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Posted by: Rusty Tue Oct 11, 2005 6:44 pm
((...I'll make a post later.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Oct 12, 2005 2:16 am
Derrik rubs his eyes. "I'm trying to help you here... There's a certain order of things in buying and selling... If you don't learn it from me, you're going to get burned when you have to deal with merchants that aren't as wonderful as I am..." Derrik says. "Now... The current sale price is 12,000. I'm bumping it to 14,000 because you made a good argument and that's part of any major transaction... Do you know where we go from here?"
Cedric sighs wearily, "I shout out the highest number I think you'll possibly accept and you say no, offering a number of your own." The Paladin looks the merchant in the eyes, "24,000 gold."
"Was that so hard?" Derrik asks. "18,000."
Cedric responds in kind, "22,000 with a 15% discount on purchases made by our party following this transaction."
"19,000 with a 10% discount, but I get exclusive trading rights with you for the duration of your mission," Derrik counters.
"21,500 gold with a 10% discount on purchases made for the duration of the mission...and prices of goods will not exceed the standard market value." Cedric pauses then, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder in the general direction of Brand's tent, "...and what are the conditions if an individual does business with another trader outside independently?"
"They lose the discount and I won't deal with them anymore. I'll also spread the word that they broke a deal with the merchants I know, to warn them," Derrik says, seriously. "And 18,000. Final offer."
Cedric nods slowly, "What of food and lodging? Souvenirs?" He nods, "Very well... On the condition that each member of our group must individually agree to this as they make purchases with you today. If a member refuses this offer, they can continue doing business with you and others but will never receive the 10% benefit. Some among us are rather chaotic and would refuse any offer that seemed to be limiting their freedom. However, I think most of us will agree."
"Very well," Derrik says with a grin, "We have a deal?"
[Sense Motive: 20..+ 11 = 31]
"Indeed." Cedric bows slightly, "I believe we do, only one matter must be attended to. I must make certain that Lady Yeesha is open to this proposal. I am certain that she will be but I would rather not seem to go behind her back."
Cedric nods to Derrik to accompany him and makes his way to Lady Yeesha. He bows as he approaches her, "Milady, I am on the verge of establishing a mission long trading partnership with our friend here, however I would have your consent before we as a party agree to anything."
"Mmmm? I'm not too good with finances, consult with our merchant soldier before finalizing anything," Yeesha says, looking up.
Cedric nods, "But...I do have your authority if Brand consents?"
"Certainly," Yeesha nods.
In the company of the the merchant Derrik, Cedric approaches the merchant soldier Brand.
"Brand, Derrik has offered to establish a mission-long trading partnership with us. The terms is that all group members who agree to do business with him will receive a ten percent discount with no prices exceeding those of the standard market. However, those who agree to this may not engage in trade with other merchants. You are wise in such matters, what is your opinion?"
"On the surface, it seems more than reasonable." Brand muses. "Now, what about the details? Is there a time limit for this contract, or does it last forever?"
"Until the completion of your mission and the dismissal of this group as a unit," Derrik states. "When Yeesha declares the mission successful and everyone goes home, then the contract has reached its completion."
Brand nods. "And what are the penalties for breaking it, on either side?"
"The contract is voided, the person in question stops receiving the discount," Derrik says.
The birdman nods. "So as I understand it, each team member may make this contract with you seperately, without it binding any other member of this force. They recieve a 10% discount off of the going standard price for any purchases they make, with the understanding that they will not buy or sell from any other merchant."
Correct.
"And this contract can be broken at any time," the birdman continues, "without repercussions, but it cannot be resumed once broken. Also, that it will end when the force is officially dissolved."
Brand thinks for a moment longer. "It seems like a very fair contract. I would recommend it to anyone interested, but I'm afraid I cannot accept it for myself."
"I thought you might not, seeing as how it would put a cramp in your hobby," Derrik says with a slight smile.
"Even as you say." the birdman smiles back.
((The amount is lower than estimated because the Bane mace is only +2 and not +3.
With the exception of Kyoji and Amelios, all players receive 1429 gold.
In addition, four potions of CMW and one potion of Cat's Grace are available. Anyone who would utilize these items may freely take them. However, I would ask that we maintain a one potion per player policy.
The trading of goods may now commence.))
Cedric purchases a suit of magically enchanced full plate and sells his old battered splint mail.
[+1 Full Plate purchased for 2500 - 10% = 2250 gp]
[Money Remaining GP: 215 SP: 2 CP: 5]
[Battered Splint Mail Sold for 200 x 25% = 50 gp]
[Money Remaining GP: 265 SP: 2 CP: 5]
The Paladin also summons his mount from the celestial realms and purchases equipment for it.
[Military Saddle purchased for 20 - 10% = 18 gp]
[Money Remaining GP: 197 SP: 2 CP: 5]
[Studded Leather Barding 100 - 10% = 90 gp]
[Money Remaining GP: 107 SP: 2 CP: 5]

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Oct 12, 2005 5:49 am
Being curious, Laika walks over to the merchant. "I feel that could be doing more for the force if only I were a bit stronger, do you have something in the way of... a Bracer of Strength? And I feel that your deal is fair enough, so how much would that be with my discount?"
"Bracer? No. Belt? Yes," Derrik says, turning to face the wolfman with a grin.
"Aslong as it'll help me dispatch my foes quicker I'll gladly take the best one that I can afford"
"Unfortunately, I doubt you have the cash on hand... It's sixteen thousand for the basic item. Thirty six for the deluxe version."
"I believe you're right... That's slightly disapointing, but I'll make sure to come back when I can afford it."
((And on a side note, we'll just pretend that while snappin out of his rage Laika turned his flaming gloves off, as I forgot to mention that))

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Oct 12, 2005 6:57 am
At the first chance he got, Van approached Derrik when he was alone. "Derrik.... I don't suppose I could get you to deliver some gold to a location?" "I suppose so... But I'll need a 5% handling and security fee," Derrik says. Taking a moment to think, Van eventually decides on an amount. "What would the fee for 3000 gold be then?"
Derrik stares at Van for a moment. "You're not too educated, are you? Five percent of three thousand is 150 gold coins."
Reisisting the temptation to roll his eyes, Van replys. "Not my fault we don't have a real school in my village. Would you be able to get the gold there?"
Yes."
Van nods his thanks as he starts to get out the gold. "One more thing, I don't mean to threaten you, but if I find out the gold didn't make it, I'll tell every merchant I know." Van holds up a hand to forstall any comments from Derrik. "This is very important to me and I want to make sure the gold gets there. If it makes you happy, after I get all the gold I need there and I verify the gold made it, I will be willing to buy something expensive from you without the discount."
Derrik grins slightly. "Your accusations that I might do something unethical wound me, sir."
Van's eyes narrow. "I'm trusting that you value your buisness enough to make sure the money gets there. Do we have a deal?"
Derrik's tone drops a little. "Yes, though I'd advise you to not attempt to strong arm me in the future. Most vendors, myself included, look very, very, unfavorably on such things."
Van winces slightly. "Sorry, but as I said this is extremely important to me."
"Do you really think I'd be dumb and unethical enough to try and cheat you while at the same time operating a long term contract with your group?" Derrik asks. "In any case, I believe we are done here. Give me the money and I'll see it gets to your village. Though I will need a location."
Van resumes getting the money out and hands over a total of 3150 gold. He also digs out a small map that had the location of his village marked on it. "Again, sorry about that and here is a map to show you the way."
