5
Lv 2: 0))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Jul 23, 2005 9:01 pm
Asathel's arrows fell one of the trapped zombies in the web as Zook's bomb detonates, blasting apart its undead target. Meanwhile Merkass' arrow goes through the head of its monstrous target, felling the foul fiend fast. Rhizor's plantwolves leap into the fray, teh one near Cedric failing to strike, but the one near Van latches onto its prey and although it fails to bring it to the ground, it does cause damage. Rhizor himself manages to clonk the redying ghoul on the head shortly after Zook's bomb goes off, making double sure the creature stays dead.
Cedric, hammer filled with holy might, caves in the chest of the ghoul he attacks, golden light streaming from the hammer into the undead and disintegrating it.
((Redirecting Damas's spell to nearest active ghoul.))
Damas' spell slams into the ghoul damaged by the plantwolf, destroying the magic that binds the creature to this plane and causing it to fall lifeless to the dirt.
Amelio's turn has no effect on the undead.
Kyoji twirls his swords around and slashes into one of the ghouls attacking him, nearly decapitating the foul creature.
((Hit, hit, 11 damage total to northern ghoul.))
The pair of undead attacking Kyoji attack again, but one leaves itself open for a counterattack as it does so! The other ghoul manages to claw open a small gash in the ninja's side, though.
((Miss, hit, miss. Miss, Critical miss. 4 total damage to Kyoji.))
Kyoji counterattacks with a devastating sword slash that finishes the job of decapitating the northern ghoul.
((Hit. 6 damage.))
The final ghoul engaging Cedric lands a lucky hit that does little damage.
((18, hit. 2 damage. Make a Fort save or be paralyzed.))
The ghoul attacking Amelios manages to land a hit with his jaws, then a devastating claw attack to the side of the head!
((Hit, miss, Critical hit! 12 damage total, make a Fort save or be paralyzed.))
Brand and the others finally arrive near the cart to see with is going on. Yeesha stands upright in the cart, throwing fire magic at a small group of ghouls assaulting her. She appears tired, but unhurt as the smoldering piles of four slain ghouls attest to her combat capability. However, five ghouls remain.
((Map unavailable for Brand and company. Starting range: 100' to ghouls.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Jul 23, 2005 9:35 pm
Zook, no longer pressed for time, loads his rifle and moves north. ((North 20', load rifle))

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Jul 23, 2005 9:49 pm
Glad to see that Lady Yeesha appeared to be ok, Laika quickly turned his attention towards the ghouls threatening her. Laika definitely liked the odds of getting to rip into their flesh, rushing towards them but not going to far to make sure that he doesn't get swarmed by all five of them at once.
((Double move 80' towards the ghouls leaving 20' between him and the group of them.))

Posted by: Century Sat Jul 23, 2005 10:06 pm
~Finding himself somehow having managed to end up outside of the "battlefield", Elias pulls his spear from the quivering corpse, and looks around to see where he has managed to get himself to. South of him, Elias notices that a lone undead creature is being demolished by a group including green wolves - from where they had emerged he had no idea, though he sensed a faint magical aura~
~As he turned his attention away, he noticed a kerfuffle in the woodland to his east. The Ninja seemed to be holding his own, though Elias, tired from the exertion of his previous attack, instead focussed his mind on another spell, chanting mysterious words as the air around him cools rapidly. A gust of freezing wind travels quickly towards his target, the last creature fighting the Ninja, whereupon shards of ice form out of the air, striking the monster unerringly~
(( Cast Lesser Freeze: 5 + (2x3) = 11 damage
Spells left:
0th - Ray of Frost; detect Magic; Open/Close; Read Magic
1st - Mage Armour; Lesser Blaze
2nd - Lesser Freeze
))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Jul 24, 2005 2:44 am
[FORT Save 3 + 9 = 12] ((Dice enjoy scaring me...)) Cedric pulls back for a moment with a wince, "Eh...if I were not under the blessings of the Goddess, you would draw me into the dark abyss... Instead, I shall return thee to the light!" The Paladin hefts his hammer to the side once again and with his full strength behind the blow slams it at the once living being.
[Power Attack 3]
[Attack Roll: 19 + 9 - 3 = 25]
[Damage Roll: 10 + 7 + 6 = 23]

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun Jul 24, 2005 3:16 am
((I think this is okay. Will pretty it up tomorrow, gotta go to bed. Move action - Northeast to close the range. Spell Cast - Otrant's Acid Arrow at Zombie harassing Amelio if there is a clear shot. Lacking dice however, and too lazy to turn AIM on to do so for the time being. If action's okay, feel free to let Rusty, Kev, or TUM roll. Or really whoever so long as TUM's okay with it.))

Posted by: Critical Mass Sun Jul 24, 2005 12:21 pm
Satisfied that Castor is safe from harm, Eyclone takes to the sky once again and flies northwest over the carts and at the nearest ghoul, striking with his club. The attack hits home with a dull thud just as the wolf near Cedric attacks its own ghoul, but the bite misses by a hair. The second wolf races all the way around the cart to the ghoul on the other side and tears into the ghoul with a solid bite, using its significant leverage to try and topple to ghoul to the ground.
((Rhizor charges to one square north of Ryhir and attacks the ghoul, attack 14 damage 4. The northern wolf misses its target and the southern wolf moves one square above the ghoul I just attacked and makes an attack of its own, attack 23 damage 7 trip 20))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sun Jul 24, 2005 10:37 pm
"Lady Yeesha!" Brand shouts as he wings his way towards the combatants. "Help is on the way! Fall back if you can, but keep up the fight!" To the others, he calls out, "Hold in front of the Lady. Let her dispatch what enemies she can before they close to us, and then we can finish what foes remain. We need not win, only hold till our allies arrive."
Action: If ghouls can close in or have closed in to melee range with Yeesha, move x4 to place myself between the ghouls and the spellcaster. Otherwise, move x4 to put myself just in front of Yeesha, where she can still use area-of-effect spells on our enemies.
((OOC: Now I'm wishing I still had my shield and javelins...))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Jul 25, 2005 12:18 am
The remaining ghouls not trapped and turned are dispatched by the latest round of attacks. The others are easily destroyed as they are helpless in a web of either thorns and vines, or just plain web. : "I've got them, I've got them..." Yeesha mutters as Brand swoops down in front of her. She speaks a few words of power and focus her will as pits of fire and balls of flame cascade down from the sky onto the cartand surrounding area. The ghouls shriek as their bodies are consumed by the flame, yet somehow Yeesha, her allies, and the cart and forest remain untouched by the flames.
VICTORY!!! EVERYONE GAINS 1000 XP!

Posted by: Aldur Mon Jul 25, 2005 12:23 am
(( fort save= 18+4= 22. I so got lucky. )) Amelios grimaces in pain from the bite form the undead foe, cursing that his turning attempts had come to nothing. He retreated back towards his allies near the first cart, (( or as close to as possible)) clutching at his wound, hoping his comrades weren't also injured. He shut his eyes and put one hand over the wound, letting the healing light bathe his wound, and soothe his pain.
(( Cure light wounds...5+3= 8 damage healed.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Jul 25, 2005 1:34 am
"My word..." Kethra makes her way towards Yeesha and looks up at her, the half elf's eyes wide with shock. "Lady Yeesha, that was...amazing..." She pauses in her speech for a moment, and then remembers that they had left the rest of the party behind.
"I am glad to see that you are alright, my lady. We left the rest of the group behind though, and I am...a little bit worried about Damas... Do you think they have fared well?"
((Eric is home now, some I hope he'll post within the next day. I understand he's tired after the trip))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Jul 25, 2005 8:24 am
Weary yet exhilarated from his first taste of battle, Zook stows his rifle again. Before heading back to the Lady Yeesha, Zook surreptitiously scans the erchants' carts for anything out of the ordinary. He finds nothing. Whistling, the gnome runs over the battle in his head as he makes his way back to the carts sent forth by Cypress. He had found some great measure inspiration in what had transpired. The failings of the longbow were at the back of his mind, however, as he contemplated his own weapon. Takes too long to reload, Zook thinks. I'm sure I can find a way around that.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Jul 25, 2005 8:41 am
: "I don't hear any screams of horrible pain, so they can't be doing that poorly. Come now, let's catch up to the rest of them. What was going on, anyway? You left me in the cart," Yeesha says as she urges the cart horses forward.

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Jul 25, 2005 12:29 pm
Cedric lowers his weapon as the last of the foul undead fall and glances around, "The enemy has been driven away. Quickly now, travelers come from your wagons and tend to the damage. You will not make it far if another of your horses should die. Make haste, for every zombie one sees there are twenty more shuffling about nearby." Turning, Cedric walks down through the caravan looking about with keen eyes. As he nears Castor, he stops and slings his hammer before holding both of his hands over the vicious wound torn into the warrior's flesh. The wound glows for a moment and it heals although the paralyzation does not yet fade. Withdrawing his hands, Cedric looks around the battlefield once again, "Well fought friend. Feel no shame in being taken in by the foul methods of the undead. Just remember the next time you face them." This said, the Holy Knight continues to walks among the caravan helping with repairs and attempting to calm any panicked merchants.
[Lay on Hands - Castor recovers 12 HP]

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Jul 25, 2005 3:02 pm
"Undead attacked what looked like a merchant train, my lady. Though weak, as undead go, and possessing no magical talents beyond their undeath itself and a paralyzing bite, their bodies were neither rotten nor torn, as I would have expected zombies to be. Furthermore, they had the train surrounded when we arrived. From what I've heard, though you would know better, most zombies do not possess enough intelligence to do that. They would just swarm towards the nearest meat, not take the time to surround them and cut off escape, even if they possess the speed."
"It could be that the one who summoned them is nearby." the birdman notes. "But I doubt there will be any undead left for you to question. Your team fights well, my lady."
To Laika and Kethra, he smiles grimly and nods. "Well done. Few fighters can disengage the enemy, even when our rear is threatened. It's good to know the team has warriors, not just fools who can swing a sword."
Whistling for Hardfoot to follow, he turns once more to the lady. "It might be good to make our way to the others with the carts. You can speak with the train we defended. Their knowledge of what lies ahead of us could prove useful." And with grin, he adds, "And I wouldn't mind the chance to try bartering with them, myself."

Posted by: Damas Heretic Mon Jul 25, 2005 5:42 pm
Being the battle was over Damas proceeds to find Kethra kind of stepping over the remains of the zombies and walking past some of the otherâ€™s who seemed to be all right from what he could see. â€œUndead monsters humph it doesnâ€™t get any better than that.â€
He grumbles this to himself obviously being sarcastic as he finds Kethra standing near Yeesha.
â€œWell your still alive thatâ€™s good to see I was beginning to think you had become dinner for those monsters.â€

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Jul 25, 2005 5:46 pm
"I...um...thank you. It is good to know that I am being useful." Kethra blushes slightly but tries to shrug it off as they make their way back towards the group. About half way there, she stops dead in her tracks when Damas approaches them. "No offense Damas, but I was more worried about you being a ghoul's dinner. It warms my heart to hear you say that, though."

Posted by: Damas Heretic Mon Jul 25, 2005 5:57 pm
â€œThink nothing of it milady I was merely concerned because you are far more useful than myself. Without my magic I am nothing.â€

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Jul 25, 2005 6:31 pm
"Don't come down on yourself, Damas. All of us have strength, just merely different types." Kethra smiles and pats him on the shoulder.

Posted by: Rusty Mon Jul 25, 2005 8:00 pm
*Picking his lute back up, and putting it away, Faralon heads over towards Kethra and Damas, hearing the last bits of their conversation.* ((If I absolutely have to make a Listen check, I rolled a 14, so thats +5 = 19.)) : You know, for a wizard, you're surprisingly ashamed of your line of study. I'd think you'd take a bit more pride in your field of work. If you wanted to be a warrior, why did you study magic, then?

Posted by: Damas Heretic Mon Jul 25, 2005 8:48 pm
Damas glances over to Faralon and shakes his head. â€œI havenâ€™t the talent to be a warrior and being a sorcerer the use of magic comes natural to me. I have practiced with my dagger so I am not completely helpless without my spells but I could not hold off enemies with that alone if my life depended on it.â€

Posted by: Rusty Mon Jul 25, 2005 8:55 pm
: Ah, a sorceror. Why, then, should you doubt your abilities? You're not to be on the front lines anyway. That would be like sending a warrior to unlock a magical seal. Kethra's right: well have our strengths and weaknesses. Try to understand that and you might help a bit more.
*I'm not one to fight on the front lines, either, but I won't be found moping about it. It's dangerous up there, anyway, Faralon thinks to himself. Ah well...If this fool wants to get himself killed, so be it. I certainly won't protect him on the battlefield. And that half-elf...She sure is odd. Why is she spending so much time with him when he's done nothing but annoy her? Then again...Maybe they're travelling together. I don't know, I haven't seen them apart much...*
: In any case, it's good we stopped those zombies and ghouls. I wonder, though...Where did they come from?

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Jul 25, 2005 9:20 pm
((Faralon is just jealous )) "I wonder about that too." Kethra looks between the two for a moment, and begins to get a feeling in her gut that the air between Damas and Faralon is not exactly friendly. "Why I have this feeling, I don't know, but something tells me that there is some tension between you two. It probably isn't my business, and I don't know if I'm right or not, but I suggest you two at least try to get along. We will be working together, after all."
((Sense motive: 22))

Posted by: Century Mon Jul 25, 2005 9:27 pm
~Preening the feathers on his wing, Elias sidles up to Damas, understanding the sorcerer's feelings on the strength of his abilities~ "Don't worry, friend," he said as he placed a talonned hand on Damas' shoulder. "I was brought up with the ideals of the warrior strong in my family, and yet my first inclination was towards magic. Be who you are - you may be nothing more, but you will never be anything less. Be the best spellcaster you can be, but don't pretend to be anything different. Be careful, but... Whatever you are, you are more than an asset to our party."
~With a birdman's best attempt at a smile, Elias hoped his words would mean something to the sorcerer. But he couldn't help but feel they weren't anything but shallow - this attack warranted his full attention, not the feelings of a man estranged from his own abilities. He worked his way towards Yeesha, hoping nothing untoward had happened to her~

Posted by: Aldur Mon Jul 25, 2005 11:33 pm
(( Listen check if I require it. =P 15+2=17)) Amelios mopved towards the cart that Yeesha was in, and heard the last parts of the conversation. He grinned but said nothing at all, wondering they could be any more obvious about it...of course, the cleric mused he could be wrong. He was wrong quite a lot.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Jul 25, 2005 11:47 pm
: "Right, then," Yeesha says with a nod, urging the cart forward to meet the merchants. -------------- The merchants and their guards bustle around, repairing slight damage to their carts and attaching the horseless cart to one with two. A slight scare is had when the dead horse rises suddenly and attempts to bite one of the caravan guards, but the creature is swiftly put down by a spear thrust from another of the guardsmen. As the caravan is busied with their work, Yeesha and the group approaches.
: "Is there a head merchant to speak to around here?" Yeesha asks.
"Er... Not as such, my lady," one of the merchants says. "We're all independent merchants, on our way to Cypress. What do you wish? Were these your men that defended us? We are grateful for your aid in this manner and I know I for one, will offer a discount on my wares should you deign to purchase any..."
: "That's nice, but I need to know why you were attacked. Zombies don't just come from nowhere, and they don't have the intelligence to set up an ambush..." Yeesha replies as a chuckle issues from one of the carts. A man with slightly spiky brown hair in a grayish blue cape and fine clothes exits one of the merchant carts with a flourish, accompanied by two younger men in similiar garb.
"Someone's asking for information and you don't send them my way, Aric? I'm simply shocked and hurt," the man says with an exaggerated pout. The merchant Yeesha was talking to, 'Aric' apparently, winces and gestures to the new arrival.
"Er... This is Derrik..." Aric begins, but Yeesha cuts him off.
: "I know who he is... A jackass," Yeesha says with a sigh as she turns to Derrik. "Your sense of timing, is as always, masterful."
Derrik's Theme: http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Vox/Derrik's_Theme.mid
"Isn't it though?" Derrik asks with a grin. "How'd those fireworks I sold to you work out?"
: "They did their job. Might I ask what you're doing here?" Yeesha asks. "I don't suppose you'd happen to know what's going on here?"
"Are you asking me for free information?" Derrik asks with a huge grin. "Yeeshie, Yeeshie, Yeeshie, you know me better than that. I'll tell you what I know for... hmmm... A kiss? On the lips? With tongue?"
: "Wow. A come on within the first minute of speech. You're getting quicker," Yeesha comments drily after rolling her eyes.
"Well, I'm usual not so quick with things of that nature..." Derrik replies, but one of his younger companions with red hair cuts in.
"Or maybe your name is fitting 'cause you're SWIFT and it's a JOKE," the young man says with a grin. Derrik rolls his eyes and turns to him.
"Now, what the hell was that? First of all, you don't insult ME, you're supposed to be on MY side! Second of all, that was poorly worded. That could've been taken as an attempt to mock my skills or might've been taken as a comment that my first request with a quick jest. Precision, precision, precision!" Derriks berates the teenager as he looks down. Derrik throws up his arms. "Gah! You'll be an apprentice forever at this rate. Well here's a swift joke for you, you're on clean up detail for the rest of the trip!"
"What? You've got to be... Awwww MAN," the teenager mutters as he turns and walks back into the cart. Derrik turns back to Yeesha.
"Now, where were we... Ah yes, I was ensnaring you with my irresistable charms," Derriks says with a grin. Yeesha holds up a hand and fire flickers in the palm. Without missing a beat, Derrik continues. "Ooooooor we get down to business. Hundred gold?"
: "Fifty."
"Seventy."
: "Deal."
"Excellent," Derrik says, reaching out his hand and taking seven pieces of platinum from Yeesha's hand. "There has been a lot of undead activity in the wilderness of Cypress lately. You said zombies don't come from anywhere, but there have been a lot of missing people and a lot of zombies showing up prowling the woods. Search parties go out and don't come back, then more zombies pop up. Doesn't take a genius, such as myself, to see the link. Heh... Ehehehe... See the link..."
: "Well, I already knew about all the missing people, that's why the Prince went on his expedition anyway, to find the cause and stop it," Yeesha says, then she frowns. "But I didn't hear about all the undead..."
"The undead starting showing up only a few days before the Prince left. I'm not suprised word hadn't reached you until now," Derrik says, still smirking. "Anyway, pretty much all travel through the uncivilized areas is being handled by caravans and guards now. There have been rumors of caravan ambushes like these for a few days now. They've gotten everyone pretty paranoid. So many weapon sales! You wouldn't believe the profit margins I've been..."
Yeesha glares at Derrik who shakes his head and smiles.
"Anyway. So that's what seventy gold gets you," Derrik replies.
: "You know, we saved your caravan, you could be a little less of a jackass," Yeesha says, tiredly.
"What? Stop being a jackass? Lose my coveted title??? NEVER!" Derrik declares, sternly. Then he smiles again and winks at Yeesha. "Buuuuut since you did come charging in so gallantly..." Derrik says as he rifles around in a pouch, withdrawing a piece of parchment and handing it to Yeesha.
: "What's this?"
"It's a Calling Contract. It can be hard to find a good merchant these days, especially those of us who deal in... rare items? So to help out select customers, these contracts were made. Quite simply you speak the words along the bottom and I show up, ready to do some business," Derrik says. His grin widens as a thought occurs to him. "Aaaaand if you wanted to do a little... heh... more involved busi..."
: "No."
"Just checking!" Derrik replies, his grin not falling out of place for a second. "I'll keep a supply of healing potions with your name on it if your group is going to be anything like a few of the other select customers I give these out to! Ho ho!"
: "How do these work? It's a teleportation effect then?" Yeesha asks.
"Similar to the Egress spell," Derrik nods.
: "And you only show up if someone speaks the words here?" Yeesha asks.
"Yep."
Yeesha sighs.
: "Well, having a merchant on call wouldn't be a bad thing to have... even if he is a jackass..." Yeesha mutters.
"I LIVE to SERVE, milady," Derrik says with an exaggerated bow. "If you or any of your group need to buy anything, I think we'll be taking a short rest here, if not camping for the night."

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Jul 26, 2005 2:12 am
Isyndel passed by the small assemblance and grimaced, and a look of surprise caused her mouth to draw agape. The Wizardess clutched her spellbook and walked toward the crowd quietly. "Leave it to one of your kind," Isyndel said, eyes cast at Damas with a sneer, "to simplify such a wondrous thing as the arcane into a mere tool. A fool I am to think you would be worth talking to after that mess."
She cocked her nose into the air and snapped her head to remove stray strands of hair from her face as she continued walking away from everyone else. Finally, she found a rock to lean upon as she began to read, feeling Sleet's eyes on her from the shadow of a nearby tree.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Jul 26, 2005 2:20 am
Zook hops down from the cart and walks over to Derrik. Keeping a hand clenched over his coin purse while he speaks, he asks Derrik, "Might I have a look at any metallic componenture you have on hand, or any scrap metal with which you'd be willing to part?"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Jul 26, 2005 2:56 am
((Bickering already, are we?)) Kethra gasps as Isyndel insults Damas and then proceeds to walk away. Unable to stand by and allow such a thing to occur, she follows the wizardess. "I know nothing of you, but I do know that you have no right to speak to Damas the way you did just now. Do you think you are better than him or something? Well if that is so then get that thought out of your mind right now, because you are no better than him or any of us. You cannot just insult and come down on people who don't share your views. Now, I believe you owe him an apology."

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jul 26, 2005 3:07 am
(( listen check: 13+2=15...again..heh)) Amelios walks over towards Kethra and puts a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head. he smiles at her, eyes seeming amused. "I think it would be better to let the man himself fight his own battles. I'm sure your concern has been appreciated however." His smile breaks into a poker face so to speak and he whispers towards Kethra. "This world is vast...and you cannot storm about like this. It is...unadvisable. I would concentrate on hiding your emotions."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Jul 26, 2005 3:13 am
"Hiding your emotions is sometimes no different than lying to others, or to yourself. I just can't stand people like her who think they have the right to talk to people like that. I will say no more, but if Damas wants to take care of this, stay out of it. It is within his right to bed angry with her."

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jul 26, 2005 3:23 am
"That's what I mean. Why don't you and I leave them to it? They'd understand better than us." He sighed heavily and shook his head, attempting once again to get his point across to the young lady. He again whispered to her. "You could also be causing Damas offense. He may feel shamed or embarassed you spoke up without being asked. It's better to let them handle it."

Posted by: Damas Heretic Tue Jul 26, 2005 3:26 am
Damas stands there for a moment, his eyes following the wizardess Isyndel as she walks away from him. His crimson red eyes narrow and his features contort with barely restrained anger. He reaches for his dagger at first, but decides against it and walks over to where Amelios, Kethra, and Isyndel are.
"Kethra, I appreciate your concern, but this is my problem, not yours. As for you cleric, I would suggest you mind your own business from now on, for there are others in this world that would not tolerate your nosiness."
He then turns his gaze to Isyndel and speaks a firm tone, barely able to restrain the anger and embarrassment that he is feeling right now.
"You may think that you are above me witch, but you are sorely mistaken. I could have easily let those two ghouls tear you to shreds, but I helped you out of the goodness of my heart, and this is how you treat me? If you insist on being such a snot nosed brat, do not expect any such favors in the future."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Jul 26, 2005 3:30 am
((I rolled 18 for his listen check, but he forgot to post it. *Sigh* I hope this gets resolved in a somewhat peaceful fashion))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jul 26, 2005 3:31 am
Amelios sighed again, and decided enough of this childish arguing was enough. he cursed the fact he got involved. "Watch your mouth boy. I'm an easygoing person, and I do have a name. I was speaking on your behalf, and this how you treat me? I'd advise that all three of you learn how to act in the world outside your heads." Amelios watched away, seeking older and more mature company. He wandered over to Zook, and looked with interest as he was talking with Derrik.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Jul 26, 2005 3:51 am
"Please forgive me for saying anything Damas. It was not my place." Kethra follows after Amelios, speaking in a pleading tone. "Amelios, I am very sorry if I said anything to offend you. You were right; it was not my place to say anything. I know I have to work on it myself, but I don't like to see people fight. However, I will try to keep what you said in mind. And please do not judge them too harshly. From what I know of elves, they are very fickle and tend to express themselves freely. All three of us are still young, but I am sure we'll grow out of it." Meekly. "Pardon me for disturbing you. I shall leave now."
She sighs heavily and walks away.

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jul 26, 2005 3:58 am
Amelios nods to himself as she turns to go and begins thinking while watching Zook barter. He looks back at the departing girl for a moment, smiling imperceptibly. She'll be alright...if she can just cool that temper. He then turns back to Zook, looking over the supplies that interested him. He watched from close by, not meaning to intrude.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Jul 26, 2005 4:00 am
(('Night everyone))

Posted by: Damas Heretic Tue Jul 26, 2005 4:16 am
"You know what? It isn't even worth my time fighting with you. Now if you'll excuse me." Damas sighs heavily and walks off, trying to find a place where he can be alone for a little while.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Jul 26, 2005 5:36 am
"And when those transactions are finished," Ashathel said, walking up behind Zook, "I'd like to purchase some arrows from you. Serpentstongue, if you have them."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jul 26, 2005 5:59 am

QUOTE
It is within his right to bed angry with her.

"Wow, that's a right I wouldn't mind having. Blue haired elf mage action!" Derrik comments with a grin. "But the cleric ain't kidding. You have the worst poker face I've seen since I managed to gamble the Devil Lance right from Eric's nose! Aren't you monks supposed to be all disciplined and such? Your training has a long way to go!"
Derrik then shrugs. "Buuuuuut who am I to complain?" Derrik's grin gets wider. "It's not as if the fate of the world hinged on your every action..."
Then Kethra walks away, glumly.
"Wait! You have to take everything I say with a grain of salt! Salt! It's only a gold a package, come on!" Derrik says as she leaves.
Then Asathel and Zook approach with their requests. Derrik whirls around, a gleam in his eye.
"Do I hear the impending arrival of coins in my pocket? Why yes! I think I do!" Derrik says as he turns to Zook. "You're a tinker! I've got some things you might be interested in! Various salvaged parts from Ancient machines, tinker tools, things like that! I'll give you the parts for eight... No, five hundred 'cause I like you. As for the archer, I sell Serpentstongue arrows at 4 gold a pop! What a steal!"
--------
"You caused quite a stir with those comments of yours," a quiet voice comments behind and above Isyndel.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Jul 26, 2005 6:15 am
Zook eyes the character warily. He knew gnomes who carried themselves in this manner, as flashbang grenades that never die out, every inch the effusive, abrasive smoothtalker. Yeesha obviously didn't trust him, as well. "Can I see them?"

Posted by: Rusty Tue Jul 26, 2005 6:16 am
: We do not have any witches in our party, Sorceror. Our Paladin would have detected one if one were with us, I would think. Now, as for your other comment...I personally would take that as a threat - and if that's the case, I don't think you can be trusted, if you would allow an ally - friend or not, to be slaughtered by ghouls if given the opportunity.
*Faralon glares at Damas. She didn't exactly say the nicest things to him, but I can understand that she may have been insulted at his poor attitude towards magic. Regardless, that's absolutely no reason to make such threats to her. This Sorceror is bothering me more and more with each passing second.*
: Now, I think I shall go buy some more arrows, since I doubt I'll be on the front lines much, if at all.
*Faralon walks towards Derrik and the other merchants.*
: G'day. I don't suppose any of you fine gentlemen are selling arrows?

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jul 26, 2005 6:37 am
"All kinds!" Derrik says with a grin as he first hands Zook a large bag, then turns to Faralon. "What do you need?"

Posted by: Rusty Tue Jul 26, 2005 6:55 am
: Oh, just some plain arrows would do. Maybe twenty? That should hold me for a little while, I think.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Jul 26, 2005 6:57 am
Zook sifts through the bag, careful not to damage any of the finer components. He is impressed by what he sees - a large share of varied machine parts in good condition, obviously given extra care upon their salvage - but the gnome struggles to remain nonplussed as he looks up at Derrik.
"500, you said?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jul 26, 2005 6:59 am
"Yep. 500," Derrik replies. Then he leans over to Faralon. "I noticed your reaction to the monk... Having women problems?"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Jul 26, 2005 7:09 am
Zook reaches into his sack and extracts a small, empty change purse. From his larger coin bag he extracts fifty platinum, depositing it into the purse. He hands the purse to Derrik and walks away with mumbled thanks, entranced by the possiblities these new toys afforded him.

Posted by: Rusty Tue Jul 26, 2005 7:10 am
*Faralon hands Derrik a gold piece, taking the twenty arrows as he replies.* : Eh... *Faralon whispers.* : Monk? Ah...yes...Well...She seems to have some sort of relationship with that Sorceror already, even though he has been nothing but rude to her and everyone else since I met him. She doesn't pay me much attention when he's nearby...So yes, I guess a bit.
*How embarrassing. But why should I not be surprised? She is, after all, a monk. Monks aren't exactly easy to get with. Oh, but the challenge...It's a very tempting thought indeed. Faralon was embarrassed, though, that he should have to admit to having any sort of women problems. He has always been very popular with women, which may have made him a bit overconfident. Perhaps it is just that realization that is starting to take form in the shape of embarrassment. Faralon swallows his pride and speaks again.*
: Why do you ask?

Posted by: Critical Mass Tue Jul 26, 2005 7:15 am
Eyclone approaches Damas from behind and whispers low to him over the sorcerer's shoulder. "One more threat. Make one more threat and you will not be with us in the morning. I will not tolerate your attitude in the group I am entrusting my life to." Without waiting for a response, without giving the elf the time to make one, Eyclone takes to the air and heads for Derrik's cart to see if the merchant had anything of interest.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Jul 26, 2005 7:25 am
Ashathel nodded thankfully as he grabbed the bundle of arrows, but hung back to listen to his brother's conversation with Swiftjoke. Keeping close and yet hidden, he made out much of the conversation, though some bits missed him. So... that's what he's up to, eh? he thought, a smile forming on his face as the point of the discussion became clear. Perhaps I'll have a chat with him about it later...

Posted by: Critical Mass Tue Jul 26, 2005 8:17 am
When Faralon and the archers are finished with their business with Swiftjoke, Rhizor approaches the merchant. "There's something I've been looking for for some time now. Something extremely rare. Tell me, Swiftjoke, do you know anything of exotic animals?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jul 26, 2005 8:20 am
"A bit, a bit. What did you have in mind?" Derrik asks.

Posted by: Critical Mass Tue Jul 26, 2005 8:41 am
"I've been in search of an extremely rare creature known as the fleshraker dinosaur for quite some time now. I would pay handsomely if you could somehow make this search come to an end. Do not get me wrong, I do not want one captured and brought to me in shackles, but.. I would greatly appreciate any information that would lead me to one in the wild." Rhizor tries to prevent too much anxiousness from entering his voice, but it's obvious he is very eager to hear the answer.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Jul 26, 2005 3:14 pm
"Undead created without a magic-user nearby? Disturbing news." Brand muses to himself as he watches the team work out their own problems, cleaning his own sword's edge with an oiled rag. With a final glance along the edge of his weapon, and a distasteful one for Swiftjoke, Brand sheaths the blade with a familiar ease, and walks down the path to retrieve his shield, javelins and haversack.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jul 26, 2005 6:14 pm
((Unless you clearly stated arrows were among them, no. You said trade goods, and that usually means various sellable things.)) Derrik turns to talk to Rhizor again. "Much to my shame, I do not have what you seek at this time. But... I'll keep my eyes out and when I find it, I'll let you know the next time I see you. No charge until I find it."

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Jul 26, 2005 6:50 pm
[Diplomacy 12 + 10 = 22] After a bit, Cedric approaches one of the merchants with a solemn face, "You came close to death today, my friend. All that stood between you and the abyss was a meager wooden wagon and the spears of some guards. Facing death, did you look back upon your life?" Cedric looks intently into the man's eyes, "When your body is cold and lifeless, what good will gold do you? I have sensed the corruption within you, do not allow it to grow until it consumes you. Do not take advantage of those in need, for when you were in need the Goddess send aid your way. If you turn your back on the other children of the light and focus only on yourself, you will fall into the darkness. Think on my words and repent before it is too late..."
((The Merchant in question is not the jerk but rather the one who was tainted with evil, marine. Cedric waited until he could approach the fellow by himself, he wasn't out to make a public display of him.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Jul 26, 2005 7:03 pm
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Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jul 26, 2005 7:08 pm
Baleeted.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Jul 26, 2005 7:24 pm
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Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jul 26, 2005 7:31 pm
Time Paradox! This post never happened.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Jul 26, 2005 7:38 pm
((TUM, this is getting kinda silly. According to the quote I posted, you said arrows on sale, 4 gp a pop. From that, I took it to mean 4 gp per arrow, which is crazy and well worth my char stepping in for. Now, if this was just a case of my misreading the post, or the post saying something you didn't intend, I will be happy to go back and delete my previous posts, since a 1 gp increase is well within the realm of supply and demand, and not worth my char stepping in. Your call. Did he mean originally, in a way that was clear to all observers, 4 gp for 20 arrows, in which case my char did not step in, or is he just trying to cover himself for a 2667% increase?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jul 26, 2005 7:51 pm

QUOTE (Wandering Dezorian @ Tue Jul 26, 2005 7:38 pm)
((TUM, this is getting kinda silly. According to the quote I posted, you said arrows on sale, 4 gp a pop. From that, I took it to mean 4 gp per arrow, which is crazy and well worth my char stepping in for. Now, if this was just a case of my misreading the post, or the post saying something you didn't intend, I will be happy to go back and delete my previous posts, since a 1 gp increase is well within the realm of supply and demand, and not worth my char stepping in. Your call. Did he mean originally, in a way that was clear to all observers, 4 gp for 20 arrows, in which case my char did not step in, or is he just trying to cover himself for a 2667% increase?))

((Actually, I asked what price the arrows were in chat and I got the respone "3 gp per." I assumed they meant per arrow, which seemed off, but they were special arrows, so I shrugged and thought nothing more of it. Now you're saying that the actual price for Serpentstongue arrows is 3 gp per bundle, which makes more sense and is something I'm willing to accept on faith. However, since Derrik already said 'per pop', I figured I'd just have it so he meant something and it just came out the other. It would be out of character for him not to know the price and to overcharge by such a margin. So, yeah. It was per bundle.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Jul 26, 2005 7:55 pm
((Righto. I'll go ahead and delete the previous posts.)) ((... Time Paradox? *chuckles*))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Jul 26, 2005 8:15 pm
**EDITED** Kethra wanders around the area on her own for a little while, thinking about the confrontation between Damas and Isyndel. She has noticed that others have approached him, but has not paid much mind to what has been said. After the others seem to have left him alone, she slowly walks over to him.
"Damas?"
"Do you want to attempt to frighten me with death threats too?"
"Death threats? What do you mean by that?"
"That Rhizor guy says anymore of my so called threats and I won't see morning."
"I don't think a druid would threaten your life."
"Believe what you will. Anyway, what do you want?"
"I only wanted to help you.â€
"I find that keeping my distance has kept me alive si- Nevermind. It isnâ€™t really your concern.â€
â€œI will admit that some of the others have not been exactly fair to you, but you are no angel either. Your behavior does not warrant threats, but they do have a right to be a little mad at you.â€
Kethra sighs, her gaze wandering for a little bit. She seems to be thinking about something, and the thought brings a sad expression to her face.
"I had a friend once that was like you. He harbored distrust and hatred for others, and nothing me or the other monks said could convince him to change. Do you want to know what happened to him?"
"What happened to him?"
"In the end, these feelings destroyed him. I donâ€™t want to see that happen to anyone else."
â€œYou want me to try and make peace with them? At this point, I think they would sooner berate me than talk to me.â€
"If you make an effort to change, I am sure their opinions of you will change as well. Even if they dislike you, I am sure they would not harm you. There is no need to be afraid.â€
"You are making a very difficult request, but I will try. I doubt they want to talk to me right now, though.â€
"That seems logical enough. Give them time to cool off, but do not wait too long. If you do, they may become even angrier and harder to get through to."
â€I need a little time to myself, if you do not mind?â€
"That is a request I can honor. Please keep what I have said in mind."
Kethra turns away from Damas and goes to mingle with the rest of the group.
Damas sighs heavily and holds his head in his hands, hoping no one will see him in such a stressed state.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Jul 26, 2005 8:57 pm

QUOTE (Dark Maiden @ Tue Jul 26, 2005 8:15 pm)
((Rather than cluttering the topic with back and forth posting, we did this via IM and made it one big post. Hope Kai doesn't come after us for this *hides*))

((*blinks*
Umm... Okay.))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jul 26, 2005 8:57 pm
(( now that is a little...forwards? A girl who gets shy around men does all this on knowing a guy for a day? And the wall like sorceror automatically confides in a girl he met onyl the day before, as she looks like a backstabbing person? Surely that would make him more wary than anything...not to pry but...I think your letting IRL control your character in regards to this. Of course, I could just be overanalysing extensively, but I don't think I am.))
Amelios turned away from Zook's transaction and looked around some of the other carts, eventually going back to Derrik, and when the man has a spare minute, the kyantol clears his throat.
"I was wondering, you sell healing potions yes?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jul 26, 2005 9:21 pm
((See now Aldur, while you make some valid points, it would've been more appropriate to simply PM her instead of making it public.)) "Of course, of course, and all kinds, too!" Derrik says, turning to Amelios with a grin.

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jul 26, 2005 9:23 pm
((Oops. That never occured to me...sorry DM. ^^;;)) Amelios nodded at Derrik, running an inventory in his head. "Then May I see a few? I feel this journey will require it."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jul 26, 2005 9:25 pm
"'Soitenly!" Derrik says, whipping open his cape to reveal the inside lined with vials. "We've got potions that cure minor, light, moderate, serious, and even critical wounds here."

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jul 26, 2005 9:40 pm
Amelios grinned as Derrik revealed the potions and chuckled. He stared at them all for the moment and then looked back at the merchant. The Kyantol's eye's began wary. "How much is each type? If its market rate then...I'll take three vials of cure moderate wounds. And also, three potions of Cure light wounds...and they should come to one thousand and fifty. Yes?"