"Apology accepted. I'd learn to be more diplomatic, though... You won't have the paladin and bard to talk for you when this is all over."
Van shakes his head slowly. "With any luck I can go home after this and never have to mess with any of this again."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:50 am
The group presses on, and within four days of travel, they near a large series of cliff faces. Yeesha turns to the group. "Right. Now, I've read through the Necromancer's spellbook and discovered the following facts. His little platoon of undead was based from Algam fort, so it seems our plan to investigate it was on the money. It's been retaken and renovated by the Chaos Cult, a fanatical, evil religion that's been springing up everywhere lately. Word is, they're the ones behind the troubles in Rune... Anyway, Algam fort is nearly impossible to destroy head on. That's because it's entrances on the ground are actually a series of ingenious traps, anyone trying to take the fort by force with a frontal assault is charging to his grave. The fort itself was never designed to be a traditional fortress, either... Just one elaborate deathtrap for the Guardiana and Cypress Expeditionary Forces. However, I know its secrets. The fort is vulnerable to attack from above. A series of cliffs overhang the fort, and with enough rope, we can climb down to the top levels, bypassing most of their defenses and traps, which are all oriented towards the ground. I suggest that we climb these cliffs now, while we're a ways from the fort. That way we won't be seen until we climb back down on top of the thing. Questions?"
((AMORPHOUS TIME BEFORE BATTLE! This time is open for people to "flashback" for conversations during the downtime, purchases then, and also input for the battleplan here. This way, everyone can do something. ))

Posted by: Century Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:50 am
(( I've got a lot of work on at the mo, so I'll try and get a post in ASAP... most likely it'll be tomorrow morning (about the time of this post), but I need to buy some shit. Nice one 8) ))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Oct 12, 2005 1:02 pm
-During the trip- Damas comes up a little short on money, so Kethra suggests that they pool their money together for the purchases. The young sorcerer agrees and they go to do business with Derrik. They purchase two magically enchanted rings, one for each of them, and strangely, they both buy a change of clothes as well. Kethra tries to stay as close to her oriental style of clothing as possible, while Damas goes with dark blue robes and a hooded cloak.
[Total Amount of Purchase: 3602 gold]
<>
[Kethra/Faralon scene]
Kethra seeks treatment for her injuries however she is able and spends the time she has alone to train. The others notice that she has indeed become faster, and her stealth and awareness skills have also improved. After dinner, Kethra settles down a little bit to rest her soar muscles. Her gaze turns to Faralon for a moment and her heart beats a little bit faster. She still clearly remembers what had happened all those weeks ago and yet she still does not know why. "Maybe I should talk to him..." When she finds Faralon is not busy, she walks over to him. "Faralon...might I have a word with you?"
*Faralon looks at Kethra as she speaks to him and he replies.*
Faralon: "...Yes?"
Kethra looks at him intently, her expression strait and unreadable. *I must be crazy...* she thinks to herself. After a long pause, she finally speaks. "I just...wanted to apologize..."
*Faralon's eyebrow quirks up, a slight look of confusion coming across his face.*
Faralon: "What for?"
"For what happened at the encampment 3 weeks ago," Kethra replies, her voice even. "I'm sorry if I hurt you at all. I was just confused, and scared. True I have slipped up at times, but never have I suffered such an utter lack of discipline. I know better, but somehow I just couldn't help myself. When I came out of it, I freaked out...and that's why I ran away."
*Faralon looks into her eyes. She's sorry? She didn't even do anything wrong. That's weird...Well, I guess...Monks aren't supposed to be terribly loose...*
Faralon: "Don't worry about it. As you can see, I've been fine. I guess it was just...a moment we got caught up in, wasn't it? Think no more of it. It's over and we can move on, can we not?"
*If I can get this to slide, then it will be done with and we can both move on. I'm fortunate she doesn't know the cause of it...*
Kethra sighs a little bit. "Yes, I do believe so." Then she smiles faintly. "Thank you for being so understanding."
*Faralon nods.*
"I'm not...generally told I'm understanding. But I'm glad to have um..helped. You didn't need to apologize, but it's good we got that cleared up."
*Is it really over? I hope it is...Faralon returns a small smile.*
"I suppose I worry far too much for someone my age." Kethra chuckles. "If I don't stop, I'm going to get wrinkles."
*Faralon smirks.*
Faralon: "I don't think you need to worry about that..."
*Ah...That didn't...No...None of that.*
Faralon: "...Um, sorry. I'll stop."
"It's ok. Even the other monks at my school told me I worried too much." Kethra sighs a little at the mention of it. After a few minutes, she snaps out of her very brief period of silence and seemingly depression. "Sorry about that, bad memories..."
*If I keep the subject changed, it's sure to not come up again, I think...*
Faralon: "Ah...Was training as a monk really that unpleasant, or were you referring to something else?"
"No, it was something else..."
Faralon: "Anything you want to talk about? If not, I understand."
Kethra sits down next to him and looks at the sky, her gaze distant. "I suppose getting it off my chest would help." She sighs and turns back to him. "Well, everything in my life has been pretty good, except for never knowing my birth parents, and...something else. It happened about three or four months before I started this journey. Some of the monks would leave the school from time to time to visit the village near it. They happened to come back that day with a man. His name was Cale, and he had been badly injured, so...we let him stay and nursed him back to health." She pauses for a moment, her gaze distant again before she continues. "His family had been killed, and he lost a fight against those responsible. We became friends...but nothing more than that...for he was not around long enough. I pleaded with him again and again to abandon his thoughts of revenge, but he wouldn't. One day, he vanished...and we didn't see him for days. I waited patiently, and he finally came back, in a sense... He...he was dead when he was brought to us." She closes her eyes and rests her head in her hands.
*Faralon looks down at the grass, not knowing what to say. He was never good at comforting others, and hadn't really come to know death well - but he had seen fallen bodies recently on the battlefield, and while he didn't particularly feel anything for them personally, he assumed there was a great deal more to it than that. Not knowing what else to say, Faralon speaks up.*
Faralon: "...I'm sorry."
"Thank you Faralon..." Kethra says softly. She wipes away her tears and sits up strait. "I don't suppose I'll ever understand why he had to die, but...I...have to believe he's in a far better place than this now... Maybe it's silly, but that's what I believe. He was a good person, like a lot of the people I know now."
*Faralon looks up to the sky.*
Faralon: "I believe the stars hold a deep meaning in our existence. I don't expect to ever understand any of it, but...I feel as though there is something up there that binds our fates. They're mysterious and quite interesting. I'm an Astrologer, you know. At least, before all this, that is what I would do. Every night, though, I come out here to just gaze at the stars. I sometimes question the meaning of why things happen, myself. I just...find the stars comforting, even if they do not supply an answer."
"An astrologer? I never thought you were the type for that Faralon...but that just shows how little I know about you." Kethra chuckles a little bit. "I never really thought about the significance of the stars myself, but I've always thought that they're beautiful."
*Faralon nods.*
Faralon: "We've all been traveling so much. I’ve been trying to speak with people to learn of them and their goals...Being the bard I am, I have a thirst for knowledge I must quench of course." *Faralon smirks.* "But yes, astrology is one of the few things I take very seriously."
"Well of course you do. Knowledge is never a bad thing to have, either." Kethra grins. "You, take something seriously?" Chuckles. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. You know I'm kidding."
*Faralon smiles.*
Faralon: "Yes, even I take some things seriously. It's all right. Most people are surprised to learn that I'm actually a serious astrologist. My brother, in fact, thought I was going into astrology for a girl or something."