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Jul 26, 2005 9:50 pm
The Wizardess never looked up from her book as others continued their prattle. To bicker on the subject was pointless; the statement was correct and true to her and that was simply all that mattered. Already the Sorceror (and she fought back each ping of disgust she felt whenever she thought of the word) had proven himself both foolish and understandably simplistic. Isyndel assumed the other was a monk; might have even heard the word spoken had she been listening and not been sitting idly reading her book (not that she would have admitted it if she had been), and found the entire situation rather funny. They could have their daggers and their spiritual training, and the sudden couple could live free thinking they had in some way saved her life.
That was his problem. Maybe it was their problem. She was in no danger to begin with, and showed no sign of ever actually being so. But men were fools and Sorcerors proven to be evenmore so in her travels, and the bumbling Sorceror and his love-apparent bothered her no more than anything else while she read her spellbook. When she had ever indicated she was better than everyone escaped her.
She turned yet another page cuddled gently against the rock away from the others, only two of which she actually found herself repulsed by at the moment, and continued her reading. If this was the way the journey would be Isyndel became more than aware that she would have to alter her studies a bit. It was then that she heard a voice from behind and felt Sleet's stare changed. The little familiar perched low, ready to spring at the sound.
"You caused quite a stir with those comments of yours," the voice came.
"Did I?" the Wizardess joked rather dryly. "I had not noticed. But just the same, I cannot now help but wonder about the lot of them, truth be told."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jul 26, 2005 11:38 pm
"I think most of us are. His hand went to his dagger for a moment, you know," the voice responded. Isyndel closed her book and stood up slowly to face the source of the voice. "I was not aware of that," she replied, her eyes slightly widened. "But I should not be surprised one who could wield magic so irresponsibly would do the same with the lives of what is to be his comrades."
Isyndel turns to see Kyoji perched in the tree, crouched in one of the lower branches.
"His lack of self-control will cause problems," Kyoji says. "Magic is dear to you, isn't it?"
Instintively she clutched her spellbook to her breasts ever so tightly, and shook her head. "It is more than dear to me," she replied firmly. "It is what I live for. It is everywhere, in fact, and no matter how much I study I wonder if I will ever truly grasp all of it's intricacy."
"You are passionate about it then. Small wonder Damas' disregard for his own abilities set you off. Passion is commendable, but requires some restraint... Not everyone in this world regards magic with the respect you do. If you snap at all of them, you may find yourself in trouble swiftly, whether they deserve it or not," Kyoji tilts his head. "This is not to say you should dampen your passion... Just be mindful of the effects it has."
Isyndel's ears twitched slightly at the suggestion, but there was no sense of ill intent so far as she could discern. "I do not feel that I snapped in any way, truth be told, so much as I stated a fact. But perhaps you are right; whether I find him to be a simpleton or not does not change the fact that he is...supposedly a comrade of some sort. Still, admittedly I am fearful as we speak. Perhaps that is the source of my discomfort. There is much amiss here, and knowing that a statement could unnerve not one but two of them does not make me feel any safer."
"It makes you afraid?" Kyoji asks.
She nodded. "The nature of this mission is important enough, or so it seems to me in any case. There is quite obviously more at stake than our lives. And yet, quite honestly, I worry now more than ever about myself knowing that those whose lives are thrown in this mix could be so quick to anger...or even that ... that wilder would consider stabbing someone in the back over something of this trivial a nature."
"What would make you feel safer?" Kyoji asks.
"The ability to silence their voices not withstanding? I am uncertain there is anything that could," she replied. "Perhaps I am simply anxious as a whole."
"I have often heard that journeys such as these change the travellers for the better... Tests of the self that refine your being and sharpen your skills. Perhaps you will lose your fear as they lose their anger when the journey progresses," Kyoji says, quietly.
Isyndel nodded. "Perhaps. So long as I am focused on my studies and our goals, the rest of it does not matter. We cannot be held back with this sort of nonsense," she spoke, matter-of-factly.
Kyoji nods. "I admit to knowing little of spellcasting, aside from a few very basic teachings on scroll usage. The way you spoke to Damas the first time... Were you seeking to find another spellcaster to talk to?"
"I would not say that I was seeking it perhaps, but when a magic burst forth from his direction I suppose I was pleased to see I would have someone to debate and discuss magical theory with for a second, yes."
"There is an archwizard travelling with us," Kyoji says.
Isyndel grinned. "Lady Yeesha? Of course! I am very excited at the thought of watching her wield the gift! But I do not deign to impose upon her with such talk."
"If no one deigns to impose upon her time, how do you think she will like this trip?" Kyoji asks. "Her friends are missing. Her kingdom in peril. Were I her, I would be glad for an opportunity to take my mind off such things by discussing what I loved."
Isyndel pondered the thought for a moment and then nodded simply. "It would easily take precedence over asking the wilder to explain anything besides the fact that he 'make thingies burn' when he waves his hands like a buffoon."
Kyoji chuckles for a moment. "I thought it might."
"Very well then. I would not normally behave in such a manner to someone of her rank and skill, however...it is more than true that our situation is already far from normal. If the chance arises I will attempt to speak with the Lady."
"I'm sure she would enjoy the chance to discuss some of the finer points of magic," Kyoji says as he stands, the tree branch bending a little as he does so. "If you'll excuse me, I believe I should resume my patrol at this point."
Isyndel bowed her head slightly with her eyes closed. "Many thanks for talking to me...er....'
Kyoji arches one eyebrow. "You have forgotten my name already?"
A small smile passed her lips. "Of course not, Faralon."
"You have a sense of humor, I see," Kyoji replies. "Or shall I call you Kethra?"
She grinned with both joy and satisfaction. For a moment she very much did forget his name, as she had made little attempt to remember anyone's. "I would threaten in some way if you did so, but I do not like the idea of burning thingies over such a thing, despite what others may do."
"So it is," Kyoji replied. "In any case, my name is Kyoji. Kyoji Kumoriken. If you aren't Kethra, that would make you Isyndel."
"It would indeed. Isyndel Rhoe'wyn, in fact. In any case, thank you again, Kyoji."
"You are welcome. Fare thee well," Kyoji says as he turns to leap to another branch.
((Remember kids. You roll a 5 on a jump check in a tree, bad things will happen.))
Kyoji turns and leaps, however, he misjudges the distance to his destination branch, falling short and landing on a smaller, less sturdy branch that promptly cracks under his weight, sending the startled ninja plummeting to the ground.
((Aaaaand an 8 for Balance to recover.))
Despite his attempts to grab the branch he missed, Kyoji falls to the ground.
((25 for Tumble.))
However, upon hitting the ground, Kyoji executes a masterful roll that lands him in a standing position, unharmed, a few feet from the crashed branch.
"Ah... That... never happened," Kyoji replies as he looks at the broken branch, never being so glad for a face covering mask as he was then.

Posted by: Critical Mass Tue Jul 26, 2005 11:41 pm
Rhizor nods to Derrik and returns to the group, pulling out a slender wand of carved oak from a sheathe on his belt. He moves from person to person, wordlessly infusing each of the wounded with a lingering aura of positive energy. He then heads for the cart and Lady Yeesha.
"Any idea what exactly's going on here, Lady?"
((One charge from wand of vigor used on each of the wounded))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jul 26, 2005 11:50 pm
: "These undead have been attacking frequently and no one knows where exactly they're coming from," Yeesha responds. "We'll be moving on as soon as everyone is done with their purchases."

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Jul 26, 2005 11:57 pm
Isyndel watched Kyoji fall out of the tree and land nearly flawlessly. "You are doing little to ease my concern, Kyoji," she said, and it was the only way she could manage to prevent herself from laughing even slightly. "If it was unseen by anyone else, I certainly know nothing about it." Not much of a comfort, but at least she tried in her own way.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Jul 27, 2005 12:00 am
: "Er... Thank you. After all, a ninja's primary skill is the ability to move unseen..." Kyoji says as he promptly vanishes from sight. ----- "That'll work!" Derrik says as he makes the transaction.

Posted by: Aldur Wed Jul 27, 2005 12:04 am
Amelios nods his thanks and goes away by himself for a moment, depositing the potions into his backpack. After making sure they were save and would not break, he sits nearby the rest of the group, simply sitting, nothing more.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed Jul 27, 2005 12:51 am
Zook moved over to a tree, not far from Isyndel. For the first time since arriving in Cypress, he unshouldered the pack, and looked much the smaller for it. The contirvances he had in mind would take time, and energy, and Zook was tired. He sat down in the soft grass, and leaned his back up against the tree, eyes closing, resting on flat ground for the first time in his life.
---
It was a brilliant day. The sun shined with zeal against a crystalline azure sky, while fat cumulus clouds drifted lazily with the wind. Bards wrote sonnets to days like this, in the same reverent tones that they used to ensare a passing maiden. Zook paid it no heed, and ventured into the impenetrable darkness of the mountain.
Zook worked his way through the tangled catacombs of his warren, until he came to a dead end. Zook pressed a stone, and the wall in front of him slid inward and aside with a barely audible click. The gnome entered his lab.
He walked through the main work room, past a myriad of tools and half-finished realizations of ideas, technological and alchemical. Zook entered his study, a small room cramped with books and parchment.
One book lay open on the desk, perhaps the rarest of his collection. Zook took a seat and hunched over it, reading intently. It was a fairly modern work, composed mostly of unsupported secondhand accounts of long gone historial sources and evidently baseless speculation. But the subject at hand seemed to almost defy empirical study, and that was what attracted Zook. It all seemed so knowable, and yet was always just out of his ognitive reach.
However proficient the mountain races claim to be at manipulating technology, they are but as children fiddling with toys compared to the mechanical prowess of the Ancients.
The Ancients ruled Rune in centuries past with a seamless merger of spirit and mind. Working in tandem, magic and machine rendered simple feats that only inconceivable mastery in either alone could produce.
The Ancients, it is rumored (and may be known as fact among those who jealously hoard that knowledge) contrived vehicles that could store unlimited goods and people, even bestowing machines crafted in the shape of men with intelligence and sentience.
Zook's eyes grew unfocused as his mind exploded with a multitude of unanswerable questions. Why did the Ancients, masters of the arcane, turn to technology? What was their own design, and what did they take from some even longer lost forbears? But one question toyed with the tinker's mind above all others.
How?
How did they do it, and can it be replicated?
Zook knew, not without a pang of sadness, that the answers lay far beyond his mountain home. But he would go mad (or even madder, some would say behind cupped hands) without knowing.
It was around this time the call to Cypress came. The opportunity. Zook seized it, with nary a thought. It was that thirst to know what the Ancients knew that brought him there, brought him here, under this tree.
Kyoji's fall from the next tree over snapped Zook from his reverie. Sighing deeply, the gnome rose, lifting his pack onto his shoulders again and plodded off to the carts.

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Jul 27, 2005 1:02 am
*After the battle, Merkass sprinted quickly to the gathering the others had created. Noting that this Derrik Swiftjoke is a merchant, and that they would have constant access to his services, Merkass decided to make use of him. Merkass' arrows had proved somewhat ineffective in this battle, and now would be the perfect time to remedy that problem.*
: Have you heard of serpentstongue or dragonsbreath arrows, Mr. Swiftjoke? I'm looking to replace the arrows I currently have, 77 total. If you have any that are silvered, that would be even better.

Posted by: Kyosokun Wed Jul 27, 2005 5:49 am
After the conflict finally ended, Ry sighed. He admitted to some little pleasure in combat, the adrenaline, the fluidity of it, was enjoyable. But looking down at the creatures they had fought, he couldn't help but have a small chill. That which has ceased living should not trouble the living so....
Still, he did not let it bother him long. He joined the others, thronging around the carts. As he watched though, the group quickly fell into bickering. We're all alive, this is a time to celebrate living, not falling into conflict ourselves, Ryhir thinks with a small frown. He disliked seeing comrades fight.
The group needed a common link, it needed something to start bonding them together. Apparently risking life and limb wasn't strong enough...
Having made up his mind, he heads over to the young Wizardess, and intoduces himself with a slight bow and a grin. "Greetings, m'lady. I'm Ryhir. I don't suppose anyone else has reserved this lovely patch of ground here?", he says, gesturing to a patch of ground next to her.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Jul 27, 2005 6:23 am
((Knight, you're in Derrik's area, so you don't see the ninja fall.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed Jul 27, 2005 6:47 am
((Not getting touchy, are we?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Jul 27, 2005 6:49 am

QUOTE (VoxPVoxD @ Wed Jul 27, 2005 6:47 am)
((Not getting touchy, are we?))

((A few plans went awry. Anyway, you lose a level, Vox. : P ))
"I have both, silvered and unsilvered. Standard rate," Derrik says.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Jul 27, 2005 3:19 pm
Returning to the merchant train with his shield and javelins slung over his back, Brand calmly pulls himself into his own wagon. After settling the shield down by his feet, the birdman rummages for a moment in his goods, before coming up with an inkpen and a sheet of parchment. Writing was not a common skill in these times, but Bedoe taught her scouts the craft, knowing that miles and minutes could change what the mind thought it had seen in even the best of soldiers. This time, however, the birdman was scribing his own thoughts.
For himself, he needed practice leading. None of the others were taking command, but scouts were not trained for more than small-unit tactics. Perhaps the lady Yeesha would have some pointers...? He also knew his own weaknesses; he knew nothing of magic, save that it could kill, heal, and attack clustered soldiers. If the team were to work well, he would need a better understanding.
The team's tactical ability surprised him. They had magic, mobility, clerical aid and brute strength. They fought with a will, and were willing to trust each other in a way that few multi-racial units were capable of. It might be an idea to get the paladin a mount, but beyond that, Brand thought the team would survive very well.
On a tactical front.
Logistically, it was a nightmare.
As soon as the threat had ended, there had been arguements, tears, yelling, but thankfully, no knifeplay. Irregulars rarely had much stomach for traditional discipline, and he ran the risk of breaking the team's back if he had to restort to it, which he would if a member pulled a weapon on another. He'd have to find some other way to pull the sorcerer's teeth, if it came to that.
The gnome and the wizardess were off to the sides, though what they were focusing so intently on, the merchant couldn't guess. That concerned the ex-soldier. He could easily see the two, aye and the catman, being shunted off to the side of the group, talking to few and talked to by few, ignored and undervalued until they left, or at least stopped fighting as fiercely. How to prevent it?
Another threat he could see was simple boredom, an danger often underestimated in any long campaign. It lowered the guard, dulled the senses, and opened yourself up for death. The bard's storytelling could help, but the bard was so full of himself that Brand wasn't sure the others could stomach him too often. Besides, there were only so many old songs that could be brought out, and this promised to be a long campaign.
Perhaps a series of discussions, debates, trainings... whatever you wanted to call them. A trained individual explaining what he did, so that others could learn, open to all but only involving those who cared to attend. There would come a time when the wizards would have to defend themselves. And a time when the fighter's survival would depend on their awareness of magic's potentials. Some teammembers were stealthy, but others seemed unable to take three steps without opening their mouths. And the gnome... Brand doubted anyone understood what he was doing, how his bizzare tube killed creatures or how he summoned fire from a stone without magic, but his skills could serve the team only if the team understood them.
If nothing else, it would be a chance to break the monotony of watching the endless miles roll by, setting tents, posting guard rotations and falling asleep, knowing the next day would be the same as the last week. Anything to stimulate the mind and give the body a chance to try new things. And if he chose the right teachers, it might give the team a chance to bind itself.
Now that he thought of it, it opened up other possibilities too... But only if others enjoyed the idea. Eh, he'd set it up and try it, if the Lady approved, and if the others attended, great. If not, he'd try something else. Had to get the Lady's approval, though. It was critical that she remain leader in everyone's eyes, and so all final decisions must be made through her.
And as for guard rotations...

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Jul 27, 2005 7:51 pm
Isyndel's gaze followed to the source of the next voice, that of Ryhir and she followed his glance to the fallen about him. The Wizardess pondered to herself a moment as this one spoke to her, then looked about curiously for a second or two without regarding him any further. Out of curiousity alone she moved towards one of the fallen nearby after putting up a slender finger before her to indicate to Ryhir that she had not totally ignored him, and she kneeled besides the fallen to examine it.
((Spellcraft Check: Roll 15. +3 Int, +6 Ranks Spellcraft Skill, +2 Synergy with Knowledge (Arcana) = 26))
Edit: Additions from TUM.
((Knowledge (Arcana) Roll : 16. + 3 Int, + 6 Rank K(A)Skill, +2 Synergy with Spellcraft = 27))
Now this was certainly interesting, she thought to herself. "Odd," she spoke out loud to no one in particular. These monsters did not appear to be summoned by any spell she was familiar with, and in fact they did not seem to be summoned by any cast magic at all.
No, she thought. Something else is at work here. It is as if these were fashioned by some form of necromancy. Those two words she repeated to herself several times in her head. Fashioned. Necromancy.
Isyndel stood from her knees with one arm wrapped underneath her breasts and the other she used to trace her index finger back and forth across her lips. And as she stood, she thought about something that Yeesha had said back at the castle.

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Jul 27, 2005 8:21 pm
After Van had taken down his initial zombie target he was surprised to see a group that consisting of different types of people he wouldn't expect to see together tear through the zombies with what appeared to him to be minimal difficulty. Before the warrior's brain could process what was going on, the zombies were dead-dead and the caravan safe. Curiose as to what such a group was doing here, Van watched them for a while before deciding that to find out what he wanted to know he was going have to ask. Gathering his supplies from the cart he had been sleeping in, he walked up to the lady he thought who might be in charge.
"My Lady, I saw this group fight of the zombies and made note of some of the more... unusual members. May I ask what is the group's purpose?"
"This group is searching for someone very important," Yeesha responds. "More than that I cannot tell you, though I must congratulate you on your prowess. You were the only guard brave enough to actually leave the carts."
Van closes his eyes and takes a moment to think before responding. "Interesting. If you want, I would be willing to join up for small fee. Either a small weekly sum of silver, or you pay for some of my supplies." Opening his eyes, he awaits Yeesha's answer.
Yeesha grins. "I'll pay for all expenses and you'll be paid a handsome amount at the end of the mission. The catch is that I want you to see our resident paladin, Cedric, and get his approval beforehand."
Whistling at the fact that he was going to get paid more than his asking price, Van readily nods his agreement. Looking around, it doesn't take him long to spot the Paladin and he wastes no time walking over towards him. Coming up behind the Paladin just as Cedric finished talking to a merchant, Van clears his throught to get the holy warrior's attention.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Jul 27, 2005 8:43 pm
((Aldur has made valid points and since no one has really made a comment about them in character, I have edited my previous post quite a bit. Since I do not want to make a whole post with just a quote, you can read back on it on page 4 if you are curious. This will be my only post for today, sadly, because I am not feeling very well))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Jul 27, 2005 9:42 pm
As the guard left the Lady's side, Brand approached the cart. "Is this an opportune time, or are there other matters that require your attention, my lady?" "This is as good a time as any," Yeesha replies, turning. "Formalities aren't neccessary out here. They have their place in the royal court and at functions, but we're out in the wilds now."
"I'm glad you see it that way. I'll try to be brief, though." the merchant says, nodding and smiling for a moment. "Zombies without a summoner disturbs me. I have a feeling this campaign could take a while, in which case it might be wise to take a few precautions. I wanted to find out from you what has been taken care of, and how you want other things taken care of."
Yeesha frowns. "Zombies without a summoner disturb me as well, but our priority right now is the find the Prince. Once we've dealt with that, we can return and delve into this mystery... If the two aren't related. But what exactly do you mean 'taken care of?" Yeesha asks. "We have adequate supplies, if that is what you refer to."
Brand nods. "Either way, you're talking about a goodly amount of time spent travelling. No, my main concern is the group. Once battle begins, I think your force will fare as well as it can. What concerns me is the time between fights. They aren't used to working together, they come from multiple races, and their approach to life and to combat varies as well. Bards, druids, wizards, clerics, fighters, archers... But few enough of each that they can't just associate with their own kind." The ex-soldier pauses, considering how to continue. "How are you going to turn your collection of individuals into a team? Or you could ask, how will you keep the miles and the days from splitting your team into a collection of individuals?"
Brand sits down on the ground next to the wagon, his chainmail clinking loudly as he does so. "You don't have to answer that one now. I just wanted to make sure it was being considered." he adds.
"True. We had a similar problem with the Shining Force, but we had more people, so there were enough for a few groups to form. Heh... I remember some of the times we magic users had..." Yeesha chuckles absently as she leans on her staff. She shakes her head and returns her gaze to Brand. "With the second Shining Force, we had the cause to band us together. We were fighting for all our homes. This time..." Yeesha shrugs. "I'm not sure. I knew I wanted a skilled, diverse group able to handle most situations and adapt. So I sent out a few inquiries and assembled all you see here. Truthfully, I had hoped that most of us would band together as the Force did, united by the cause of finding the Prince and helping the land..." Yeesha shakes her head. "But I suppose that was a bit of wishful thinking on my part. Not everyone can be like the Shining Force, and we do have a few people with... mercernary qualities on this outing."
Brand nods. "It's possible, and I've seen stranger things. And our individual causes aren't too different from each other. But while I'm not saying there will be clashes, that doesn't mean you shouldn't be ready for them, if they happen. Especially early on. If our sorcerer had drawn that knife, for example, what would be done? Execute him? How many would stay? Make him dig latrines? How long would he stay?"
"If he had drawn that knife, I suspect I'd have expelled him from the group," Yeesha replies. "I thought I managed to weed out those with tempers hot enough to endanger the mission. Even archmages can err at times."
"No, I'm very impressed with how well they drew together in that fight. And the journey until that fight was certainly uneventful enough."
"I never mentioned battle. A hot temper can cause more problems out of war than in it. After all, in battle, one can direct their anger to the enemy. Out of it, there are less appropriate targets," Yeesha replies with a frown.
Brand nods, agreeing. "Extremities should be planned for. Another question: Your team is very diverse, with many of us speciallizing in one thing or another. But we haven't worked together, and we don't know each other's capabilities. I know remarkably little about magic, and I have a feeling few of your magic users would feel comfortable on the front lines or sneaking around in the bushes."
"We have off time while we're travelling. More than is good for us, in fact." the merchant adds with a grin. "I, for one, think the miles could be well spent learning about the things I haven't had an opportunity for. Not learning to cast spells, we don't have that much time. But learning what a mage can do, and where their limits lie. Learning some pointers in moving silently, or how to hold a bow straight or care for my sword's edge. It might help pass the miles, and it might help this team draw together. I doubt it will do much, but it's an idea. Teams really don't draw firmly together without a cause or shared suffering. Enough fights, and they'll suffer enough for the teams survival. But we need something to get them through these first few weeks."
"You might also ask the Bard what songs he knows. Music can pass the time as easily as learning," Brand adds with a shrug.
"Hmmmm," Yeesha says, stroking her chin again. "I was thinking along the same lines. Before we gather for the evening meal, I could relate a little of the tactics we used back in the Force... We could have the warriors discuss basic combat tips, the mages explain what spells they like to use and how..."
"And let anyone throw out ideas on how to beat those tips or those spells." Brand adds with a nod.
"As for the bard, I imagined I wouldn't have to order him to do anything," Yeesha replies. "From what I've seen, he doesn't need outside encouragement to burst into song."
"Good point." the birdman adds with a wry smile.
Son of MadDog1: "You've said we have supplies. I assume we have food and water enough, even if we find we cannot replenish them in the towns? If the undead are as plentiful ahead as the merchant mentioned, few towns may have brought in a good harvest." Brand mentions, a considering expression on his face.
TheUnknownMarine: "We have food and water for a while here. If we can't restock in town, the ever dependable Mr. Swiftjoke has given me a magical contract to contact him. So worst comes to worst, we have to deal with some lame jokes and come ons before we buy more supplies," Yeesha replies. "But the towns haven't been attacked yet, so unless something goes awry, we should be fine."
"And I can tell just how much you're looking forward to that." Brand says, shaking his head. "Like I said earlier, ma'am, you've collecting a good group of people, and have led them well. I just wanted to make sure that everything is being considered. Small things can be forgotten by anyone, but it sounds like you have things well under control. Thank you for your time, my Lady." he adds, with an odd-looking salute. "I'll be in my cart when you're ready to head out."
"What did I say about formality?" Yeesha says with a sigh. "You're welcome all the same."
"There is a time for formality, even in the woods, even on a campaign. Especially on a campaign." Brand adds with a grin.
"At least you're not Eric," Yeesha replies, pantomiming a centaur and deepening her voice. "Hey, I'm the son of a noble! I can use a lance! I wear armor! That means everyone has to call me Sir! Then Dawn would start wailing on him," Yeesha says with another grin and a chuckle.
"I can just imagine what that must've looked like." Brand replies, chuckling.
"If I weren't so tired, I could conjure an illusion so you wouldn't have to," Yeesha says, still chuckling. "Actually, that's not a bad idea for some entertainment... Bard sings, I could hone some of my illusion spells... Been waiting for a chance to use them..."
"Oh, Volcanon. You put that idea into the bard's head, and we'll never have peace. How many magic users flinging illusions would we have in the end?"
"But you have to admit it'd certainly take everyone's mind off their troubles!" Yeesha responds with a huge grin.

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Jul 27, 2005 10:16 pm
((Excuse my blunder. I didn't have internet from Saturday until yesterday and tried to catch up. To be honest, I had no clue where all the action was taking place.)) *Merkass ponders for a moment, and considers his options, weighing how much of each kind of power he will need. Not taking too much time, he comes up with his answer.*
: If you will take the arrows I currently have off my hands, I'll take 30 serpentstongue arrows with 20 more of the same, only silvered. 20 Dragonsbreath arrows, and 10 blunt arrows, if you have those.
((Blunt Arrows: 1 gp / 20 arrows. 10 = 5 sp
Dragonsbreath Arrows: 50 gp / 20 arrows. 20 = 50 gp
Serpentstongue Arrows: 3 gp / 20 arrows. 30 = 4 gp 5 sp
Silvered Serpentstongue Arrows: 5 gp / 20 arrows. 20 = 5 gp.
Total: 60 gp.
From selling 77 regular arrows and 20 silvered arrows I should get 3 gp 4 sp (and 2.5 cp, but we'll ignore those).))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Jul 27, 2005 10:54 pm
Derrik makes the transaction. After a short while longer, the caravan moves on. The journey to Port Sprayia is long, a full week goes by with little incident. Acting on Brand's suggestion, Yeesha uses her illusion magic along with her first-hand experience to tell illustrated tales of the second Shining Force. While these tales are entertaining, they have a more useful purpose in that through them, Yeesha imparts more than a few tips on how the legendary warriors fought as a team. Examples of how mages cast spells to weaken their foes and bolster their allies while being shielded by warriors, how their scouts snuck behind enemy lines to swiftly and silently take out enemy officers and vital support casters such as healers and magi, examples of how each warrior had their function and performed it well...
And more than a few anecdotes of life between the battles. Fond rememberings of squabbles and jokes, rivalries and romance, friendship and a life led knowing that in the face of overwhelming evil, each day of peace might be the last.
Kyoji, unless called upon, spends much of his time training himself, moving through complex sword forms and practice manuevers, intent on honing his skills. He also spends much of his time scouting ahead and around, ensuring a clear path for the caravan.
((One week, do as you will for that time. Post summaries and any incidents/discussions you wish.))

Posted by: Aldur Wed Jul 27, 2005 11:45 pm
Amelios had begun to get a general feel of those around him, and seemed to always be smiling, and quick to laugh. A generally happy and cheerful person, he enjoyed the Tales spun, and the ballards sung. He was also always ready to lead an ear, or chat away merrily to anyone, often forgetting about rank or race.
((Yeah...if anyone wants to randomly do anything during said week he'll probably do it.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Jul 27, 2005 11:46 pm
Kethra stays to herself for the most part during the week long journey, spending most of her time training or in deep meditation. Regardless of that, she does keep Yeesha's stories in mind, and keeps an especially close eye on Damas during her 'off' time. She notices that he seems to be depressed about something, but she is not exactly sure how to help him, so she doesn't say anything to him. However, when given the chance, she does voice her concerns to Yeesha, in private if possible.
"Do you have a moment, Lady Yeesha? I have something I need to tell you."

Posted by: Rusty Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:01 am
((We'll say Faralon used the bardic music 'Inspire Competence' to help with the illusions, since he would. Marine has OK'd this.)) *Faralon sits to himself, gazing up at the stars of night as he is in deep thought about the events that transpired, and whatever shall in the near future. I wonder if...That merchant, Swiftjoke, was right...I hope so. I'll ring his neck if he lied to me. Ah... Faralon closes his eyes, then opens them again to study the stars carefully. Heh, the stars...Long have I studied them. Mother wanted me to spend more time practicing my music, but there was something about the stars that kept distracting me. Perhaps it's the mystery...that has a certain allure to it...Mysteries. Nothing is as exciting as the unknown, because no one ever knows what to expect, so it keeps them on edge. I certainly didn't expect to run into a horde of undead without someone controlling them, that we know of. That's rather unusual...Come to think of it, our group is rather odd. That monk...she is rather unusual in her own way. That sorceror...he disturbs me. We have a minotaur, a man-bat...Really, the only one I can relate to right now is my brother. Everyone else has some sort of quirk about them, or merely keeps to themselves. I'm not feeling too comfortable with such a quiet group. Silence can be very unnerving, after all. Every time I try to talk to the monk, someone else is around - that someone generally being that creepy sorceror. That elven wizardess...Hmm, I should see if I can try and talk to her sometime. I think I recall seeing her in the village before, but...Hm, I guess I've never gotten to know her. I'm not certain I would get along well with the Paladin, and I'm not sure that Minotaur is interested in becoming any more than an 'ally'. Ah well...I guess I'll just talk to my brother. We'll need to make some good battle strategies if we want to stay alive. After all, we have no idea who has the Prince...*

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:02 am
Zook worked at night. He couldn't while the caravan was in motion; the jostling of the cart threatened to disturb spark-prone metal too near the exposed gunpowder -- far too near, for anyone with a self-preservation instinct. Thus, Zook waited for the sun to retreat in the west, and the caravan to pull aside for the night to take out his tools and set to work.
His attention was focused on his firearm. Zook had been not quite a liability in the battle past because his weapon worked too slowly. In the time it took him to reload (and he had to reload after every shot) he could have fired a bow or swung a warhammer or something else so terribly pedestrian it bored the gnome just pondering it.
No, none of that. Zook disassembled his rifle and laid it out on a clean cloth and then set his attention to the ammunition. Before he could touch the gun, he had to design a new kind of ammo to use in it. Letting his mind fall back to the battle, he looked for things that took time, precious time that he could save here and now.
He remembered the powder creating an extra step in the procedure, so he affixed a small measure of gunpowder to each ball by a metal cap. These could be loaded into the rifle as self-contained objects, and would work just as well.
He remembered the cumbersome necessity to reload after every shot. He attached his new bullets to frames in groups of five. Now he would only have to reload every five shots.
With a stack of new clips in hand (some balls and powder were rendered useless by trial and error, leaving him with no unmodified balls and only a pound of powder), he turned to the rifle, sitting before him, disparate. The first thing he decided was to move the point of loading. Rather than dropping the clips down the barrel (which would have been impossible or downright stupid) he devised a mechanism that would accept an entire clip, requiring only the manipulation of a bolt to to clear the chamber and ready another shot.
Zook cut the barrel just ahead of the hammer to affix the new mechanism, and it was done. Zook looked proudly at his new work: a stack of clips and a weapon modified to use them.
Merkass's bow was still at the misty edges of his mind, in a new form that the gnome couldn't quite make out. He'd need to see the bow in action some more for it to fully realize itself.
((Updated character sheet:
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Posted by: Nightmare Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:12 am
((Spot check: 13 + 8 + 3 = 24)) Laika hadn't said a word following the attack, he was too bitter that he had only dispatched of one enemy which greatly disapointed him... although seeing the ninja fall out of the tree did cheer him up quite a bit.
But to try and avoid being caught off gaurd again, Laika decided on staying as close to the front of the pack as he could, to both give warning for any oncoming foe to his new Allies and to get into the battle quicker to lead to more death to be dealt from his claws.

Posted by: Damas Heretic Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:24 am
Damas pretty much keeps to himself over the next week, watching Yeesha's illusion magic shows and listening to her stories from afar. When he manages to find them in a fairly good mood, he admits his mistakes to Isyndel and Amelios separately, and apologizes, but also notes that he does not expect forgiveness right away. The tone of his voice when he speaks is a bit submissive, and those in the group that bother to pay him and mind at all notice that he seems unusually depressed, even more so than normal.

Posted by: Aldur Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:30 am
Amelios had noted the muted sorceror, but didn't say anything. He always went by the age old adage: "Ask adn you shall receive." He also noted the way the enigmatic Tinker decided to work at night and decided to talk to him about it. So, when he was show Zook had a spare moment, during one of the days, he smiled at the gnome. "Are you used to not getting much sleep?"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:31 am
Zook snorted audibly at the cleric's question. "Sleep is for the inactive mind."

Posted by: Aldur Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:34 am
Amelios grins sheepishly, feeling that he's offended the gnome somehow. He quickly ran through a list of possible conversations in his head and decided on one. "So, forgive me if I'm being nosey or rude yet...I find myself curious as to what you seem to be working on."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:36 am
Zook swept a hand absentmindedly over the array of parts. "My gun's too slow. I need it to be faster."

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:43 am
*Merkass spends most of his time out in the wilderness, scouting ahead and searching for any signs of trails or unnatural occurences. Merkass' goal is to ensure that the caravan reach its destination safely while searching for clues related to the caravan attack. Be it a shred of cloth, a footprint, or disturbed foliage, Merkass was determined to find something related to anyone or anything that was involved. If it was undead, all the better, so he could end its unlife.*
((Survival Checks for Tracking on each of the 7 days
1d20 + 7 = 5 + 7 = 12
1d20 + 7 = 5 + 7 = 12
1d20 + 7 = 17 + 7 = 24
1d20 + 7 = 4 + 7 = 11
1d20 + 7 = 2 + 7 = 9
1d20 + 7 = 6 + 7 = 13
1d20 + 7 = 11 + 7 = 18
+2 to any of these checks involving undead))
*Merkass eventually noticed Damas' sulking in the nighttimes that he and the group spent together. On one of the nights Merkass casually walked by him and made a short attempt at conversation with him before walking on*
: Liven up. You have just survived a large battle, so you have no reason to act so melancholy. Greater men than yourself have fallen to such infernal creatures.

Posted by: Aldur Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:49 am

QUOTE (VoxPVoxD @ Wed Jul 27, 2005 11:36 pm)
Zook swept a hand absentmindedly over the array of parts. "My gun's too slow. I need it to be faster."

Amelios nodded thoughtfully, truthfully fascinated but having no idea how to help. Machines and the like confounded him in truth but he frowned, and then snapped his fingers. "Why not ask a mage for help...maybe enchant your weapon? Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm of no help to you."

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:40 am
Ryhir spends the week trying to befriend each of the varios force members, and learn about what they enjoy, their interests, and just about them in general. ((If everyone could catch me at some point or another on AIM, I'll RP it out with you all, and post it all in. =) My AIM is Kyosokun, and your best chance of catch me free is after 6 weekdays. I want everyone to try and catch me, and I do mean everyone. =P Thanks!))
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((EDIT: First of them, 1.5 more to come. Was damn busy, and look to still be.))
Ryhir grabbed his pack, intending to go out scouting a bit, once the ninja had returned. Shouldering it, he headed up to the front of their little caravan, giving a friendly wave and a smile to those he passed by.
He arrived just as Kyoji was returning. He also saw the Werewolf nearby, similiar prepared to head out. A quick thought, and Ryhir approached him. "I see our Ninja's back. Care to take a turn scouting?"
Laika looks over at the man who had just adressed him, and as much as he wanted to be rude to him, he couldn't bring himself to do it, since he was the first one in the group that actually tried to converse with him. Instead he merely pointed out what Laika thought to be obvious. "Well, that was what I had intended on."
Ryhir just turned and headed out, hoping the Wolfman would follow, tossing a comment over his shoulder. "Even better then. No time like the present."
"Ok..." Laika was slightly suprised, not many people had ever really been this nice to him in the past, which had been why he prefered to keep his distance between everyone else. "So... what's you're name?"
"Ryhir Dughall of the Trumyr tribe. Yours?"
"Laika."
My, he truely is a laconic one.... Ryhir thought, as silence grew. As they pushed though some underbrush, he made to push to break the growing silence. "So what brings you to our motley little band? I don't think I've ever seen such diversity. Or course, there isn't too much diversity in the desert..."
"Well... I had been promised the opprtunity to end some lives for a good cause. Which I must admit sounded fun" As he said this he gave a casual shrug to indicate that it wasn't that big of a deal to him.
Ryhir looks over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow at that. "My, it doesn't take much to please you, does it?" Then he smiles to show the lack of seriousness to the comment. "A good fight can be greatly enjoyable, I'll agree, though."
This Ryhir fellow was starting to grow on Laika, although he found him to be a little lojng winded. "And what are your reasons for joining?", Laika inquired.
Ryhir broke out into an easy grin. "What reason not to? The cause is good, glory to be had, new places to be seen, and good pay to boot."
Laika was not used to talking this much with people, and for that reason he had come up with an excuse to try and ditch Ryhir before he got his ear talked off. "Understandable, now if you'd excuse me, I hadn't had a chance to rest yet." With that he faked a yawn and headed back for the caravan.
"Heh, very well. Sleep well." Ryhir responded. He watched the werewolf out of sight before continueing with his own scouting. A simple person, though interesting. I think we'll get along well enough. Hopefully we'll get to talk again... Perhaps pull him into conversation with some of the others....
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Posted by: Aldur Thu Jul 28, 2005 2:11 am
Zook snorts scornfully at Amelios, his reply somewhat scathing "Of all the nonsense--I'm not about to hand my life over to parlor tricks...I'm sorry. I don't trust magicians. Like that sorceror, he's a shifty type. Of course, our lives are in his hands and vice-versa. So all we can do is grin, bear it, and hope he grows up." The gnome snorts, and continues his rant. "That's why I'm not fond of magic, there's no discipline needed, and it's far too dangerous to be trusted otherwise."
Amelios Frowns for a moment and shakes his head. "I believe your weapon and magic has something in common though. Think about this, Your weapon, I'm largely assuming here, needs expertly handled, and has components...And a number of spells also rely on the same principle. And magic does have rules and limits...And from my own experience, discipline and concentration are required in the realms of the arcane." He spread his hands as a gesture of non hostility, the Kyantol cleric having long been a lover of debate.
Zook cackles in response and counters. "Science and magic are halves of the same whole, indeed. But there is an element of steadiness, of intellegence required in science that innate magicians do not of necessity posess. You beseech your Goddess for power every day, and it is granted to you only if you are loyal in her service. A wizard studies tirelessly, trying to expand and perfect their mastery of the craft. But an innately 'blessed' magician such as our elven friend... he presents a danger. There is no recourse to stopping him from unleashing whatever he can on a whim, with only his own base passions and self-loathing as his masters. I do not trust it."
Amelios smiles widely, realisation in his eyes. "I see, you don't like Sorcerors much. Well...I understand your reasoning, however, Any wizard can use their spells as they see fit, rather like a sorceror. The main difference I can see is the level of arrogance. A Wizard certainly loses their cool if they misplace a spellbook...while a sorceror remains confident, with his uncontrolled powers. Instead of critism I would try to help however, as you said before. We must all be able to trust each other with our very lives."
Zook shakes his head. "You might be more able to help him than I. I have no patience for such immaturity."
Amelios strokes his chin thoughtfully at this latest comment. "True I have worked with the young before, yet I feel a certain female member of the group can help him more than I could. Though that in turn could lead to conflicts." He then Laughs merrily. "Even if those zombies were to be our only battle, I fear we have an eventful journey ahead!"
The gnome tinker cackles as Amelios laughs. "I would certainly hope so! I just... hope these childish histrionics don't put anyone in undue danger."
The Kyantol waves his hand dismissively. "I'm sure they'll calm down...and If not, then we can certainly act as parents...though I wonder, would some members of the group get the wrong idea if they need to spank Kethra?" The mischivious Cleric thinks about it for just a moment and bursts into laughter again.
Zook cackles maniacally "Speaking of the bard..."
Amelios stops laughing and frowns "Hmm? What of him?"
The gnome shakes his head. "Oh, nothing. Just unfounded speculation, I'm sure."
The kyantol once more snaps his fingers, remembering something. "I guess so. And though Your weapon should take priority, I'd maybe advise trying to make a few things in your spare time to aid the others of our group."
The tinker nods vigourously. "Oh, I plan on it."
Amelios smiles "That's good then! Maybe a device that locks away negative feeling! I can think of a few who could benefit certainly. But enough. I thank you for your time!"
Amelios nods his thanks and moves away, having come to know one of his comrades that much better.