*Faralon chuckles at the memory.*
"I've been faced with stereotypes, too. Many think monks are stuck up and care only about their training. To an extent, that is true... We care a lot about our training, and our spirituality. However, other habits aside from that vary from monk to monk. One of the monks I knew was so funny. He just loved to crack jokes, but he was serious when he needed to be." Kethra chuckles at her memory as well. "My training is important to me, but I like to help people...sometimes to the point of being nosey." She blushes. "I really don't mean to offend people...I just don't like seeing others sad. As far as hobbies, well...I like to dance."
*Faralon lifts an eyebrow.*
Faralon: "A dancing monk? This I have to see..."
"Are you sure you really want to?" Kethra asks, chuckling.
*Faralon laughs.*
Faralon: "I was more or less expecting to just see you dance. But if you want to, well...I'm not very good at it myself. I play the lute more than anything."
"Well, I'll dance if you play." Kethra giggles.
*Faralon smiles.*
Faralon: "That sounds fair."
[Perform: 17 + 13 = 30 ^_^]
*Pulling out his lute, Faralon begins to play a song. It is not very fast, nor very slow.*
[Perform: 19 + 6 = 25]
Kethra closes her eyes and begins to dance to the music, her movements a bit slow in order to match the music she is dancing to. Her style of dance seems like a cross between ballet and another type of slow dancing that probably has no name known to her. After a little while she forgets everything around her, the young monk's movements graceful and beautiful.
*Faralon watches her as he plays, smiling. Eventually, Faralon finishes the song.*
Kethra stops shortly after and opens her eyes. "Sorry, I tend to forget about everything else when I'm doing that." Blush.
*Faralon smirks.*
Faralon: "I know what you mean. You dance well. I'm surprised a monk can dance like that."
"Thank you." Kethra blushes a brighter shade of red.
*Actually, I think that potion was a hindrance...*
Faralon: "Keep dancing. Perhaps in the future we can do a real performance together."
"I'm sure that will be interesting." Kethra chuckles and begins to rub her shoulders. "Wow, I think I might have overdone it with physical activity today."
Faralon: "Ah...Go take a rest, then. Glad to have talked with you."
*Faralon says, smiling.*
"I enjoyed our conversation too. Good night, Faralon." Kethra smiles back.
((Further editing is possible, if I manage to get a hold of Don on AIM))

Posted by: Rusty Thu Oct 13, 2005 2:12 am
((This takes place the day we were buying things. Faralon stays after and last and speaks with Derrik in private after purchasing the following: Blunt Arrows: 20 (1 gp) Serpentstongue Arrows: 20 (3 gp) Enchantment of Chain Shirt: +1 (1,000 gp) At a 10% discount: ...903.6 gp. AC = 20 now.))
*Faralon gathers his new equipment, admiring his new enchanted armor, but stays by Derrik even after the purchase.*
: "Ah, Swiftjoke...If you have a moment, I've a question."
Swiftjoke: "Certainly."
*Faralon lowers his voice, keeping his eyes out for any passerbyers.*
: "What exactly...was that potion you gave me? It wasn't a Charm Person, was it?"
Swiftjoke: "What? No, of course not," Derrik says. "It was a Potion of Reciprocative Love, just what you wanted."
*Faralon's eyebrow quirks up.*
: "What exactly are the effects of that? How fast is it supposed to wear off?"
"The potion is real special stuff. You said you were having problems getting the girl you fell for to love you in return, right?"
: "Eh...sure. So...What does that mean?"
Swiftjoke: "Well the potion creates a link between the two of you. If you love her, then the emotion fills the link and she'll begin the feel the same way as well," Derrik explains. "Then it's up to you to proceed in wooing her. So long as you don't try and do anything completely out of sorts and you proceed like a normal person in love would, you should be fine. Acts that are against the normal character of the person will cause the potion's effects to fade at a faster rate. But that shouldn't be a problem. Hell, it's not like you were going to use it to rape her or anything, right?"
: "Ah, no! Of course not! Just woo her." *Faralon says, defensively.*
"Then there shouldn't be a problem," Derrik shrugs.
*I wish I had known that before...Blast my curiosity...*

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Thu Oct 13, 2005 2:36 am
((Hanna's here tonight and I have a bachelor party tomorrow. Character actions can be taken by the same people as last time if a fight erupts. Thanks!))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Oct 13, 2005 3:17 am
((LEVEL )) Zook trundles over to Derrik, his gold in tow. "'Lo, Derrik" he says, with half a grin. "I'm interested in clocks. You got any clocks?" "I have many clocks," Derrik says with a small smile. "I'd imagine you would," Zook replies. "I'm interested in clocks from a certain region of manufacture. Does the town of Mechanis ring a bell?"
"Perhaps it does," Derrik says, nodding.
"Indeed," Zook continues, scratching his neck idly. "Would you happen to have any pocketwatches with the seal of Mechanis inscribed upon them?"
I might," Derrik says.
"Mmm," the tinker nods. "How much?"
"Fifty gold coins."
"Excellent." Zook says with a grin of satisfaction, pulling the requisite coins from his bag. He stops, seemingly struck by a thought, his hand still in the bag. "Ehh... would you, perchance, be a merchant of information as well?"
"Perhaps," Derrik says, taking the money and producing a pocketwatch with a gear and crossed wrenches etched into the cover.
"Would you be willing to disclose what you know about the location of the city? Rumors or sightings you may have come across in your travels and dealings, perhaps a means of contacting an agent of the city, as you do when you purchase goods."
"It would highly depend on what city. Some cities are rather paranoid in these times of war. Some cities wonder how people gain such a wide selection of goods and if they should trust them..." Derrik says, looking at the sky. "But I'm sure you know that..."
"Mechanis." Zook responds, blinking. "I doubt their paranoia at exploitation would extend to a well-intentioned fellow scientist, and your name need never cross my lips should I be pressed as to how I recieved the information."
Derrik sighs. "Subtlety, why do you fail me again? Nevermind. I'll keep the fact you're looking for the remnants of the city in mind. We'll see."
Zook raises a brow. "Remnants?"
"Will that be all? Just the watch?" Derrik asks.
Zook frowns. "I'm always in the market for Ancient literature, especially scientific works. Anything noteworthy in that arena?"
"Yes, several books... Any particular titles in mind?" Derrik asks.
"I can't think of any titles offhand. The most interesting book I've come across thus far is Basic Engineering 101-301: An advanced learning course for combat engineers by the Metaphan Military. Do you have any in that vein, perhaps the next extension of the instructional material?"
"I'll look around and when I see something good, I'll set it aside for you and have it ready the next time I'm summoned," Derrik says.
Zook smiles. "Many thanks."
((Let it be known I'm donating the rest of my loot to the party fund))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 13, 2005 4:42 am
[Diplomacy: 14 + 14 = 28] Cedric rubs his chin, "Haste is needed, however I think we should not blindly approach this fortress. Let us send scouts, Kyoji over the cliffs and Merkass over land to make certain that nothing unforseen is afoot." The Paladin looks to the archwizardess, "In the mean time, the remainder of us can hide our heavy equipment and begin climbing the cliffs."

Posted by: Rusty Thu Oct 13, 2005 4:46 am
: "If they're going to scout...Merkass, you don't have a special ring like Kyoji. But I can turn you Invisible, if you wish."