Posted by: Rusty Thu Jul 28, 2005 7:43 am
((Done via AIM, me and Arc. More character interaction.... Pictures omitted since there's a lot more dialogue and breaks between it than in my other posts, and I'm pretty sure there's a picture limit on the boards now.)) *Faralon stands up, stretching and walks over to his brother.* "So...What do you think of this so far?"
"Not bad at all," the other elf said quietly, leafing through his spellbook. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, it's just...I would say the group is a tad...well...unusual. Wouldn't you agree?" *Faralon curiously looks at the spellbook.* "Heh, still at it, brother?"
"As always," Ashathel replied. "Old habits die hard." "But then again," he said, in Common, "I think you know that already..."
"You're not suggesting anything, are you?" *Faralon smirks. He knows his brother is, but enjoys asking the obvious.*
"What I'm suggesting is that I got the just of your conversation with that Swiftjoke human last night. Do I have to ask, or will you tell me?" the swashbuckler asked, grinning.
"What? Were you snooping?" *Faralon looks a bit shocked. He thinks to himself...What? How much did he hear?!*
"No, not snooping. I overheard after I picked up some new arrows - which you ought to yourself, if you get the time. I'm assuming it has something to do with the half-human monk, no?"
*Faralon folds his arms and responds, facing his brother, the irritation clear on his face. He can't know about that, can he?* "I don't think that's any of your business. You forget, brother, I'm a full-grown elf. I can take care of myself."
"I never said you couldn't," Ashathel said, waving the book. "But make sure you know what you're doing. And, despite what you think, anything concerning you is my business. It wouldn't do to have you get into trouble you can't get out of."
"Heh, I'll be fine. I think you should save such thoughts for other members of our group. If you've spent a fair amount of time out of that spellbook of yours, I'm sure you have an idea of whom I'm referring to." *Faralon rests his hand on a tree, leaning on it.*
"He - and it is a certain spellcaster I assume you mean - is none of my concern at all," the blonde elf smiled. "All I'm saying is that you ought to keep an objective eye on your actions. And if you decide that perhaps my words are something you want to hear, you know where to find me. At the very least," Ashathel added, "I wouldn't mind spending some actual time with you."
"Heh. I'm sure we'll have plenty of that. It's not like we're going to find the Prince at the first town out of Cypress we go to. But...Rest assured, I certainly won't ignore you while we're adventuring. I guess I should go and speak to other members of the group, though. Can't be a stranger forever, right?"
"Indeed," the blonde elf said, his smile widening. "And I myself... I haven't spoken with anyone at all. Not even the female elf. I think I've seen her in the village once or twice, if I'm not mistaken..."
"Yeah, I think I recall seeing her, as well. You two would have a lot in common." *Faralon nudges his brother's arm, smirking.*
"Hey, hey... let's not jump the gun. I think one pair is more than enough for this group..."
*Faralon continues to smirk.* "You brought her up..." *He says, teasingly.*
But rather than speak, Ashathel only smiles more.

Posted by: Critical Mass Thu Jul 28, 2005 9:31 am
Eyclone flies off into the forest a few hours before nightfall and returns just after the wagon stops, bearing three dead rabbits, a large snake, and a handful of fruits. He quickly skins the animals and sets them up on a spit over the campfire. He takes the snake and an apple for himself and begins eating them, leaving the rest for anyone who wishes to join him by the fire. Some fresh, cooked meat should be a nice change from the bland trail rations, and it'd do the group some good to get a little bonding in before they were thrown into battle again.
((Survival check: 21. Enough food for five other people here.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:46 pm
Finishing his talk with the merchant, Cedric turns as Van clears his throat and a smile crosses his face, â€œAhhhâ€¦ Greetings friend, just as I said to you earlier we have returned the souls of the dead to rest. Are you well, during the struggle you seemed ill at easeâ€¦â€
((Iâ€™ll finish this conversation when I can. As for the week.))
Over the next week Cedric approaches a few of his new comrades.
((I would AIM but with moving I donâ€™t have the luxury. Tomorrow we should be completely moved soâ€¦))
[Diplomacy 15 + 10 = 25]
As Kyoji is practicing one day, Cedric approaches the Ninja and tosses him an apple from his pack of rations, â€œHail, shadow warrior. Everyday you push yourself in this manner, I must admit that your devotion is inspiring but I am curious as to its sourceâ€¦ What do you seek so diligently? I doubt money or fameâ€¦ Is mastery enough to motivate you so, friend?â€
((Next on the listâ€¦))
[Diplomacy 3 + 10 = 13]
During the week long journey, Cedric approaches the cart of the birdman who took command during the battle. The Holy Knight waits until the others are out of earshot before speaking to the birdman, â€œGreetings friend. Your council in the battle was wise and well placed. I thank thee for it.â€ Cedric pauses for a moment glancing turns the wagon carrying the wizardess, â€œAlthough Lady Yeesha is the leader of the expedition, the last battle illustrated the need for swift decisions from one with a grasp of the situation. Not only do you have a good knowledge of tactics, you can fly allowing you not only to quickly understand the full situation but also to travel swiftly across the field. You should take up a leadership position under Lady Yeesha. Leaving her unguarded as in the last battle is unacceptable as you no doubt understand. We need leadershipâ€¦ You were not the only one giving orders during the last encounter, too many commanders can be far worse than not having one. I suggest that you speak with Lady Yeesha and take up such position otherwise there will be conflicts of leadership and tactics will vanish in the heat of battle.â€
((Does the sullen sorcerer need a friend?))
[Diplomacy 6 + 10 = 16]
At some point Cedric approached the sorcerer Damas who seemed the center of much of the tension in the group. With a smile on his face, the Paladin nodded in greetings, â€œGood day, my friend. How are you faring on this journey?â€ Reaching into a pouch at his side, the Holy Knight pulls out some dried jerky and offers it to the elf.
((Checking on my patientâ€¦))
[Diplomacy 7 + 10 = 17]
Cedric keeps an eye on the warrior Castor and approaches him early in the week, â€œGreetings friend, how is your wound? Now that I have rested I can heal it more if needed.â€
((Many more of this little encounters to follow once I get on AIM tomorrow. Cheerio till then.))

Posted by: Aldur Thu Jul 28, 2005 2:42 pm
Amelios smells a rather delicious aroma, and heads towards the source, finding the enigmatic Druid there. He smiled in greeting and pointed towards the spit. "May I?"

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Jul 28, 2005 3:08 pm

QUOTE (Kaihaku @ Thu Jul 28, 2005 7:46 am)
During the week long journey, Cedric approaches the cart of the birdman who took command during the battle. The Holy Knight waits until the others are out of earshot before speaking to the birdman, â€œGreetings friend. Your council in the battle was wise and well placed. I thank thee for it.â€ Cedric pauses for a moment glancing turns the wagon carrying the wizardess, â€œAlthough Lady Yeesha is the leader of the expedition, the last battle illustrated the need for swift decisions from one with a grasp of the situation. Not only do you have a good knowledge of tactics, you can fly allowing you not only to quickly understand the full situation but also to travel swiftly across the field. You should take up a leadership position under Lady Yeesha. Leaving her unguarded as in the last battle is unacceptable as you no doubt understand. We need leadershipâ€¦ You were not the only one giving orders during the last encounter, too many commanders can be far worse than not having one. I suggest that you speak with Lady Yeesha and take up such position otherwise there will be conflicts of leadership and tactics will vanish in the heat of battle.â€

"I am no tactician, friend," the birdman responds to the paladin, "only another soldier who saw a need for our team to fight as a unit. But you're right. Yeesha should be with us, especially if there's a fight, and chain of command must always be known and preserved. I'll speak with her as soon as I can."
"While we're speaking, I was wondering. You are a sturdy fighter, friend, and you know what would serve your abilities and temperment better than I would. But I've often seen the ground-dweller fighters choosing to fight from horseback, if they wear as much armor as you seem to favor. If you don't mind my asking, is there a reason you go on foot? Preference, or religious reasons?"
---
The birdman had taken to sleeping in his cart in the mornings as the group travelled, asleep within an hour of first light and camp being broken, awake a few hours after the midday-meal had been shared in the wagons. When the wagons first stopped, and the ninja begin practicing his forms, he watched for a few minutes before approached the ninja, carying a quarterstaff over his shoulder, and bowing and asking for permission to spar with him. "It's been too many years since I last trained, friend. And we could both, I think, use the chance to practice against fighting styles we haven't seen before."
In the evenings, he often took a seat by the fire, joining into the discussions and adding unusual and humerous anecdotes from his own travels. He had also offered lessons in self-defense for anyone interested, pointing out that even a wizard or a bard might need to rely on a dagger instead of a spell at some point. But mostly he relaxed, enjoying the warmpth and the peace while it lasted.
When the night fell, and the others took to their tents, the birdman changed out of his chain-shirt and into the boiled-leather armor he had often worn in the cities. Chain provided better protection, but leather didn't clink when you were scouting. He had noticed the catman leaving for the woodline in the daytime. As for Brand, he would make sure enemies didn't sneak up during the night. A birdman's eyes should see farther in the dark, anyways. Taking a small wallet of food for the lonely night, the birdman walked off to begin his patrol.
((And, just like Merkass, I'll scout during the nighttime. I'll be on the ground most of the time, but pop up above the treeline once or twice a night to see the lay of the land, and to watch for large movements, dust clouds, or burning towns. But mostly I'll be on the ground, looking for tracks or signs of enemies, and keeping the camp safe. In case it's necessary, I have low-light vision, and unerring direction to keep me from getting lost in the night.))
Survival checks for 7 nights for tracking:
7 (skill) + [19, 3, 7, 18, 2, 5, 15] = [26, 10, 14, 25, 9, 12, 22]
Listen checks for 7 nights:
7 (skill) + [10, 4, 8, 16, 16, 2, 1] = [17, 11, 15, 23, 23, 9, 8]
Spot checks for 7 nights:
9 (skill) + [7, 15, 18, 8, 8, 2, 3] = [16, 24, 27, 17, 17, 11, 12]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Jul 28, 2005 5:29 pm
((I think our sullen sorcerer needs a lot of them, Kai. Oh, btw, if I'm not mistaken, everyone should be back up to full HP after a week of light travel and no fighting))

Posted by: Cyrus Thu Jul 28, 2005 8:54 pm
Over the week, Castor kept mostly to himself, either practicing his axe strokes or taking refuge in the shade of a nearby tree. Seemed like the natural thing to do. he wasn't one for conversation, and he doubted he'd become one over this trip, however long it was going to be. The only interaction he had with most of them was dinner, and even then, he was back to his usual spot before long. He decided to patrol alongside the carraige during the day; he needed to unstiffen his muscles and the caravan could use a little extra fortification. It was better than being inside, at least.
As the paladin approached, the minotaur's eyebrows raised. What business could this knight possibly have with him? Suprised that it was simple concern, Castor shook his head and pulled back the chain on his arm to show him the non-existant wound. "Not even a scar left," the mercanary comments, smirking. "Muscles are a bit tight, but that won't last long. Suprised it's not worse."
During one of his practices, Castor's axe nearly flies out of his hand and barely has enough time to move it into the ground. Swearing in his native tongue, he picks up his axe and lays against a nearby tree, thinking a little rest would clam his nerves.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Jul 28, 2005 8:59 pm
Kyoji nods slowly to Brand : "Your suggestion has merit. Very well. Give me a moment to put sparring sheathes over my blades," Kyoji asks as he pulls out a pair of leather coverings and slides them over his swords. After securing the sheathes in place, Kyoji whirls his swords around and falls into a fighting stance. "Shall we begin?"
-----------------
Earlier:
Kyoji drops his weapons as Cedric pulls the apple and tosses it to him. One free hand misses, but the other manages to grab the fruit.
((A 2, then a 19. What the hell. I mean, really. I think this ninja has an ancestral curse or something.))
: "You are correct. I seek mastery over what I have been taught, and obviously I am far from it. Twice I have blundered in relatively simple tests. Where this combat, such mistakes are paid for in blood," Kyoji replies. "Until I have trained myself to work flawlessly, I cannot cease."

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Thu Jul 28, 2005 10:03 pm
((Since the time seems to be rather peaceful, Isyndel changes her prepared spell list: 4/3/3 0: Detect Magic, Disrupt Undead, Ghost Sound, Daze 1: Magic Missile, Sleep, Ray of Enfeeblement 2: Otrant's Acid Arrow, Web, Scorching Ray ))
Isyndel, for the most part, kept to herself or toyed idly with Sleet. The little cat was her constant companion, black as night except for a simple patch of white fur on her chest, and so long as the Wizardess kept her distance from others the little cat made herself more than present. The duo were well-matched in that regard, as Isyndel had little to no inclination to speak to anyone else in the group, save one.
On one of the nights, Sleet darted to the shadows when Damas approached her 'master,' and Isyndel could only purse her lips in response to his apology. She managed a muffled "Mrm," and nodded before turning on her heels and walking away while her hand brushed vehemently through her hair in one motion. Isyndel regarded the apology as she had regarded the previous matter; it changed nothing; her words still rang true to her.
The Wizardess pondered between and even during her studies on the meaning of her examination post-battle. She felt sure, or at least very near so of the things that she determined, and countless scenarios presented themselves to her. She even lay awake several nights thinking of the consequences, thinking of links to this and that, thinking of possibilities.
On one of those days, she could take it no longer. Brushing her dress clean and straight, she sought out to speak with Lady Yeesha face to face and alone to discuss her findings.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Jul 29, 2005 1:43 am
((A continuation of my previous in character post, done over AIM with TUM )) "Yes? What is it?" Yeesha asks, turning to face the young monk. "Aside from my personal training and meditation, I have been watching the others, but especially Damas. Even though he tried to make his peace with Isyndel and Amelios, her still seems very sullen and unusually depressed."
Kethra pauses for a moment, her gaze turning to Damas for a moment before turning back to Yeesha.
"It is a bit embarrassing to admit this, but I am very concerned for his well being. In such a state, he could put not only himself but others at risk as well. There has to be something we can do to help, but I have no ideas."
Yeesha frowns, tapping the bottom of her staff thoughtfully against the ground. "Well... I know that Isyndel didn't accept the apology well, but what about Amelios? He doesn't seem the type to hold grudges."
"Amelios seems to be willing to give Damas another chance. However, I suspect that is not the reason for his depression."
"Then what is?" Yeesha asks.
"I cannot say for sure. When I talked to him last week, he said that keeping his distance is what has kept him alive, but he did not say when that mentality set in, or why. I suspect that it could have brought up bitter memories, which could be why he is acting like this."
Kethra sighs heavily and rests her hand on her forehead.
"In which case, I suppose it could sort of be my fault. Whatever I caused him to remember must be pretty bad if such depression has taken over him. I want to help him, but I don't know how."
Yeesha shrugs. "Unfortunately, I don't know much about your friend Damas. He was recommended by a sorcerer acquaintance of mine when I was searching. I checked the basics to make sure he was right for the mission, but never delved too deeply."
"If you want to try and help him out of his gloom, you're welcome to it, but I'm not sure how I would help," Yeesha says.
"You are suggesting that I should just talk with him and listen to what he has to say?"
"That's about all I can think of. You might also try befriending him. I recall hearing about a similar problem with Dean back when he was new... Natasha befriended him, and he eventually ended up as the leader of the rescue team that saved Nick the first time around," Yeesha says with a grin. "Of course, they also ended up getting married as I recall, so you may wish to tread carefully."
"Married? Oh believe me when I say that I have no wish for such a thing any time soon."
Kethra chuckles lightly.
"Either way, thank you for the advice. I hope to speak with you again soon."
"You're welcome," Yeesha replies. "Hey, pay attention at tonight's dinner. I'll talk about some of the stuff I saw Sig and Cray do!"
"I'm looking forward to it."
Kethra smiles and bows her head slightly.
"If you have no further need of me, I think Iâ€™ll go try to get our sullen friend to join us for dinner this time."
"Good luck," Yeesha says as she waves goodbye.
Kethra waves back and walks off towards Damas.

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Jul 29, 2005 3:17 am
Cedric tilts his head to the side, â€œFlawlessly? But to what aim? There must be a reason you are so driven. Pride? Hate? Love?â€ The Paladin shakes his head with a smile, â€œDonâ€™t let my probing annoy you, I just like to know what allies are fighting for.â€
"I'm sure. You are a paladin, after all. Fighting the good fight in name of your god. Tracking down evil and destroying it. The champion of the people, adored by all," Kyoji replies neutrally. "Why do you fight? What drives you?"
Cedric chuckles, â€œFair enoughâ€¦although your preconceptions are wrong, you might be surprised by how many donâ€™t adore my order.â€ Resting his hammer upon the ground, Cedric leans against it and stares into the distance, â€œI was once a sickly child. The pain and isolation I felt are little compare to those of the people around me.â€ Cedric looks at the Ninja, â€œBut that pain I felt as a child allows me a faint glimpse of the pain in those around me. In my pain, small and unimportant as it was, I was comforted and supported. Choosing to not do the same is one of the worst evils I can imagine.â€ A grin spreads across his face, â€œâ€¦and since I have no real talents, I became a warrior.â€
"Disparaging your talent may be humble, I would caution against too much of it, lest your perception of yourself become warped," Kyoji replies. "Not to mention you insulted all other warriors with that line, humorous though you may find it. You became a paladin because you were comforted and supported and wanted to see the same done for others," Kyoji repeats, tilting his head at the paladin. "You surprise me. I had expected that to be the past of our clerics."
Cedric shakes his head, â€œI originally thought to become a cleric but my strengths, rather obviously, lay elsewhere. There are few I admire more than healers and in comparison I find my own taskâ€¦although necessaryâ€¦brutish. As for my jest on the part of warriors, I find it to be both true and false. Combat does require talent butâ€¦is a talent for destruction truly something to boast of? We must fight to defend and protect but that does not alter the true nature of warfare.â€ Cedric chuckles, â€œWhat past did you expect of me? A bold youth who encountered the Goddess upon a mountaintop and dashed around on a brilliant white stallion liberating the innocent with a holy blade?â€
"I was thinking more of someone that had witnessed the desolation of the Devil Kings and wished to combat it... Though upon reflection, the fact that you venerate Mitula instead of Volcanon indicated otherwise," Kyoji replies.
Cedric nods, â€œThere are many who are driven by hatred of destruction and corruption, my calling was of a different natureâ€¦and although my calling was to serve, the means of the service were wisely based on skill. Thus I am a knight and not a cleric. I do much more good in this position then I would otherwise.â€
Kyoji nods. "A wise assessment of your own skills is the first step to victory."
Cedric smiles, "Now then...what of you?"
"I am training because it is what I was raised to do and is what this land demands of me. For generations, my clan has trained its members in the ways of stealth, spell, and the sword. Since the awakening of the Dragon, the world has known little else but war interspersed by short periods of peace," Kyoji looks around. "This land has been under siege constantly for longer than most know. The ninja of my clan have fought an invisible war against the forces of darkness since the Ancients collapsed. In secret, we strike at those who would threaten our homes. From the shadows, we slay those who would do evil before their schemes can come to fruition. To that end I must keep myself honed at all times. Just as we strike without warning, so may the enemy."
Cedric frowns, "I do not disagree that perfection should be strived for in such matters... I am merely of the opinion that it should never be considered a goal in and of itself."
"Why not?" Kyoji asks.
"Consider an archmage or warrior whose only goal is to further their art to perfection? Nothing else would be of importance to them." Cedric shifted his weight slightly and looked out into the distance once more, "It is important to remember that the powerless have just as much merit as the powerful."
"You're equating goals with values now. I do see your point though," Kyoji says. "I merely put forth that to seek perfection in oneself is not necessarily bad, provided you don't let it cloud your mind."
Cedric seems to ponder this for a moment, then nods, "Then in your termology, what I believe is that perfection should not be what one values." The Holy Knight glances back at the others, "There is one other matter I wanted to discuss with you... From your training, I might assume that your order is rather disciplined. Because of this I though I might ask a favor of youâ€¦â€

Posted by: Twitch Fri Jul 29, 2005 4:13 am
*Gabriel had spent most of the week walking along the caravan as a sentry and observing the interactions between the members of the ragtag force that he was now a part of.* Well, it would seem we've got some definite chemistry when it comes to fighting, both on AND off the battlefield... It'd be a shame to have this little venture cut short because of some petty squabbles in the early going. Those walking corpses were hardly something to get my blood pumping... hell, they were hardly enough to consider a warm-up. I'd rather not have my fun cut short before I can really test my blade.
*looking around, he noticed Castor taking a break from his training*
...might as well get to know the one who I'll be scrapping with out on the front lines
"Taking a break so soon, friend? I hope you won't be so quick to let me have the fun when the fighting starts..." he paused, half smiled and offered his hand, "I'm Gabriel, judging by the way you handle your axe, I have to admit, I'm glad we're lining up on the same side..."
*Gabriel shrugged and scratched the top of his head*
"...Speaking of which, anytime you'd like to spar, I'd be more than willing to have at it with you, armed or unarmed. It beats swinging at phantom enemies, we might even learn a thing or two to make us better together when the time for fight is here again."