Posted by: Aldur Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:01 am
"That would indeed be a good idea. However...is there a way or a spell anyone has to cloak all of us? As then we'd have an interesting advantage over the enemy. Also, if they are nearby the cliffs then they'll see us coming, and Archers shall have a good time methinks. A mass cloaking spell would be a bit too much to ask I suppose..."

Posted by: Rusty Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:05 am
: That would only do us good if we could see each other and if I were to cast Silence upon someone. After all, there's a fair number of us, so we would likely be stumbling against each other and those with heavy armor would easily be heard by the enemy. With only two members scouting ahead, we do not have to worry about either of those things happening."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Oct 13, 2005 1:42 pm
((Since it seems Don will not be around for the next couple of days, we can just assume Damas didn't get the chance to speak with Isyndel. Poor little sorcerer )) -At Fort Algam- Damas stares up at the massive fort in awe, her garnet red eyes wide. Never had he seen such a structure up close like this, only in the books he had read. Making use of what he had bought from Derrik, a ring with a glowing stone rests on his left ring finger, and a dark blue robe rests over his somewhat small frame. It is fairly simple, but has a mandarin style collar, and a light blue sash tied around his waist. Over his shoulders is a cloak of the same dark blue color, but it has a light blue inlay. Keeping with his "habit", his hair is not tied back into a braid at the moment either, flowing out from beneath the hood of his cloak. "This place gives me the creeps," he murmurs to no one in particular. Then he begins to think about Isyndel. *I wonder why I didn't get the chance to speak with her... Maybe she was busy... Or perhaps she was just enjoying her time off... Being such a smart and beautiful woman must be a curse for her sometimes... Poor thing...* After this, Damas snaps back to reality, and his gaze turns to Yeesha. "Milady...isn't climbing up there a little...dangerous? I must...shamefully admit that climbing is not something I learned how to do," he says nervously.
Kethra also stares up at the fort with her arms crossed over her chest, but her eyes and expression are unreadable. "And I thought the walls of the school were big..." she murmurs to herself. The monk also seems to be making use of her purchases from Derrik, a ring with a glowing stone around her left ring finger as well. She is also wearing the change of clothes she bought; a long sleeved mandarin style shirt, and a matching pair of pants. Strangely, her outfit is black rather than the dark blue they are used to seeing, and her hair is tied back in a ponytail with part of the hair braided and wrapped around the ponytail near the scalp. Her gaze turns to Yeesha, and then to Damas. "Climbing up there probably has risks, but going in through the front door is probably even more dangerous. Besides, I am pretty sure you're not the only one who is bad at climbing Damas," she says in a comforting manner.

Posted by: Aldur Thu Oct 13, 2005 4:16 pm
"I see. But...though I don't mean to belittle the skills of our companions...if they are perhaps spotted we lose all element of surprise. I am merely trying to plan for the majority of occurences."

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 13, 2005 6:02 pm
Cedric looks at Amelios curiously, "I would rather risk the small chance of losing the element of surprise rather than walk into an unforseen danger. Does it not seem more...prudent...to know exactly what forces the enemy has and if they have altered the fort in any way?" The Paladin looks at the others, "By the time all of us have completed climbing the cliffs, the scouts, swift and sure of foot, should have returned. With the aid of magic and their own noteworthy skill I think we can be confident that they will avoid detection."
The Paladin's face grows thoughful, "It might be wise to set an ambush at the entrance to the fort in case our enemy attempts to flee. At the least, Elias, Brand, and Rhizor should mount a swift attack on the fortress from the skies while we descend."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Oct 13, 2005 6:37 pm
Right after the last battle --- After the battle, listening to the discussion, the birdman's first impulse was to behead the loud-mouthed Bard right then and there. Landed in a web? He was unconcious, after trying to attack after everyone had ignored his orders to kill the mage. It was only luck he hadn't landed in a pit instead. Tactician? Hell, when he arrived, orders had already been issued. Feeling the blood-rush rising within him, though, his scout's instincts took over. Discipline, Brand, discipline. Don't kill until you've thought it through. Hot blood means exposure and lack of thought, which means death.
Instead, he watched impassively, struggling to keep his anger under control, and listened to the team's reactions. It was obvious their faith in him was broken. Fine, then. Justly or not, a leader's power came from such intangebles as trust, and once lost could never be regained. But then, wasn't he a scout and later a merchant? Leave leading to the officers. Settling back and letting others shout commands would suit him fine.
But now, what of the Bard and the others? For a moment, the birdman allowed himself the luxury of imagining the elf stumbling about, body twitching spasmodically as blood gushed from his stump of a neck, then he shook his head to clear it.
The elf was undisciplined, dishonorable, lacivious and had the courage of rat. But that was no reason to kill him. Just because you dislike someone, no reason to react. Calm down, Brand, calm down...
Right. So, what are my options?
I can start a fight right here, which would destabalize the group and ruin their chances, just because I don't have enough discipline to control my anger.
I can pick up and leave, like a little coward, running away from my problems. Of course, I joined this little expedition because I thought they would need a hand. I think they still do.
Or I can bite back my anger, act like a man, and let the others take charge. Hopefully they won't kill us all. And if it gets to be too much, a take a good, solid stick and knock Farralon's head inside out.
That decided, Brand retired to his tent, and spent the night caring for his gear. At least now I have enough money to buy a new cart, even if... Poor Hardfoot. Still, he would rebuild his stock, and move on.
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Later
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<<I'll make my purchases in a bit, after I've looked over the gear list.>>
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And now
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"Be aware," Brand notes from the sides as the others are discussing the assault, "That you will be vulnerable as you are descending. No free hands, no way to dodge from side to side, and a single fireball or one of those fancy arrows Merkass seems to enjoy will put an end to your adventure right there."
Brand thinks for a moment, then adds, "It strikes me that if I were preparing a fortress as a trap like this, I would expect ariel attacks to be mounted from ropes. The ropes have to reach down to the top of the fortress, or almost there... An armored human can't drop far without harm, if I remember correctly. How would you defend your fortress against that?"
"Me, I'd consider an oil trap, or something similar. A line of flame along the cliff's edge about 20 feet above the top of the fortress would catch most of the enemy's ropes alight, and kill the majority of his forces before he even entered your fortress."
"All in all, you might want to consider finding a way to descend that he wouldn't expect. Ropes are too easy to destroy." Having said his piece, the merchant returns to sharpening his blades.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 13, 2005 6:52 pm
Cedric nods, "Wise council..." He looks to Yeesha, "Is there some magical means we might use to enter the fortress? Is it possible to merely teleport inside?" The Paladin looks away for a moment, "Before we discuss this, let us agree to send the scouts on their way so as to not waste time. We can decide on a means of assualt while they are determining the state of the fortress."
((Dare I note that scrolls of feather fall are only 25gp?))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Oct 13, 2005 7:15 pm
"Indeed," Damas pitches in with a nod to Brand. "Our enemy is not stupid, and they would most likely expect an aerial assault." He nods in response to Cedric's comments as well, his ears quivering. "Teleporting inside is a good idea, but I do not know such spells, and the caster will have had to have been in this place before, or have some sort of link to it."
[Sense Motive: 17 + 3 = 20. So she has a feeling, but she's not positive]
Kethra passes a glance to Brand, keeping her expression strait and as unreadable as possible. Deep down she has a feeling that the birdman is unhappy with Faralon's comments, but doesn't really blame him. Sure he had made a mistake, but all of them had, and it was no reason to blame Brand for all of it. *I probably would have felt the same way in his position...* The half elf sighs and looks up to the fort. "If none of our arcane spell casters can teleport, and if they have not been inside, then than idea is out the window."
"Not necessarily," Damas says with a grin. "Arcane spell casters like Isyndel, Lady Yeesha, Elias, Asathel, and myself have empathic bonds with our familiars. We cannot see through their eyes, but we have the same link to any place they have been. Therefore, if a magician sends their familiar to investigate a room, they can teleport inside as if they have also been there."
"Oh, I see..." Kethra murmurs.

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Oct 13, 2005 7:23 pm
((SUPER RP POST OF DOOM)) http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/nes/Ffvictory.mid HP increase by 6! BAB increases by 1! FORT increases by 1!
WILL increases by 1!
Skirmish increases +1 to AC!
Speed increases +10'!
Merkass gains the ability Trackless Step!
((Overview of previous level, since I missed having a chance to post it: DEX +1, HP +9, BAB +1, REF +1, Battle Fortitude +1 (+1 FORT and Init), Uncanny Dodge (Not flatfooted).))
*Merkass considers Derrik's proposition. For a 10% discount on goods, Merkass saw nothing wrong with the merchant's proposition. He had bought his exotic arrows from him, and he probably wouldn't have been able to do so otherwise. Now, with a discounted price, Merkass could get equipment he needed at a more affordable price as well. Certainly, the deal was a good one, since Derrik hadn't seemed to have swindled them before. Merkass accepts, and begins to make purchases.*
: Your offer is a fair one. My only concern is of the tinker, Zook. Does commissioning him to invent something breach contract? Technically, you can't sell it if it doesn't exist. Or, if he purchases materials from you that he is unable to scavenge, is that acceptable?
~Insert response~
: In any event, I would like to make a purchase. I need to trade in my armor for something less restricting. If you have anything in mithril, preferrably a chain shirt, that would do nicely. I'm willing to exchange and pay the difference. Further, if you can upgrade my bow with a magical enhancement, I would appreciate that as well.
((Mithral Shirt is 1100 gp. 10% brings that to 990.
Upgrading the bow to +1 will cost 2000. 10% brings that to 1800.
Total purchases: 2790.
Donating rest to party fund. Should be ~107 gp.))
~~
*Merkass listens to the group's plan to assault the fort, and when the issue of reconaissance is brought up, Merkass is about to speak when Faralon says exactly what he was thinking. A slight grin comes to his face to see that at least someone was having good ideas. Merkass then nods in approval before speaking*
: That would be excellent. How long would I remain invisible, however? I need to know when taking cover will be necessary. Regardless, if something goes awry, I should be able to return and not lead them back to us, unless you'd like to stage an ambush, *Merkss says as he begins to focus on the rest of the group, and not just his conversation with Faralon.*
~~~
((Aurik's turn. This is with Laika.
CHA check to see how well this comes out
1d20 + 3 = 18 + 3 = 21. Aurik should seem quite fluent and appear to know what he's talking about. Doesn't mean an automatic conversion on Laika. It only determines his presentation.))
*Aurik becomes intensely interested in Laika's own interest in his patron deity. The ways of Volcanon had shown him the path of fiery cleansing and retribution against enemies who had wronged not only him, but the innocent, good, and/or pure as well. Fire is the ultimate cleanser, and with Volcanon's aid, Aurik sought to purify the world. The prospect of bringing Laika under Volcanon's wing was immensely promising and greatly excited him.*
: Come, Laika, walk with me, and we can discuss the wonders of the fiery lord, creator of all you see before you out in his creation.
*Aurik leads Laika away from the group, pointing out the intricacies of nature itself and the importance of order in the world, while noting that a balance exists between structure and freedom in all around them.*
: Laika, before you is a verdant world of life. Volcanon, the purifier, sought to create order in the world. The grass before you grows in a uniform way, does it not? Some may say Mitula is at work in such things, but Mitula is responsible for life, growth, and renewal. Do not let this concept of uniformity and absolute order frighten you, however. Do you not have choice to do as you wish? Even though animals may feed off one another, and they choose similar food each time, do they not have the choice of when and where they do so? When you set down to bed, do you not choose where you lay? Such is the harmony of the Fiery Lord. Though he seeks to create order, he is not inhibiting, unless one seeks to destroy the order he has created.
*Aurik pauses for a moment, letting what he has said set into Laika's thoughts. Aurik then awaits any questions before continuing*
: Consider the existence of evil in the world. It is harmful to the order of nature, and this is where one such as yourself or the others play their role. Like the all encompassing flame, Volcanon's will is spread by those who would seek to do good in the world, and right the wrongs of others. Volcanon's retribution is swift; his wrath, terrible. Even now, we may all be servants of Volcanon without knowing it.
*Aurik becomes filled with more fervor as he speaks of his deity. He takes his morningstar out and raises his arms into the air, beginning to speak loudly, and more forcefully as he is overcome with his zeal and love for the glory of Volcanon.*
: The horrors of evil and its destructive forces must be punished, and vengeance set against their plague of the world! We all have the power to do right, but Volcanon takes this power one step farther. He would have you, I, or anyone fight back and fix what they have done wrong! We could bring such great works to this world by pushing back against the evils plaguing all of existence instead of waiting for evil to spawn forth! You must see it, as I have seen the fervor in your very eyes when assaulting the forces of evil!
*Aurik begins to become more excited, but calms down a bit and lets out a heavy breath as he waits for Laika's response to what he has said, and wonders if he has any more questions. Aurik could answer them all, and would be excited to do so, for his lord was great and powerful, and the word must be spread.*

Posted by: Aldur Thu Oct 13, 2005 7:27 pm
(( DM, I wish I had your rolls. Not a one below a ten as far as I've counted...lucky thing.)) Amelios tried hard to not stiffen. Why had he not thought of any of this? It seemed apparent that he still had far to go. Home learning tactics...What are you thinking? He then began thinking again. And started.
"Damas...The enemy...are not...stupid. That's an idea. The enemy tends to be undead...in this cult. And they didn't seem to keep a formation or anything in the last few fights...without being ordered to. I don't...suppose that before our good friends leave to scout...someone could scry? I don't know if anyone here can though...still, just an idea! Let's try to see what they're at magically first. And then, well...maybe if there's a chance...take out the leader before we descend. True we lose the element of surprise...but'll they'll lose direction!"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:07 pm
Zook tugs at his ear nervously. "Something on your mind, Amelios?"

Posted by: Aldur Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:10 pm
Amelios looked at the gnome and seemed a little surprised he'd noticed. "Well, Lady Yeesha, And maybe Faralon too...what happened to the Force when they came through here. What did the enemy do? What traps did they employ? Mayhap we'll get a clue."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:42 pm
((I was rolling bad during the last fight [various 10s, 11s, 12s, and a 9 or two...-.-], and quite a few bad initiative and save rolls. The only thing that saves me on saves and skills and init are high bonuses. My high rolls seem to be hitting me on things that don't matter, which is really odd))
Damas sighs and hangs his head. *No one ever listens to me... Why do I ever bother speaking?*
Kethra turns to Damas for a moment, then to the others. "Getting the drop on them will most likely give us a significant advantage. However, this is just an opinion, and we should all agree on a course of action before doing anything."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Oct 13, 2005 9:49 pm
"The last time we were through here, we rappeled down from the cliff to the highest tower of the fort. It was only a 50' drop, we climbed down fairly swiftly. Graham had shot their sentry in the tower dead in the head, so no one knew we were climbing until we were already finished," Yeesha recounts. "Then we stormed the battlements and descended to the fort's inner levels. Since the fort is really just a big trap for anyone attack it on ground, it can't hold the same garrison a regular fortress can. Too much space devoted to traps and mechanisms on the ground floor and not enough space for living quarters and the like. Assuming the scouts don't find anything majorly changed, we should be fine."