Posted by: Critical Mass Fri Jul 29, 2005 5:45 am

QUOTE (Aldur @ Thu Jul 28, 2005 2:42 pm)
Amelios smells a rather delicious aroma, and heads towards the source, finding the enigmatic Druid there. He smiled in greeting and pointed towards the spit. "May I?"

Eyclone lazily waves an arm to encompase the area around the fire and gives a friendly nod. "Of course. I thought it'd be nice if we all had some real food for a change." He lifts a stick to his mouth, the skinned and charred snake wrapped around it, and takes a small bite, savoring the flavor of real, hot meat after so many nights of trail rations and dried-out jerky. "Your name was Amelios, correct? I don't believe we have been properly introduced. Rhizor Eyclone." The batling extends his small hand in greeting.

Posted by: Aldur Fri Jul 29, 2005 2:41 pm
The kyantol nods politely and shakes the batling's hand. "Indeed. Amelios Adelhyde. Well met good sir." He smiled again at the other, and proceeds to head towards the rabbits, taking one down on a stick and he laughed merrily. "I could devour this whole. Hehe. It seems the member's of the group have many talents. Though tell me, you are a druid correct? I must admit my ignorance on the subject of your vocation yet...are you able to kill animals so freely. Not that I am complaining however!"

Posted by: Cyrus Fri Jul 29, 2005 7:25 pm
Castor snorts at Gabriel's comment as he takes his hand and helps himself up. "Pretty sure that's an insult, but I'll take it anyway," he says, matching Gabriel's half smile with one of his own. "Castor," he says, repaying the fighter's courtesy with his own. He then listens to the half-giant's suggestion, nodding in agreement as he finishes. "I'll take you up on anything you think would help, but armed combat might not be wise. Being injured right before an ambush doesn't sound like a smart idea." The minotaur then goes silent for a moment, furrowing his brow in thought before lifting his head again. "I know just what we could do...it's a test people of my clan would often do when they didn't want to maim each other. They make a circle, and..." He begins to explain, but he stops mid-way, and seems to have trouble putting it into words. "You know what, I'll show you. Much clearer that way." He then picks up his axe and motions Gabriel to follow, but suddenly stops and reaches into his coin pouch, drawing out five gold. "Here," he says, handing the coins off the Gabriel. "A bet's a bet."

Posted by: Century Fri Jul 29, 2005 10:25 pm
~Elias had been restless for much of the journey, unwilling to join with the rest of the group. The recent battle had brought up elements of his past which he wished to have laid to rest - his devotion to magic had faltered. And not for the first time~
~But he had dwelled on it too much. The smell of fresh food finally aroused him from his meditation, so he pulled himself up, brushed the dust from his wings and made his way towards one of the campfires. The welcoming warmth pulled him forwards relentlessly, towards the pair that sat by it. One of them belonged to a race he had met before - the graceful Kyantol. The other was a complete mystery, and he thought perhaps at last he could find something out about the enigmatic creature. And, also, something about those with whom he had previously fought for his life~
~He should have done this earlier. Much earlier~
"Hello," he said as he joined them, nodding his head slightly in greeting. He waited for them to invite him properly before he took a seat before the fire~

Posted by: Aldur Fri Jul 29, 2005 10:32 pm
"Greetings to you, come join us." Amelios gestured for Elias to come closer towards the heat. He studied the newcomer for a moment, and then grinned at him. "I'm sorry, I do believe I forgot your name..."

Posted by: Century Fri Jul 29, 2005 10:54 pm
"Thank you", he replies, taking a seat next to the Kyantol. "I'm Elias. I'm not sure I caught either of yours..."

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Jul 29, 2005 11:15 pm
"There is a young monk traveling among us, judging from her behavior thus far I fear for her. Perhaps she was not fully prepared to leave her monastery but if she is to remain in her order I think it would be best to surround her with disciplined companions. Otherwise I believe she will fall from her position.â€ Cedric states seriously.
Kyoji reaches down, picking up and sheathing his blades before standing. "Yes, I noted her. She practices a style that orginated in my homeland, but was brought to these lands by a few masters that sought to spread their teachings. While she is not as disciplined as I expected, what specifically makes you fear for her?"
â€œHer outburst at the meeting disturbed me greatly as does her choice in company. Bards and sorcerers can be loyal allies and companions butâ€¦for one raised among disciplined minds their chaotic ways could have a very negative effect. One of the dangers of structured learning is that the pupil may simply puppet the teachings of their masters leaving them vulnerable when their beliefs are challenged later.â€ Cedric frowns, "If they influence her into reconsidering her beliefs, she could abandon her former values completely."
"Are you sure what her beliefs are to begin with?" Kyoji asks.
"I know little of her order but I have known a few monks. If I as a Paladin were openly questioning the Goddess, would you not be concerned?" Cedric shakes his head, â€œThe monks Iâ€™ve known where like rocksâ€¦no, forces of nature. Secure in their inner discipline they possessed an impressive calm in even the most trying situations.â€
"That would depend highly on what questions were being asked," Kyoji replies, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. "I see what you're driving at, but have you considered this might be a test for her?"
Cedric nods, â€œI have no doubt that it is. However, when one falters, is it not right to offer aid? I am not suggesting that we baby sit her but rather that in the midst of all this chaos we remind her of order and stability...tactfully of course.â€
"I do not see much cause for worry in that one yet. Her discipline is being tested. If it is strong, she will not need our help. If her beliefs are this easily broken, then they were never strong to begin with and she has a different calling. However, should things be stacked unfairly against her, I will intervene," Kyoji replies. "But I do think you're overreacting a little. What I am concerned about is her lack of decisiveness. She wandered to and fro in that last battle, but never closed to actual combat," Kyoji states. â€œIf she keeps refusing to act, she will become more of a liability than an asset."
Cedric nods, â€œPerhapsâ€¦I did not observe her in the last battle. I am also concerned about the sorcerer, many among of our allies seems to despise him. I believe it is better to address conflict among allies before it becomes an issue in combat.â€
"The sorcerer is not well liked because he rejects all attempts at befriending save the monk," Kyoji states, neutrally. "The fact he apologized to those he insulted bodes well, but it may be just that his mood fluctuates like the tides."
Cedric rubs his beard thoughtfully, â€œI would rather that such personal conflicts do not manifest themselves on the battlefield. The matter of the sorcerer is one I was planning on discussing with the Cleric Amelios rather than yourself. It may be an overreaction but please consider offering the Monk the chance to commune with a disciplined mind during this journey. Occasional training exercises such as yours or guided meditation could do much.â€
"I will consider it," Kyoji replies.
Cedric smiles, â€œMany thanks, friend. Now, would you like a body to strike at as opposed to the air?â€
"If you wish to spar, I would welcome a change of pace. Do you wish to do swordfighting only or a full spar?" Kyoji asks.
Cedric glances at his weapon with a grin, "Playing to my strength, a full spar."
"Very well. A moment to attach my sparring sheathes," Kyoji replies as he unsheathe his blades only to place an odd sort of leather covering over them. "I trust you have sufficient training to not strike to injure with the hammer unrestrained?
Cedric raises a hand, "I do but if you trust me, I shall trust you to use uncovered blades. If one of us errors and causes harm, I will ask the Goddess to close the wounds."
â€œThe combat style I used is highly dangerous without the coverings in sparring. I simply do not wish to take the risk," Kyoji says as he takes a defense stance.
Cedric nods, â€œVery well.â€ He takes several steps back and also adopts a defensive stance. As Kyoji makes no move, he raises his hammer and swings it at the Ninja. Slower than his normal strikes with the hammer turned slightly to the side, the Paladin misses.
[Combat Expertise â€“3]
[Attack Roll 12 + 9 â€“ 7 = 14]
As soon as Cedric strikes, Kyoji springs into action with his two blades, slashing twice at the paladin only to have each blow parried. Before Cedric can react, however, the ninja attacks again! This time, one of the blows penetrates Cedric's defenses, bashing his side well. Then, the ninja vanishes.
[Cedric AC 18 + 3 = 21]
[1 hit 9 Subdual]
Cedricâ€™s eyes narrow but he remains calm at the disappearance of the Ninja. The Paladin frowns and holds his weapon defensively, glancing around and bracing himself.
[Will Save 11 + 6 = 17]
[Spot 17]
[Listen 4]
[Total Defense +4]
Cedric feels an impact against his armor, and for a moment sees Kyoji strike him, but the ninja vanishes again after his attack.
The Paladin takes a deep breath and takes a step to the side, swiftly swinging out with his hammer towards the area where he spotted the Ninja for a moment.
[Combat Expertise â€“3]
[Attack Roll 8 + 9 â€“ 7 = 10]
Cedric hits only air, but once again feels something impact his armor. However, he also feels a sharp pain as something strikes him in the head.
[Total Subdual Exceeds Maximum HP]
Cedric staggers for a moment, his vision clouding then falls forward, his hammer still grasped tightly in his locked gauntlet.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jul 29, 2005 11:36 pm
((For my part, won Initiative, then readied action. Attacked twice with two weapons, got one 20. Failed to confirm, but got max damage, Ghost Step for invisibility, missed, Ghost Stepped again, landed a critical threat with Sneak Attack damage for near max damage. And more IMing.))
Kyoji approaches Amelios as he sits at the fire.
"Excuse me, Amelios, but I fear I need your services," Kyoji asks.
Amelios smiles at the approaching ninja, the smile changing to a look of curiousity. "What do you need my assistance with?"
"While sparring with the paladin Cedric, I hit a bit too hard and knocked him unconscious. I lack the healing gift, and so sought you out," Kyoji responds.
Amelios nods slowly, and grins at him. "A bit too hard eh...alright then. Where is he? And you must be skilled. He is a hardy person." He cheerily studies the ninja's face, noting that he couldn't tell much because of the mask.
"By the woods. I will lead you to him," Kyoji says as he leads the healer to the unconscious paladin.
"Alrighty." The Kyantol follows serenly after the ninja, stopping to kneel over Cedric. he examined him for a moment, and looked back up at the ninja. "You sure did a number on him...I'll fix this up for you." Amelios smiled and Gently touched his hand on Cedric's body. The warm healing glow emitted, reviving the fallen Paladin.
"Are you all right now?" Kyoji asks as Cedric regains consciousness. "I did not think the blow would fell you that quickly. I apologize."
Cedric blinks for a moment then chuckles, standing slowly, "I should apologize, I was far from a worthy match for you." He shakes his head, "I'll have to renew my own training to keep up with you."
"I thank you for the compliment," Kyoji replies. "But it was a challenge to pierce your defenses, indeed. Have no doubt of that."

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Jul 30, 2005 12:08 am
Cedric shakes his head, â€œWhose the humble one now? You escaped without a scratch.â€ Sighing, the Paladin nods to the cleric, â€œAhâ€¦Amelios, I thank you. Let us hope that I never require such aid from thee in true combat.â€ Cedric unlocks his gauntlet and slides his hammer away, a slight frown crossing his face, â€œActually, I was planning on speaking with you. I am concerned about the sorcerer; many of allies seem to detest him. Do you have some insight on this matter? I would like to resolve it.â€

Posted by: Aldur Sat Jul 30, 2005 12:37 am
Amelios quickly looks Cedric over, not noting any serious injuries, he then nods to himself. He frowned at the question, and scratched his chin, thinking carefully about the matter at hand. "He's very distant and cold. Very Mistrusting, and very prone to insults. He's only really friendly with Kethra. True he did apologise, but probably at her behest I believe. Mayhap some past trauma...He has trust issues, and his moods swing like a firecracker. He is indeed Volatile. But then...the majority of Sorceror's tend to be."
The Kyantol nodded again at his own insight, and smiled at the Paladin. Hoping he had been able to help in some small way.

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Jul 30, 2005 1:01 am
((I've got a few things going on right now, but nothing has come to fruition as of yet.)) ((Knowledge Check: 19 + 3 = 22)) *Merkass had watched Kyoji's training with great interest. He always enjoyed seeing others training, honing their skills, and bettering themselves so that they may stand more ardently against their enemies. Kyoji, however, seemed different. Of course, he was a ninja, and theatrics were his specialty. Disappearing into thin air, veiled garb, and the other outward things making his profession apparent all seemed frivolous to him, and he had no taste for it. The business end of one's weapon should be enough to tell an opponent that they are facing a worthy - if not overpowering - opponent. Merkass could appreciate his talents, however, for they synched well with his own. Stealth, decisive strikes, planned efforts, and swift combat were as much Merkass' nature as they were Kyoji's.
Something stood out this time, however. Kyoji's practice seemed different from normal. The motion, the stance, and the grip on Kyoji's blades seemed awkward, yet it seemed remarkably effective. Merkass was nearly stunned by the way Kyoji had dismantled the Paladin, and now he had to know more. When the scene was cleared and the Paladin taken care of, Merkass approached Kyoji, wishing to have a word with him. As he approached he bowed his head as if a student to him as he introduced himself formally*
: Greetings. My name is Merkass, and I admire your swordsmanship and stealth prowess. *Merkass raises his head* Your form with a sword is interesting, as was the speed with which you felled your sparring partner. I wish to see how you achieved such accurate, decisive blows.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Jul 30, 2005 1:31 am
Isyndel had fretted over her thoughts enough, and when the opportunity arose (when the Lady was alone and the ears were more than scarce), she wandered to Yeesha and gave a sweeping curtsy. "Lady, a moment of your time if you will." "Eh? Oh, of course, of course. You don't need to call me Lady out here, though. This is hardly the royal court," Yeesha replies as she turns to the young mage.
"Forgive me," she replied softly. "Custom is not easy for me to forget even here." She paced a step or two, facing the more experienced Yeesha squarely. "I suppose I should cut immediately to the point. Our adversaries from before, they were unusual, no?"
"A little. It's odd that that there was no sign of decay, but they acted normally otherwise," Yeesha replies.
"Mm. They did at that," Isyndel replied. "I examined one of the fallen after our oh-so-wonderful dance with them, and I must say I am left somewhat perplexed by my findings."
"What did you find?" Yeesha asks.
She folded her hands across her chest. "Nothing I would have expected. An apparent lack of summoning magic, for one. Which, I suppose, comes to no surprise to anyone given even the most simpleminded could see there was no apparent summoner."
Yeesha taps her staff, thoughtfully. "Do you mean they weren't conjured or weren't brought back to life using a spell?"
Isyndel gave a short nod. "Ultimately that would be the conclusion I am led to. There were traces...feelings of necromancy about it, but no other evidences of spellcasting that I'm aware of."
"Lady, I cannot shake the impression that these were fashioned in some way. Some way I am loathe to think about."
Yeesha frowns. "Undead not raised by spells... That is disturbing indeed. Do you have any other thoughts on this?"
"Many," Isyndel spoke firmly. "But none stand any further correct to me than any other, at the moment."
Yeesha shakes her head. "Bah. I don't like this one bit. If we weren't busy searching for the Prince, I'd have liked to look into this more thoroughly..."
"I like it no more than you do, Lady, but..." she trailed off momentarily, rubbing her index finger over her lip in thought. "...puppets, seemingly. Marionettes, even. At the risk of sounding like a horrid cliche, one must be pulling the others strings somehow."
"The lady Dava's creatures you spoke of earlier. Is there anything you could tell me of her methods? Even if her necromancy methods are different than normal as you say...perhaps I would benefit from seeing this subject from a new angle."
Yeesha shakes her head. "These were no puppets. Whatever they were, I've seen enough combat to know a corpse when I see one. Dava? She's a spiritualist, I believe. Instead of binding arcane forces to her zombies, she calls on the spirit to animate it once more. Much like a haunter can inhabit an inanimate object."
Isyndel nodded. "Oh, what I would not do for a library right now," she complained.
"I brought a few books with me, if you want to look over them," Yeesha says. "They're with my things, in the cart."
Her eyes brightened. "I would very much like to, yes. My thanks, Lady Yeesha. I will do so immediately, and I hope for the sake of my sleep that I can come to some sort of conclusion about it all soon."
"Don't study too hard," Yeesha says with a slight grin. "You get sleepy and there's an ambush again, I don't want any blaze spells hitting the cart 'cause you're too tired to aim."
"Worry not, I shall be careful. By your leave, then."
Yeesha nods and gives a slight bow with a grin.
She gave another curtsy before retreating to find the books, worried that she had made so little progress delving into this mystery.