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 13, 2005 9:52 pm
Cedric frowns, "Wait... This is the same approach the force used?" He looks at Yeesha pointedly, "Certainly you realize that they will be expecting an attack along the same route." He shakes his head, "Still...the front is a death trap so we have little choice."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Oct 13, 2005 9:59 pm
Yeesha winces. "Yes, I'd thought of that, but as you pointed out, the front is a deathtrap. Our options are rather limited."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Oct 13, 2005 10:02 pm
((I'm impressed that you got that much from a memeber of an effectively alien race who was trying to supress his feelings. Eh.)) "I'm no spellcaster, and never have been." Brand says without looking up. "But the spell casters of Bedoe's army aren't all that powerful, either. At least, the ones up in the northlands aren't. They can't remember many complex spells, and have trouble casting the easy ones more than once or twice without looking back in their spellbooks."
"But battle doesn't happen more than once in a blue moon, and even the best spellcaster starts running out of spells when it hits. So the army keeps a stock of scrolls and potions. It's no good if you expect to cast spells constantly, but if you need a flood of magic once in a blue moon, well..."
"Strikes me that we're in that situation. Why not buy a couple scrolls of whatever magic you deem best with the party funds, and have Yeesha and the others use them? They can try Damas's teleport idea, or make us all invisible, or levitate us, or at least make you fall slower. And that way, your magic users are still fresh and ready to go with combat spells."

Posted by: Aldur Thu Oct 13, 2005 10:36 pm
Amelios again, stored away this information in his head, beginning to take in various new ideas in his fledgling hobby. "That seems a good idea. Why not let Kyoji and Merkass go now, we buy what we need, and that way save some time?"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Oct 13, 2005 11:08 pm
((At least not everyone is mad at Brand )) "That's a great plan," Kethra pipes in before turning to Damas. "Are you even listening? Your head is down." "I'm fine," Damas replies. "Just a headache." "Uh huh..." Kethra rolls her eyes. "Well, do you agree with Amelios' plan?"
"It sounds like a good enough plan," Damas says, resting his hand on his forehead. *Not like anyone would listen to me, anyway...*
At this moment, Li peeks out from the hood of Damas' cloak and looks up and the sorcerer. Her beady little eyes shift constantly, and her whiskers twitch. "Master..."

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Oct 14, 2005 12:18 am
Cedric chuckles at the words of Amelios, then nods with a grin, "Certainly... The scouts shall be off then."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Oct 14, 2005 12:42 am
Kyoji and Merkass swiftly depart. "I suppose... Well, if we wanted to bypass the climbing we could all buy scrolls of Feather Fall. Cheap enough that everyone could get one... But that would leave us without a way back up unless someone bothers to lower a rope as well, just in case. Invisibility and teleportation cost substantially more, I don't think our treasury could take it," Yeesha says.
((Waiting on Knight, and I'm assuming that Faralon did indeed cast Invisibility on Merkass. In the meantime, you could execute the second phase of the plan and buy whatever you're going to buy.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Oct 14, 2005 1:10 am
Cedric frowns, "We have little other choice... Our numbers are too great for all of us to safely escape if the battle turns aganist us." He looks towards Damas, "The mages and archers shall remain on the cliff face, supporting us from above with their fire and spells. The fighters and clerics will descend into the fortress. We will leave an ample supply of rope with those on the cliff in case things turn aganist us." The Paladin looks towards Brand, "Those of us gifted with flight will strike swiftly, hitting the leaders of these dark forces and withdrawing before the enemy closes on them. If we follow this plan, we will be prepared if the enemy has us at a disadvantage. The archers and mages will be able to cover the retreat of the melee fighters and should be safe from attack themselves...unless the enemy is supported by flyers themselves."
When Derrik is summoned, Cedric breaks convention and pays for his scroll of feather fall himself. He also purchases one other scroll, one of enlarge person.
[Money Remaining GP: 62 SP: 2 CP: 5]

Posted by: Rusty Fri Oct 14, 2005 1:45 am
((Yes, Faralon is casting Invisibility on Merkass.)) *Earlier* : "Ah...It should last only about six minutes, so try and be quick and report back shortly." *When Merkass is ready to leave, Faralon casts Invisibility on him.*

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Oct 14, 2005 1:53 am
"Either way it is risky, but all of us going down there and having no way to get back would indeed be more dangerous." Damas rubs his temples and looks up at the cliffs. "Oh dear..." "Are you afraid of heights?" Kethra asks innocently. "N-no, of course not!" Damas says defensively. "If it was fire..."
"Oh, you're just a little bit jumpy because you've never climbed before. Don't worry, if you fall, I'll catch you." Kethra grins.
Damas rolls his eyes. "That makes me feel so much better..."
Damas and Kethra each purchase a scroll of feather fall, and Kethra buys a scroll of enlarge person.
[Cost of Purchase: 75 gold]
((I'm not sure if they'll need those or not. Could do good for anyone who might, though ))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Oct 14, 2005 2:03 am
Brand has made the following purchases: Backpack 2gp Barrelx9 18gp Bedroll .1gp Blanket, winter x 3 1.5gp
Caltrops x3 3gp
Candle x10 .1gp
Case, map, x3 3gp
Fishing net 4gp
Flint and steel 1gp
Hammer .5gp
Lantern, hooded 7gp
Ink 8gp
Inkpen .1gp
Mirror 10gp
Oil x 5 .5gp
Parchment x 6 1.2gp
Trail Rations, x14 7gp
Sack x 12 1.2gp
Signal whistle 5gp
Sledge 1gp
Soap .5gp
Shovel 2gp
Tent 10gp
Torch x 12 .12gp
Waterskin x4 4gp
Whetstone x3 .06gp
Traveler's outfit 1gp
Explorer's outfit 10 gp
Cold weather outfit 8gp
Everburning torch 110gp
Antitoxin 50gp
Alchemist's fire x2 40gp
Smokestick x5 100gp
Sunrod x5 10gp
thunderstones x5 150 gp
tanglefoot bags x2 100 gp
barkskin scroll 150gp
protection from evil scrolls x2 50 gp
potion of cure moderate wounds 300 gp
potion of cure light wounds x2 100 gp
Cart - 15gp
Horse(Light) - 75 gp - Named Hardfoot.
Saddle, pack - 5 gp
Feed x14 - 7gp
Total cost: 1371.88 gp

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Oct 14, 2005 4:07 am
After a few minutes, a slightly bruised Kyoji scrambles over the cliff side. "Move back. Now," Kyoji says as he moves towards you, speaking in a quiet, but urgent manner. "Get back from the overhang," Kyoji elaborates. Cedric motions for the others to move back and does so himself.
Faralon speaks quietly, "What's wrong?"
"What vile deeds are afoot, my friend?" The Paladin asks.
"The portion of the cliff that overhangs the fort has a number of strange devices attached to it. I cannot be sure, as I am no tinker, but I believe them to be explosives."
Faralon wonders aloud, "Merkass disabled some traps in Dava's mansion, didn't he? Would it be too risky for him to try to disable those, as well?"
Cedric frowns at this news, "Can we set them off? Perhaps destroying the fortress with its own trap..."
Laika speaks in an intellectual voice, "But if they're explosives, perhaps Zook can examine them and put them to good use"
"The traps at the mansion were simple tripwire devices, no great understanding of technology was required. These..." Kyoji shakes his head.
"They're bundles of wires, machinery, and chemicals. Only Zook would have a chance at disarming them. Is he any good at climbing?" Kyoji asks.
Cedric glances at ADAM and Zook with a frown, "I doubt it..." He looks towards Brand, "Perhaps he can be carried?"
Brand looks at Zook appraisingly, "How much does he weigh?"
Faralon frowns, "If he's not an experienced climber and he can't be carried...Well, we did get that potion before that could make him more nimble...And I could use my song to help him, if necessary."
Brand looks doubtful. "I can carry him, yes. If neither of us carries anything. But I cannot hold him there, not for long... You have no idea how much effort flight without rest costs. A song might attract more attention than we care for, friend." Brand points out.
Kyoji asks, "Perhaps we could lower him on a rope? But there is a chance the watchmen will spot him."
Cedric frowns, "Climbing does not require agility but strength." He shakes his head, "Faralon, it might not be a wise idea."
"I see two alternatives." Brand notes. "First, we could jump as far as we could, trusting that you can leap further than the explosives throw. I'm not sure I like that option, though."
Cedric frowns then, glancing at Kyoji, "What happen to you then? I had feared you were assaulted."
Brand clicks his beak thoughtfully, "Second, we could set off the explosives. A fireball, a lightning bolt, or an electrified javelin might do the trick. And I could be far enough away from them to be safe."
"Er... I stumbled on a stone when I was first searching for a handhold and fell..." Kyoji says, turning his head away from the party.
"Yes, and I lost my sword when we were combatting the pirates. Don't let it throw you." Brand states almost comfortingly.
Faralon shakes his head, "There's no telling what they'd do. Plus, that would completely remove any possible element of surprise.
"...or it might provide a larger element of surprise." The Paladin notes.
Brand points out, "True. It might generate confusion, but against the undead, most likely not. But it is an option."
Kyoji decides to finish his report at this point, "They are not undead."
Faralon looks at the ninja in wonder, "Did you see what they are?"
"Elven bards. Hordes of them. It's... It's... BARDSTOCK '05!!!!"
TUM was joking...
Faralon glances at the Paladin, "Cedric, are you suggesting a diversion?"
Noting that he was losing the attention of the group, Kyoji continues, "They seemed to be warriors, a few mages and priests. All of the mortal races, and most garbed in the same robes or tunics. I'm assuming that's the dress of their cult. There ARE a few undead of the sort we encountered at the mansion, but they are very few."
Brand queries, "Any ranged attackers, other than spellcasters?"
"Yes, there are a number of archers." Kyoji notes.
"Very good...." says Ryhir, hefting his blades consideringly...
Brand nods. "And winged races?" His words go unheeded.
Cedric chuckles, "The explosives protect from ropes but...if we use magic we will have the element of surprise." Cedric looks to the ninja, "Kyoji, are there positions that cover the fort from above that are not near the explosives? Perhaps the archers and mages can support us from there."
Faralon shakes his head, "Is magic really necessary? We could perhaps use but an arrow."
Cedric frowns, "True...but we must do more than destroy this fort, we must discover its secrets."
Ryhir look saddened, "Is taking Prisoners an objective here then?"
Cedric frowns, "Yes but not at the risk of your own health. One or two should prove enough to educate us on this dark cult." Cedric sighs, "The time for decisive action has come. Brand, I know it is a heavy burden to bear but Zook is the only one who stands a chance of disarming those devices." The Paladin looks to the others, "We cannot stand here debating." A dark look comes over the holy knight's face,"That is what happened at Dava's..."
Faralon chuckles, "Should we at least wait for Merkass to return? He shouldn't have been far behind Kyoji."
"How long will it take him to disarm it?" Brand asks, eyebrows raised. "I cannot hold him there for more than a second or two."
The Paladin sighs for a moment thoughtfully. Then looks at the others, "When Merkass returns, unless he bears great tidings, we will explode the devices. Afterwards, we will leap towards the fort using the magic to carry us over the newly formed gap." The holy knight glances at Yeesha, "Will that work? Will the distance be short enough that mages and archers can still provide cover? ...or should they jump as well."
Merkass comes back and reports that everything seems normal around the fort perimeter.
((The chat went OoC for a long period at this time to discuss battle plans. In the end the following occurred.))
Finally, Cedric covers his face for a moment, "Enough of this." He looks at the others, "We will purchase another spell from derrik, one that will allow Zook to move or float along the wall."
A random arcanist speaks up, "That would be spider climb! It's only second level! We should be able to get it for 150 gp."
"Excellent. Then we will use the party funds to purchase it." Cedric glances at the others, "Now... Does anyone have an illusion spell to protect Zook?"
Lady Yeesha and Faralon shake their heads. Then Lady Yeesha's face brightens, "Ohhhh.... But I can turn him invisible!!!"
"If only it were permanent..." Sighs Cedric.
Kidding, this time me...
Cedric nods, "Good."
Zook manages to diasarm the bombs, though he can't recover them.
Then the group prepares to attack.
((OoC: Some things might seem OoC, its because I'm tired and sick of a one hour long debate on this. I moved things as best I was able in order to enter the time to smiting.))
Atop the cliff, Cedric asks Lady Yeesha to read the scroll of enlarge person that he purchased. As she looks it over before casting, he summons the valiant fortune cookie and mounts the mighty steed. As the archwizardess begins casting the scroll, the Paladin prays to his goddess for protection.
Cedric begins to grow in size as those in the group with arcane skill read the scrolls of feather fall for the benefit of the others. However...his mount remains the same size and Cedric is soon standing over it. He looks at the others with an embrassed grin, "Eh..." His horse vanishes and the Paladin shakes his head, "Well...hopefully that will be the stupidest thing I do today."
All preparations made, Cedric calls upon the Goddess once more for protection and dashes forward.
[Enlarge Person]
[Feather Fall]
[Protection from Evil]
[Divine Shield - Cedric + 5 AC / 3 Rounds]

Posted by: Cyrus Fri Oct 14, 2005 4:20 am
Castor makes a series of purchases in the short time before the battle, preparing for the onslaught awaiting them in the fortress. [Items bought: Breastplate, Potion of CMW, Scoll of Feather Fall. Total cost: 1057 G. Rest goes to party.]

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Oct 14, 2005 4:25 am
Brand, realizing he was about to do something phenominally stupid, also quickly purchases 10 tindertwigs. Cost, 10 gp. Checking that his new gear was stowed correctly inside and around his armor, the Birdman nodded to the now enormous paladin, and asked him to read a scroll over him. At the same time, the birdman pulled a second scroll and quickly cast it over himself. Nodding again, Brand prepared to throw himself over the cliff.
Protection from Evil cast on Brand.
Barkskin cast on Brand.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Oct 14, 2005 4:30 am
The strike group launches themselves off the side of the cliff, the wind howling around them, their stomachs lurching as their bodies protest what all common sense tells them not to do... But the magic works and they hit the top of the fort's tower safe and secure. The fort itself has seen better days, the damage from the last assault on it still visible in the rubble strewn around and the craters and scratches left on its walls... Yet it has been repaired to a serviceable degree.
"Intruders! Activate the bombs!" one of the archers shouts.
((Listen DC 15))
"Unable to comply... The devices are not responding," one of the Drowned Eye responds. "I suspect sabotage."