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Jul 30, 2005 1:58 am
: "Are you asking for demonstration, or for sparring?" Kyoji asks. : "Whichever you feel would be more appropriate." *Merkass knew his skill with a bow far outweighed his sword prowess, but he would not let that hold him back if a spar was to be.*
: "Very well," Kyoji says, twirling his swords around in a series of manuevers. "This style of fighting is known as the Twin Dragon swordsmanship style. It was designed to counteract the awkwardness of fighting with two weapons. Used in conjunction with a few defensive tricks, it is highly effective. I use my longer ninja-to blade to parry while I close in and stab with my short sword..."
*Kyoji goes through his stances and forms and explains each one. After a few hours, Merkass begins to grasp what Kyoji is doing. *
Merkass is begining to learn Twin Dragon Swordfighting!
Over the next week, Merkass learns how to fight effectively with two weapons and gains a +1 reduction in penalty for using two weapons.
((INT check: 1d20 + 3 = 13 + 3 = 16))
*Merkass is now thoroughly impressed with Kyoji's grasp of swordsmanship. Whereas before Merkass may have believed it was part of his oriental training, instead he seemed to be perfecting a new technique. Merkass felt he had gained a good grasp on what Kyoji had shown him, and so Merkass felt he should give something in return. Merkass reached into his braided mane and untied a strand of cloth interwoven in it. The cloth was tattered, gray, and extremely weathered. Merkass stretched his hand halfway to Kyoji with the cloth in it.*
: Your teachings are greatly appreciated, and I wish to offer this in return. This is a shred of cloth from the first undead creature I ever faced and destroyed. Though you may not understand its significance, know that I wish my luck in felling such a foe transfer to you against them as well. Please, take it as a sign of friendship and gratitude. I wish to see more of you in future encounters.

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Jul 30, 2005 6:27 am
*Faralon sighs. Well this is boring...That cat-man and the ninja are training all day...I suppose I won't get a chance to talk to either of them. That's okay, though. That ninja's a bit creepy, anyway. Faralon notices Van sitting alone, so he decides to approach him. Well, I may as well talk to somebody while I'm here. After that battle, things have actually seemed boring.*
Faralon: "Hello, there."
Van jerked in surprise as he had been lost in thought about his village and hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings. "Ah.... hello. Sorry, you caught me off guard there."
Faralon: "Ah...I didn't really mean to. You just looked kind of bored, and we haven't really gotten the chance to talk much until now. I'm not sure whether or not you've heard of me, but my name is Faralon Faesaen."
*Faralon points to his brother, a bit away from them.*
Faralon: "That's my brother, Ashathel, in case you were curious."
"I'm Van, and sorry, but no, I haven't heard of either of you. People with musical talent typically don't come to my village." Shrugging lightly, Van keeps speaking. "Truthfully, I never really care one way or another about music as I always had other things to worry about."
*No care for music? Bah...What a fool.* "Ah, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure by the end of our adventure, though, you'll see music in a new light." *Faralon smirks. That certainly won't be my last song, so you better learn to appreciate my songs, human...Faralon thinks to himself.*
A slight chuckle came from Van. "Perhaps, it depends on how much money I make off of this trip."
*Faralon smirks.* "I didn't say you'd have to pay me...Heheh. So, why are you trying to earn money? Simply for the money itself, or do you have another purpose with it?"
All signs of mirth or amusement vanished from Van's face. "It's..... it's for my village. Even as out of the way as we are, we still hear rumors about strange things going on and recently a few of our people vanished. Naturally people are worried and I volunteered to go out and try to get some money so the village can hire people to build some sort of wall around the village and perhaps train a few of us to better protect ourselves."
Faralon: "Hmm...That is odd. The people are simply vanishing? Perhaps it's possible that it's connected with the disappearance of the Prince - and if that's the case, that would save you some time, at least."
*Surely he must have been thinking about that before I in"terrupted his thoughts, then.*
"Perhaps.... but I really have no idea. It could be simple bandits and muderers picking our village as a target." Van emits a long sigh, looking worried. "But not even our best hunters could find conclusive tracks one way or another if it is bandits or not so for all we know it could be monsters."
Faralon: "...And intelligent ones, at that, if they were incapable of being tracked. I'm sorry to hear about your village. I'm sure things will work out. It's probably best not to think of it. That would just bring you down...And we don't need another emotional ally."
*Faralon smirks slightly. I wonder if he knows who I'm referring to? But if he was always this much in deep thought, I suppose it's possible he has no idea.*
Pausing, Van takes a moment to think. "You are referring to..... Damas was it? I admit, I haven't fully learned who...and what.... everyone is yet."
*Faralon nods.*
Faralon: "That's the one. I myself don't know most of the group. I have been keeping a watchful eye, and an open ear, however, to learn most of the group's names so far. Some of them are, how I should say, unapproachable, though. Take that cat-man over there, for example. He's completely determined to train. I can't interrupt that, and he's also keeping that ninja busy, as well. We were really thrown together before we could get to know each other, so that has made battling a little more difficult. Sure, it's important to know your enemies, but it's just as important to know your allies, too."
"You know.... before I came across this group, I never had seen a catman. Actually, aside from my fellow humans, the only other races in this group I have seen before are minatours and a couple of elves." Chuckling, Van added one more sentance. "There is also the fact I have never seen magic used in combat before that fight with the zombies."
Faralon: "Truly? Catfolk are far more common than minotaurs, at least in my experience. Ah, new to magic? Lucky you! We have a few magic users about...Actually, I can use a bit of magic, myself."
"I spent some time with a group of minotaurs as part of a job I took earlier. Seemed like a decent lot to me...... and what kind of spells can you cast?"
Faralon: "Oh, nothing too fancy yet. Right now it's an assortment of spells...Some generic things like Light, and a mind altering spell that will send my enemy to their knees...laughing."
*Faralon chuckles at a thought. Ah, I remember when I used that on my brother not so long ago...THAT was amusing.*
Van took immediate notice at Faralon's chuckling. "Mind altering spell....? I don't suppose you have used it for pranks before or something similar." Pausing, Van has an idea. "Though that could be useful for getting that Damas to perhaps be a little less emotional during critical times."
Faralon: "A few...You know, you have a good point there. But then...I don't think the rest of the group would find that to be a good idea, or terribly funny. Plus, once it wears off, I imagine Damas wouldn't be too pleased."
*Faralon smirks.*
Faralon: "But that would be amusing..."
Van blinked once in slight confusion. "I don't mean to use it as a prank or anything, but as a way to make sure his emotions don't get in the way during a battle."
Faralon: "Oh, you don't understand. It renders the opponent useless, because they're laughing that much! It would do nothing but get him killed, really, if I were to use it on him in battle. It's not exactly a friendly spell."
Frowning, Van sought to clarify what the spell did. "So... the only thing you can do with the spell is make someone laugh and that is it? I suddenly lost much of my respect for magic."
*Faralon shakes his head.*
Faralon: "That's just one spell I have at my disposal. Besides, the spell is much worse than you imagine it to be, I assure you. Perhaps if I get a chance to use it, you can see how ruthless it really is. To give you a better idea of how it works...The victim begins to laugh uncontrollably...To the point where they can't attack or use magic. It's more or a less a more humorous version of the spell Hold Person - and I'm sure it's not hard to figure out what that does."
*Just wait until you see it in action, Van. Don't be so quick to lose respect for something you know so little about.*
"Well, that doesn't change the fact that the myths I grew up with about magic users being all powerful were just proven false." A sligh smirk creased Van's features. "Though, I guess I shouldn't be suprised about that, as myths are often false anyway."
Faralon: "Well, magic users do have their weaknesses...But they have their strengths, as well. But then, so do fighters, right? No one is really 'all-powerful', no matter how much they'd like to believe otherwise. Oh well...I think I shall go and rest, now. We've a long journey ahead of us, and I don't want to wear myself out too early."
*Faralon chuckles, ready to leave for sleep.*
"Hopefully not too long of a journey. I would like it if my village was still there when I got back, you know? But, there is nothing I can do about that now and you are correct about sleep being a good idea." Figuring the conversation finished, Van started to search through his pack for the blanket he used when sleeping outdoors.

Posted by: Critical Mass Sat Jul 30, 2005 11:22 am

QUOTE (Aldur @ Fri Jul 29, 2005 2:41 pm)
The kyantol nods politely and shakes the batling's hand. "Indeed. Amelios Adelhyde. Well met good sir." He smiled again at the other, and proceeds to head towards the rabbits, taking one down on a stick and he laughed merrily. "I could devour this whole. Hehe. It seems the member's of the group have many talents. Though tell me, you are a druid correct? I must admit my ignorance on the subject of your vocation yet...are you able to kill animals so freely. Not that I am complaining however!"

Rhizor shakes his head at this common mistake. "Animals consume the flesh of other animals for sustenance all the time. Even certain types of plants do it. It is just as natural for you or I to hunt a rabbit as it is for a wolf to do so, so long as we intend to actually eat it. It is killing for sport, for pleasure, that is evil. The fact that one's victim walks on four legs rather than two does not make the act any less vile." The birdman walks up as Eyclone says this, and the batling takes the opportunity to change the subject to something lighter. "Please, feel free to join us. Though I'm afraid I didn't get the chance to catch your name.. Rhizor Eyclone." He extends his hand once more and then takes a large bite of snake, chewing it thoughtfully. "You are a mage, correct? It would appear the three primary forces of magic have all found representation here. What drew the two of you to study the Arts?"
((I messed up the Survival role results: there's enough food to feed six people for a full day. Should be enough for a decent dinner for everyone, then.))

Posted by: Damas Heretic Sat Jul 30, 2005 11:13 pm

QUOTE (Knight_019 @ Wed Jul 27, 2005 6:43 pm)
*Merkass eventually noticed Damas' sulking in the nighttimes that he and the group spent together. On one of the nights Merkass casually walked by him and made a short attempt at conversation with him before walking on* : Liven up. You have just survived a large battle, so you have no reason to act so melancholy. Greater men than yourself have fallen to such infernal creatures.

Damas lifts his head to look upon Merkass, his red orbs 'following' the cat man as he leaves. The words stick in his mind however, only serving to remind him of his reasons for being so emotional and mistrusting of others.
-----

QUOTE (Kaihaku @ Thu Jul 28, 2005 7:46 am)
At some point Cedric approached the sorcerer Damas who seemed the center of much of the tension in the group. With a smile on his face, the Paladin nodded in greetings, â€œGood day, my friend. How are you faring on this journey?â€ Reaching into a pouch at his side, the Holy Knight pulls out some dried jerky and offers it to the elf.

Damas is actually quite surprised when Cedric approaches him, her bright red eyes widening as the paladin greets him and offers him food.
"T-thanks...umm...Cedric, was it?" he replies meekly, nibbling on the jerky. "This past week has...not been kind to me, though...I suppose it is my own doing."
-----
At the moment, Damas is sitting by himself near some trees, staring at the starry sky. A squeak from his rat companion causes him to turn his attention to Kethra who is now standing about five feet away from him.
"Kethra... I thought...you'd be busy with your training." He sighs. "I would...prefer to be alone though...if you don't mind?"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Jul 30, 2005 11:15 pm
Kethra shows no change in expression at all when he asks her to leave, her face still as strait as can be. When she speaks, her voice is rather even as well. "Damas, there isn't any need to be so depressed. You did great in that last battle. Or is it something else that is bothering you?"
She begins to think back and their conversation a week ago and how just seeing her seemed to change his mood for the worse.
"Did something I say or do a week ago bring up a painful memory? If so, all I can do is say that I am sorry."

Posted by: Century Sat Jul 30, 2005 11:32 pm
~Elias reaches out a talon to shake that of Rhizor~ "Pleased to meet you, Rhizor. Elias Soarwing. Are those for the taking?" Elias gestured towards one of the staked snakes~ "Well, I won't bother you with the details," he continued, a glint in his eye revealing a smile that his beak couldn't quite perform to the extent he'd wished, "but I was never supposed to use Magic. I was to be another fighter to defend my clan's homeland."
~He hefted his spear slightly, as if in demonstration, showing his roots~
"But, on my travels, I came across a group of men. They were Wizards, and they had travelled far and wide helping people find their potential, and realising it. They found me, and showed me what it was possible for me to do. I haven't returned home yet, and that was two years ago."
~Sitting back, he pondered for amoment as he chewed, before looking up to Rhizor and Amelios for them to recite their tales~

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Jul 31, 2005 8:48 am
The group reaches Port Sprayia with no trouble, and Yeesha goes to hire a ship. The port is a robust, but moderately sized town, having been built only recently after the first Shining War. Townspeople go to and fro about their daily routine as your small caravan, consisting of the cart and your horses enter.
((You've got a few hours before the next event. A lot of downtime you say? Heh. Enjoy it while it lasts...))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Jul 31, 2005 3:17 pm
[Amelios] Cedric nods to the Cleric, "I thought such might be the case. We do not know his past or what troubles he has faced, the others are judging him much too harshly without truly understanding why he feels so threatened... He is a sorceror, being born with such power flowing through one's veins often leads to a difficult life. Many who are so blessed find themselves hated for seemingly no reason." Cedric bows witha smile, "I thank thee Amelios not only for answering my query but also for doing your best to hold this scattered group together."

QUOTE (Damas Heretic @ Sat Jul 30, 2005 11:13 pm)
Damas is actually quite surprised when Cedric approaches him, his bright red eyes widening as the paladin greets him and offers him food. "T-thanks...umm...Cedric, was it?" he replies meekly, nibbling on the jerky. "This past week has...not been kind to me, though...I suppose it is my own doing."

Cedric shakes his head, "Not completely, friend. The others are nervous as well. Seeking a target for their tension, you are easy prey. It may be difficult but this struggle shall pass, in time if you allow them to they will realize the error of their ways and will seek your friendship. However, first you must not be threatened by their insecurity..."
((Bullies, they're all bullies!!!))
[Brand]
Cedric frowns, "A mount? I have considered such in the past but when traveling admist allies I usually take on a defensive role, protecting charges rather than charging into the fray. However, this group is larger than any I have traveled with in the past. Perhaps I should purchase a mount...I will consider the matter after the sea is behind us and land before us once more."
[Port Sprayia]
[Detect Evil]
Entering the town, Cedric grins at the sight of the sea and glances at the others, "At last we have arrived." He chuckles, "I hope none of you are prone to sea sickness." Then the Paladin glances around the town, the grin beginning to fade from his face slightly.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sun Jul 31, 2005 10:36 pm
[Cedric] Brand nods. "As I said, you know your own capabilities better than I do. Peace favor your path, Paladin Cedric. [Later] Acting on the paladin's suggestion, Brand approached the lady Yeesha during a free moment. "My Lady," he began with a half grin, one that said clearly he remembered her earlier complaint about his formality, "the Paladin Cedric pointed out something to me earlier."
"Like many other youths, I felt the desire to serve in the armed forces of my homeland, and served in the frozen northlands. Though I was a scout, we were trained in small unit tactics and general logistics, though I will note that I have no formal training in grand strategy. I have, however, led men into the field of battle, and when we engaged the undead enemy, I found myself issuing orders to your team."
"The paladin pointed out, correctly I might add, that you are the ranking officer here, and the reason that we all remain in this band. He also pointed out that you will be on the field with us, should we draw steel again, and that having a junior officer shouting out orders could cause trouble."
"He suggested that we work out a chain of command before it ever came to that. Personally, I don't care for glory, or honor, or the respect given a leader. If I did, I would not have become a merchant upon leaving the army. I believe I have some talents, which if I am asked, I will gladly give to the team. However, whatever you decide as far as who gives what orders is absolute law, as far as I'm concerned. I'm just here to ask you how you want things handled."
[And now]
Brand hadn't taken the time to approach the others often, aside from an occasional sparring match with the ninja or the nightly meal, but he had been pleased as he watched the team drawing together. They were starting to understand each other, and were laying down the foundations for trust. It seemed like the concerns he had voiced to Lady Yeesha were ungrounded, at least for the moment. Of course, the real test would come later, or not at all, if they were lucky.
For now, sea travel. Joy. Nothing like wet feathers in the morning, but he had been through worse. At least he could wake up in the morning without worrying if his fingers had frozen solid overnight, like old MacSlew's had.
And he had a few hours before they pulled out. He could take that opportunity to try and sell his wares, and perhaps pick up some supplies they would likely need in the journey to come.
((TUM, could you roll for me? I think I have a +3 to merchant. Also, given that combined with my previous roll for buying the stuff, could you tell me how much of it I can sell, and at what %profit?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Jul 31, 2005 11:17 pm
((Brand can sell 50% of his goods for 150% price. The rest would have to be sold normally. However, you can purchase new wares for 50% off, as my dice seem to favor you with awesome results like 21s and so forth. Also, how much did Brand spar with Kyoji?))
Brand finds the merchants here glad for an influx of new goods, since the usual caravans have been somewhat disrupted with the disappearances. With some shrewd bargaining and shopping around, he is able to purchase and sell goods for far more profit than he would normally.
-----
*Flashback*
Yeesha frowns when Brand mentions her in the battle.
: "I hate to say it... I'm not going to be as effective on the battlefield as Cedric thinks," Yeesha says, pointing to her limping leg with her staff. "Thanks to the forces of Iom, I received a painful, permanent wound in my left leg. I can't run, and I can only move so fast. I can still cast spells, but in a combat situation it's difficult to concentrate on the spell with the pain. I can still help a bit, but you shouldn't be relying on me. There's a reason I dropped out of my role as a war wizardess."
Yeesha leans on her staff.
: "As for the rest of it, I'm not a ranking officer, because this isn't the army. This isn't even a militia. This is a private expedition to find the Prince. One of the reasons I chose everyone here is because we just look like one of those adventuring companies gallavanting around. An illusion or two and I don't look like the famous court wizardess. I just look like a female mage on the go with her adventuring party, out looking for trouble. But..." Yeesha straightens up. "If you wish to take the role of a tactician, be my guest. Most adventurers have someone who yells out orders in the middle of a fight. Might as well be you, if you have the experience. I'll help when I can."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Aug 01, 2005 12:42 am
[Camp] "There is no need for you to apologize. Now then, is there something you wanted to talk about?" His tone is somewhat quiet and he looks away from her. "I am just concerned, that's all. You have been rather distant this week..." "When don't I keep my distance? I rather like it this way because it gives me the opportunity to think without being disturbed by the concerns or comments of the others. It also gives me time to vent and think about my failures."
"I know you vented a little bit at Amelios and Isyndel, but you haven't failed at anything."
Kethra crosses her arms over her chest and looks down on him, puzzled by the answers she's gotten from him so far.
"I know I haven't failed here. It's something else...something a little more personal than I would like to discuss right now. It's just that...I don't know if I can trust you with something so personal... I mean you're very nice and all, but..." Sigh. "I must not be making very much sense... I know that you mean well with your questions but I'm more used to taking action. I've tried to burry my past and I would like it to stay buried... Thank you for your concern but if you must speak to me, c-can we change the subject?"
"I know nothing of your past, but it seems that in trying to burry it, you have only made things worse. Nothing good can come of holding it in, I'm sure."
"I know nothing good can come of burying it, but it's better than never letting it go... It's better this way, for it happened only a short time ag-" He stops himself from saying anything else and closes his eyes.
"Your emotions are nothing to be ashamed of, Damas. All I am saying is that there is a right time and place for them. Say a battle or an important meeting for example. Such emotions have no place in those situations, because they will serve only to distract you, and possibly endanger your life, or the lives of others."
"I know."
"If you are not ready to talk about what hurts you so, I understand. When you are ready, however, I am sure there are many who would hear you out."
Kethra pauses for a moment and tries to change the subject.
"Enough of that, though. Dinner is almost ready. Why don't you come and join us?"
"I'm not hungry."
"Lady Yeesha is going to tell us some more stories too. I thought you might like to hear them."
"I'm in no mood for stories, either."
"Please don't take this the wrong way, but being depressed like this is a liability. I ask that you save it for until after we've found the prince. Believe me when I say that it is for your own good."
"I know we have to find the prince. Now I ask that you leave me alone for now. I know you want to talk but I'm not feeling up to it."
"Not everyone is going to hurt you, Damas. I hope you realize this before the rift between yourself and the world grows too wide to ever cross."
Kethra bows to show respect and leaves.
[Port Sprayia]
Kethra is in awe of the port town to say the least, and she takes her time looking around. She takes in a deep breath of the ocean air, and a smile crosses her lips.
"I think I am going to like this place."
The young monk turns around and grins at Cedric's comment about seasickness.
"I should hope not, or we're going to have a problem."
Before moving out to take a look around, she turns around to face Damas.
"How are you feeling today? A little bit better?"

Posted by: Damas Heretic Mon Aug 01, 2005 1:14 am
"I have been better but I am not feeling so miserable as I did when last we spoke." Damas takes the oppertunity to look about while speaking to Kethra.And while his attention was divided between her and the new area they now occupied it was clear he was paying attention to her even if it didn't seem like it.

Posted by: Twitch Mon Aug 01, 2005 1:19 am

QUOTE (Cyrus @ Fri Jul 29, 2005 1:25 pm)
Castor snorts at Gabriel's comment as he takes his hand and helps himself up. "Pretty sure that's an insult, but I'll take it anyway," he says, matching Gabriel's half smile with one of his own. "Castor," he says, repaying the fighter's courtesy with his own. He then listens to the half-giant's suggestion, nodding in agreement as he finishes. "I'll take you up on anything you think would help, but armed combat might not be wise. Being injured right before an ambush doesn't sound like a smart idea." The minotaur then goes silent for a moment, furrowing his brow in thought before lifting his head again. "I know just what we could do...it's a test people of my clan would often do when they didn't want to maim each other. They make a circle, and..." He begins to explain, but he stops mid-way, and seems to have trouble putting it into words. "You know what, I'll show you. Much clearer that way." He then picks up his axe and motions Gabriel to follow, but suddenly stops and reaches into his coin pouch, drawing out five gold. "Here," he says, handing the coins off the Gabriel. "A bet's a bet."

: As much as I wouldnt mind the extra coin in my pocket, you can keep it, we never shook on the bet anyhow... So what exactly is this "test" you speak of?"

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Aug 01, 2005 5:03 am
((Edited as per the lawsuit filed by PETA...)) "Now what should I do with you? I mean, you tried to slip into my pack when I was sleeping, nibble on some food..." Ashathel said, holding a squirming, furred creature by the neck so it wouldn't bite him. "You know... I have an idea. A good one, actually..."
After letting the creature slip off into the forest, the swashbuckler purchased a few items at one of the shops then headed to the inn, slipping up to one of the rooms Yeesha had procured for the group. Locking himself in, he withdrew his spellbook and the items he'd just purchased, before settling in for what he knew would be a long ritual.
((Crappy post, but yeah... familiarizing myself with a small, furred animal. Not a weasel, but it's in the same family.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Aug 01, 2005 6:29 am
Yeesha manages to hire a small ship, the Last Nereid to take them across the sea to Hapon. Normally such a journey would take weeks, if not a couple of months, but Yeesha states that she can get the boat to the shores of Hapon in no less than a week. Preparations are made, and the following day, the group boards the boat.
As the ship sails from the port, it soon becomes apparent how Yeesha intends to speed the journey as she chants aloud phrases of magic and magical winds fill the sails of the Neried, causing it to move forward at high speed. With constant application of this spell, along with several others to keep the weather surrounding the ship and current optimal, remarkable progress is made. Soon the last shred of land vanishes over a horizon of waves...
The ship rocks gently as the wind and water carry it towards foreign shores.
A few days pass, then...
"Ship approaching!" the lookout in the crow's nest calls out.
"What nation?" Yeesha calls up.
"Don't know... It's not flying any flags!" the lookout reports. "Looks like a light warship..."
"Are they pirates?" Yeesha wonders aloud before calling back up. "Are they signalling us? Have they noticed us?"
"They're approaching, so yes... No signals yet," the lookout says.
"Hmmmm..." Yeesha murmurs, thinking.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Aug 01, 2005 2:39 pm
[Yeesha] Brand nods. "Understood, but if at any point you see something that I haven't, just issue the order. Your commands take prescedence over mine. Remember, you might not be able to fight at the moment, but you still fought against Iom, and you still understand magic better than anyone else here. Just like we need every skill the other teammembers can offer, if you don't use that knowledge and the hard earned lessons from your fights, we're in trouble."
[Port]
((Brand will sell all his stuff, then, for a 75 gp * 1 + 75 * 1.5 = 187.5 gp.
He will purchase 375 gp worth of supplies for half price (187.5 gp)
Oh, and Brand sparred with the ninja once a day, if the ninja was willing. Brand was asleep in the morning, and scouting at night, so he didn't have time to spar more than once a day.))
The birdman wasn't sure if it was his exotic appearance or if being so close to ground-dwellers for the last week had helped him to understand them, but deal after deal seemed to go in his favor. The merchant had learned long ago that when things seemed to go so well was usually the best time to double check your purse, but the fact was that by the end of his selling, his cart groaned with supplies from the port city.
On second thought, the birdman considered soberly, the undead might well be the cause of this. If the town was cut off from the others on the mainland, their only commerce would be from ship to ship, a poor way to do business. Hmmm...
[And now, with the ship]
"Should I have the team arm themselves and prepare to defend the ship?" Brand asks from nearby, having heard the lookout's cry. "Or is there some spell that could cloak us in fearsome illusion, or scry ahead to see how the other ship is preparing for our meeting?"

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Aug 01, 2005 7:42 pm
((Been busy busy. My apologies. Posted the first of my RP convos, editted to my last post to not interfere with the current flow. I'll get the others up later. In the case that I am forced to go missing again, and it's needed, TUM has my permission to loan out my char for use. He has the stats. Hopefully I'll be more active soon though.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Aug 01, 2005 7:57 pm
: "There are... but I don't have them memorized. Maybe one of the other magic users does..." Yeesha says with a frown.

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Aug 01, 2005 11:31 pm
((Spot 1d20 + 7 = 5 + 7 = 12)) *Merkass realizes he is unable to see anything about the boat in question at this distance, though another may be able to help. Doing a quick survey of the boat and its crew Merkass manages to spy someone with a looking glass. Making his way quickly toward him, Merkass asks to look through it.*
: I'm curious as to the other boat's situation. Mind if I take a look?
((Diplomacy
1d20 + 1 = 12 + 1 = 13
Spot
7 + 7 = 14
10 + 7 = 17))
*The crewman sees no reason to refuse the request, but he also does not hand over the looking glass. Merkass looks through the glass to see that the ship is quite armed, having cannons on the side, and that the boat's crew is under quite the hurry making preparations for something. He tries to look a little more to find the ship's captain, but he is unable to do so as the crewman takes the glass back. Merkass thanks him quickly, mentioning that he may want to check out their armaments. Without any hesitation Merkass makes his way over to the Lady Yeesha's position to alert her of what he saw.*
: M'lady, it appears that the ship is war vessel. It is armed with cannons, and the crew seems to be making hasty preparations for something. They do not appear to be in any distress, however, so preparing to receive them may be most wise. If a looking glass could be procured, I could do more scouting for you.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Aug 02, 2005 1:20 am
Zook rose from below the deck, holding his rifle as a walking stick. He sees everyone's faces turned northwest, and does the same. ((Spot check: 20)) Zook inhaled in surprise at the sight of the ship, and the cannons it carried. Bringing his gun to bear, he ran up to Yeesha.
"Is there a call to arms, milady?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Aug 02, 2005 1:52 am
: "I don't know... What if they're peacf..." Yeesha starts to say, but is interrupted as one of the cannons on the ship fires and misses, sending up a column of water next to the ship. "Oooookay. Scratch that and prepare for combat."

Posted by: Critical Mass Tue Aug 02, 2005 1:54 am
An expression of deep concern comes over Rhizor's face as he examines the oncoming ship, his keen eyes picking out a most distressing sight. "Yeesha, they are loading cannons. Now would be a good time to prepare for battle." Rhizor then makes his way to the front of the ship, and waits.
((Ready Action: Fly out 40 ft and drop briar web for SNA II (30 ft range) to finish as soon as the enemy ship comes within 70 ft of our ship. Summon a small fire elemental onto their boat.))
((Edit: Damn your postage while I'm typing, TUM))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Aug 02, 2005 3:19 am
((Kethra's Initiative: 21 Damas' Initiative: 20 Here they are for when you need them, TUM, since I'm not sure if I'll be around tomorrow))

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Aug 02, 2005 4:46 am
((Merkass' Init 1d20 + 5 = 15 + 5 = 20)) *The confirmation of the other ship's attack and Yeesha's orders are all Merkass needs to spring into action. With a hardy shout of "PREPARE FOR BATTLE!" to echo Yeesha's comment, Merkass draws his own bow, a dragonsbreath arrow, and looks for a suitable target*
((Target preference in descending order
1) Sails. If they're rowing instead, see next.
2) Any of their crew that's near the edge of the boat
3) Cannon ports))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Aug 02, 2005 5:07 am
((Isyndel Initiative = 17. Awaiting battle map before making any other actions; going to bed tonight. Likely to be leading off with Web targetting either those about the cannons to slow them down or wherever else is logical based off where CM's spell goes. Also curious if the ship has sails and the approximate distance. If it's sensible and I'm not around, use the Web as my action this turn.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Aug 02, 2005 5:16 am
((You seem to have a knack for rolling initiatives, NSG. I don't think I've seen you roll under a 19 the entirety of SFCW.)) The pirate ship, for that is what it is, sails closer and closer, catching up to your ship despite the crew's attempts to escape. Cannon shots land all around as the vessel closes the distance, and those with exceptional vision can see the dirty, rough looking crew scurry about the vessel with cutlasses and sabers. Two more cannon shots fire from the pirate ship, one hitting the water and another striking a glancing blow to your ship, damaging the hull far above the waterline. Yeesha responds by calling out words of arcane power and a firestorm erupts near one of the cannons. The crew screams as one of the three cannon emplacements explodes in a hail of iron shards and wooden splinters.
Distance to vessel: 300' and closing.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Aug 02, 2005 5:31 am
((13 Init for Zook. Imma start asking Dark Maiden to roll for me.)) Zook watched the approaching vessel intently, waiting for a target to suggest itself. It was well within range of his rifle, but his eyes were another matter.

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Aug 02, 2005 1:29 pm
((Init roll: D20 + 3 = 20 + 3 = 23 Who needs DM when you roll like this?)) Laika heads to the front of the ship awaiting the inevitable battle to begin. His only thoughts are of tearing through the pirates.

Posted by: Twitch Tue Aug 02, 2005 5:20 pm
*Gabriel steps out onto the deck from below, sword in hand, more as a playful gesture, but still agitated* : What in hell is all the ruckus about? It's bad enough I've got to attempt to nap on this crate, but you see fit to interrupt it as well! There better be a damn good reason for..."
*his eyes shift to the ship that has everyone else's attention*
"... oh... well, I guess this is it"
*he tightened his grip on his sword and narrowed his eyes at the approaching vessel*
"...Let's see what youre made of." he said to himself.
(Init: 14 + 2 = 16)

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Aug 02, 2005 5:53 pm
((Is it my fault that my pearl blue dice luv me? ^^;; Eh, luck always runs out sooner or later)) Kethra happens to be on deck at the time the other ship appears, taking deep breaths of the sea air. Her private time is interrupted when the other ship fires a cannon shot at the the ship she's on that narrowly misses it.
"Whoa! What the-?! Why are they firing at us?"
After regaining her composure, she takes a very close look at the ship that is now closing in on them, and her eyes widen at the sight of the crew scurrying about.
"Pirates? So much for a peaceful voyage..."
Kethra waits patiently where she is until she is needed. Unlike most of the others in the group, she lacks long ranged attacks for the moment.
((I'm really starting to wish I'd bought that bow ;; Spot check was 18, which is enough to see them I'm sure. If not, I'll edit ^^;;))

Posted by: Damas Heretic Tue Aug 02, 2005 6:01 pm
Damas groans slightly and slowly grabs his equipment before walking up above deck his crimson colored hues half open as he looks about for a moment. â€œWhat the hell is going on? Canâ€™t a guy get some sleep around here?â€

Posted by: Rusty Tue Aug 02, 2005 6:01 pm
((Roll for initiative...1d20 + 4 = 6 ;_;.)) *Faralon's brows grow heavy as he draws his bow.* : Pirates, eh? *Faralon starts up a tune by humming, then bursts into song as he keeps a watchful eye on the other ship and its activities.* :
Raiders of the sea,
Won't let us go free.
Firing cannons,
With devilish glee!
Prepare, we all must,
For our cause is just!
We fight to survive,
so turn them to dust!
((Inspire Courage. +1 to Attack and Damage rolls. And whenever Faralon stops performing it, it'll last 5 rounds thereafter.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Aug 02, 2005 6:03 pm
Kethra turns to face Damas and speaks in a serious tone. "We're being attacked by pirates. Prepare for battle."

Posted by: Century Tue Aug 02, 2005 6:31 pm
(( Init: 15+ 6 = 21 )) ~Elias had enjoyed teh ship's journey thus far, the sea air refreshing his lungs, but he hadn't been prepared for a battle to occur amidst the ocean's waves. Clutching his spear, he waited for the ship to come much closer before deciding on his first course of action~
(( Which will be Lesser Blaze, probably on someone who's near any kind of rigging. Or just on the sails ))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Aug 02, 2005 7:02 pm
((Initiative: 11 + 2 = 13)) ((Spot: 3 + 9 = 12. My dice hate me.)) Brand nods. "Spellcasters, if you can heat up the cannons, do so. Failing that, set fire to the wheel. If they can't turn, we can avoid them. Archers, if you have a way to set their sails ablaze, do so. Else aim for whatever targets you can see."
Suiting words to action, Brand slings his shield and javelins over his shoulder, drawing his longbow out from among them. Drawing fletchings to feathered cheek, the bird tries to spy out a target from those by the wheel, hoping to take out captain or helmsman. Having picked out a target, he looses his shot...
((Attack roll: Natural 1))
((Confirm critical miss: 16 + 5 + 1(song) -4 or -6 (range) = 16 or 18, not a critical miss, I think))
As the ship rocks from a cannon impact, however, a barrel tips and rolls quickly towards the birdman, whose shot is knocked wild as he jumps to avoid it. The arrow itself falls well short of the oncoming boat, dropping effortlessly into the sea, but Brand doesn't spare it a glance, already nocking another arrow to his string. (19 arrows remain in his quiver.)

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Aug 02, 2005 9:07 pm
More shot from the pirate cannon slam into the your ship, the Last Nereid, but the crew's luck holds as it is only minorly damaged by each strike. Yeesha speaks more words of power and another cannon emplacement on the pirate vessel erupts in a hail of debris. Two large smoking gaps now decorate the starboard side of the pirate's ship. The pirates speed up and turn toward the Nereid, the boat's speed moving faster than it should.
: "Judging from the pirates preparing boarding ramps and grappling hooks, I'd say their intentions are fairly obvious..." Yeesha quips. "All crew get below. None of us can sail and we can't afford to lose a single one of you. We'll handle this."
The captain of the Nereid looks like he's about to argue, then is silenced by the fiery glare of Yeesha's eyes. Growling in frustration he barks a few swift orders and the crew hurries to safety.
Pirate Vessel: 180' and closing.

Posted by: Aldur Tue Aug 02, 2005 9:43 pm
(6+1=7 Owch. :/) "Into the Fray once my Fellows! May the goddess bless our weapons and protect our bodies. Try not to get hit incidentally!" Amelios chuckled and looked around at the other members of the group, and then back at the approaching ship. he clasped his hands together, and began praying to the goddess to guide the group. He then begins speaking out loud.
"Oh great and Holy Mitula, great protector and nuturer of thy earth, grant us thy strength!" (( HOLY SONG. >_> /tales of symphonia. And that's Bless cast, +1 on attack rolls and saves to fear.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Aug 02, 2005 10:39 pm
"Prepare to repel borders!" Brand shouts as he releases a final arrow towards the wheel of the enemy ship, dropping the bow and moving towards the most likely place for the enemy to board. "Fighters to the front, casters and archers find defensible positions! And take out the bloody cannon if you can, or you'll find yourselves swimming home as soon as they draw alongside us!"
((TUM, I don't have my dice here. Could you roll for me?))
Spot: 1d20 + 9 = ? (Trying to spot helmsman or captain)
Attack: 1d20 + 5 (skill) + 1 (song) - 2 (range) = ?
Damage: 1d8 = ?
Move to prepare to repel borders, readying shield as he moves.

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Aug 02, 2005 10:55 pm
*Merkass raises his bow in front of him, takes aim, and fires a dragonsbreath arrow at the sails. It's a bit of a far shot, but their size should make it easy. As soon as it begins picking up velocity the arrow bursts into a bright, reddish-orange flame sailing through the air. The arrow emits a loud screeching sound as it flies, possibly startling those around or panicking those on the other ship. The arrow hits the first sail, and he takes a moment to see if it goes through the others.*
: Well, that should take the wind out of their sails.
((Merkass is firing at the ship's sails, and he should do enough damage to puncture through more than one. Also, no bless since I go before Amelios.
ATTACK
1d20 + 7 + 1 (bardic music) - 2 (1 range increment) = 15 + 6 = 21.
I'd assume that hits a giant sail...
DAMAGE (Dragonsbreath arrows deal 1 damage increment lower than normal but add 1 fire damage)
1d6 + 2 + 1 (bardic music) + 1 (fire) = 5 + 3 + 1 (fire) = 8 damage + 1 fire damage.
It's a DC 15 reflex save or catch on fire. Since I doubt the sail can meet that, it's probably on fire. Also, the arrow's regular damage is Piercing. Everything from paper to rope has 0 hardness and 2 hp/inch thickness, so cloth should be somewhere between those two leading me to believe the arrow punctures through and can hit any other sails.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Aug 02, 2005 11:34 pm
((Spot 8 + 2 + 1 = 11. Probably not seeing much)) Isyndel heard the orders and found herself a safe place to make her stand behind the others. Quietly she brought her arm above her eyes to shield them from the bright sun, but it was difficult. No targets discerned themselves to her on the ship, or at least none that she could strike purposefully with her Acid Arrow magic. She waited anxiously, hoping that Merkass' attack would slow the ship down. They were just out of range for her to be useful.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Aug 03, 2005 12:09 am
Brand fails to spot a helmsman or captain once more, but manages to wound a crewman with his arrow. The pirate ship's first set of sails catch fire from Merkass's arrow while the second set is swiftly gummed up by Isyndel's Web. The ship drifts closer and Rhizor summons a fire elemental onto the damaged vessel, causing the crew to frantically double their efforts to put out the various fires on their vessel. Skilled observers (Spot DC 14) can notice that the number of pirates on deck has signficantly decreased.
(Spot DC15+ location at port side edge reveals the following)
Due to the ravaged state of the pirate ship as well as the chaos erupting on its main deck due to summoned elementals and flaming sails, efforts to use boarding ramps have been abandoned. However, a number of longboats can be seen rowing toward the Nereid...

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Aug 03, 2005 3:48 am
((Spot: d20 + 8 = 16 + 8 = 24)) Laika watches the pirate ship intently and he spots how the majority of the crew seems to disapear. He runs over to the side that it looks like they would board from to be prepared to fend them off, when out of the corner of his eye he sees them trying to sneak up in their longboats.
"They're not boarding from the ship!" Laika bellows out, "They coming from the row boats!"
Laika liked the odds of this now, it didn't seem like the archers and mages would be the only ones to have some fun.

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Aug 03, 2005 7:00 am
(Initiative 20+2 = 22) (Crummy spot check roll is not worth posting) Van had never been on a boat before, so this whole thing was like a novelty. One that turned deadly with the arrival of the pirate ship. Not having any means of helping out at this point, he concentrated on staying out of the way of everyone else for now while keeping an eye out for any pirates that managed to board the ship.

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