"The Sound and the Silence aren't here yet... We can't... Hold them for as long as possible!" the mage orders. "Maybe if the Corrupted Ones are with us this day, we can defeat them without their help... Then we'll be assigned to one of the glorious fronts instead of this stinking old glorified watchtower..."
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Everyone's move action is taken by the fall. Attack actions only this round.
Music:
http://www.kaihaku.net/TUM/12%20-%20The%20Fortress.mp3

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Oct 14, 2005 4:44 am
I'll edit in cool text later. Brand flys south 30', down 10'. Using shield as full cover, no weapon drawn at the moment. Current altitude, 40'.

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Oct 14, 2005 4:54 am
[Listen 19 + 2 = 21] Cedric glares out at the enemy as he descends, his eyes filled with righteous fury. His now massive voice booms out across the battlefield, "You have not escaped judgment! Today, the wrath of all that is good will come down upon you!" The Paladin thrusts his hammer towards the Mage who seemed in command, "Today you will feel the light you have forsaken! There will be no escape!"
[Intimidate: 12 + 10 = 22]
Cedric towers over the nearby enemy archers as he touches down on the tower, his eyes darting to one nearest him and a fell look coming over his face. Raising his now massive hammer, the Paladin slams it against the archer before the stairs with all of his now great might.
[Power Attack -5]
[Attack Roll: 10 + 12 = 22]
[Damage Roll: 6 + 7 (2d8 Due to size) + 9 + 10 = 32]

Posted by: Rusty Fri Oct 14, 2005 5:14 am
((Initiative: 16 + 4 = 20.)) *Faralon draws his bow as he begins to sing from the cliff.* ((Listen...5 + 10 = 15.)) : "Charge! Wipe them out! This, I do shout. Attack from the air! Attack, swift and fair!"
((Thanks to Song of the Heart...Inspire Courage is now +2 to both attack and damage rolls to all that can hear it. Not sure how loud Faralon can sing. lol I doubt anyone on the fort can hear, but who knows.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Oct 14, 2005 5:21 am
[Initiative 8+3=11] Zook taps his foot backwards to Faralon's song as he fires his weapon from the prone position. ((Attack the top-leftmost priest. Attack roll: 20+8+2=30 Confirming critical... 11+8+2=21
Damage: 2+5+1+2=10(x3 if confirmed)= 30
Start your fight off the gnomely way, with critical hits!))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Oct 14, 2005 5:31 am
((I'm told that my song reaches those on the fort, even. How many, I'm not sure - if all, awesome. Though when you can't hear it anymore, your bonus will end 5 rounds after.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Fri Oct 14, 2005 5:34 am
(13 INIT, can't do anyting if I can't move)

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Oct 14, 2005 6:10 am
((Flashback to the conversation between Aurik and Laika)) Listening intently to everything Aurik has to say, Laika begins to ask some of his questions. "So, how exactly does one begin to follow the way of Volcanon, do I just devote myself towards his cause? Or is there some sort of ritual that needs to take place?" these were merely the first questins that entered his mind, but were easily the most important to him.
After blurting out his questions Laika had realised he had not yet given a reason as to his sudden intrest in the god. Looking somewhat embarraed that he forgot to mention this large detail due to not having very much experience in the way of social interaction.
"Oh! I suppose you're wondering why I'm interested in this to begin with." Without waiting for Aurik, Laika continues "I suppose it would to find something to give me more of a meaning for my life... As of right now, I really only have the thrill of the hunt... I need to give myself a reason to motivate me to be better at what I do... I suppose, I'm just looking for a purpose to my life..." Laika mutters the last little bit, hoping that it won;t make it sound as pathetic as he thinks it will be.
"If a word of what I just said gets out, you will not like the result.... Okay?" Laika was trying to seem threatening, but not too over the top to scare Aurik away from going any further, nut to discourage him from releasing any of this information.
((End flashback, and action will be made shortly))
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((Init: 16 + 4 = 20))
Laika doesn't like the cut of the archer's jib next to him and lashes out after letting out a howl and activating his gloves.
Attack
Claw1: D20+8+2 (music) = 17 + 10 = 27
Claw2: D20+8+2 (music) = 11 + 10 = 21
Bite: D20 + 3 +2 (music) = 13 + 5 = 18
Damage
Claw1: 1d8 + 1d6(fire) + 5 + 2(music) = 8 + 6 + 7 = 21
Claw2: 1d8 + 1d6(fire) + 5 + 2(music) = 1 + 5 + 7 = 13
Bite: 1d6 + 2 + 1(music) = 1 + 3 = 4))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Oct 14, 2005 7:06 am
((Don't forget that you're also flanking the archer ^_- Nothing for Kethra to do now since I'm sure you killed it)) [Kethra's Initiative: 9 + 8 = 17] "Ooh, my stomach..." Kethra groans after she lands. Her gaze then turns strait to the archer she has landed near, and her eyes narrow. *They don't seem confident...* she thinks to herself. Seeing no targets to attack, she stays on the defensive.
<>
[Dama's Initiative: 8 + 4 = 12. Pfeh -_-]
Damas draws his bow just in case he needs it and looks around for a target that he can hit with his magic.
((I will edit in the rest of my action when I know just how far the mages and archers are from the “starting point” both vertically and horizontally. It’ll make a big difference on how effective the mages and archers will be))

Posted by: Century Fri Oct 14, 2005 8:50 am
(( By the way, just wanted to buy 3 potions of CLW. Dunno the price right now, but I'll work it out and subtract it later on - I'll have to sort out Init etc later on as well 8( ))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Oct 14, 2005 10:07 am
((Obviously, I'm neither pleased nor caught up with what's going on. I'll edit in a battle action later on today. EDIT: No fancy post for this, as I'm still not in the mood. Long story short, the rain has ben very cruel to me and my internet connection, and it's got at least another day's worth of juice in it's battery from what I hear. But I digress; after looking over the past few posts, these are my actions:
- Ashathel agreed to Derrik's deal, though he didn't buy anything
- Casting Resistance is my action for this round
== Spells ==
0: Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost
1: Lesser Orb of Electricity, Lesser Orb of Electricity
2: Energy Blade, Scorching Ray))

Posted by: Aldur Fri Oct 14, 2005 12:05 pm
((Blah that this happens after I go to sleep. Oh well. And I spy with my little eye...)) Amelios almost screams in delight as he gently falls, the sensation heavenly to the Kyantol. He remained silent as he landed, looking over the enemy for a few moments. He frowned. ((Spot 17+6 = 23.)) He noticed among the enemy ranks that there were strange looking mechanical things. He gasped, realising that these were the torch eyes Zook had mentioned before. And fought before.
"Everyone. Do be careful! Remember what Zook told us before about those Torch eyes! And remember what they did at Dava's Mansion! Stay on Guard!"
The cleric shut his eyes, a glittering Aura surrounding him, Light pouring into his being and he smiled.
"Today thou shalt meet thy end. Look upon the glorious light that will vanquish thy darkness!"
The cleric realised that his companions could easily handle the two archers on the roof and stood impassively watching the foe, and straining his ears to see if he can hear anything they're saying.
(( Cast Nimbus of light. Storing up the energy for now. 16+6=22 for the listen check, to hear what the enemy are doing. ))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Oct 14, 2005 7:38 pm
((Aurik gains 200 XP! Aurik becomes level 6! Aurik becomes a Combat Medic! HP increase by 6! Ref increases by 2!
Concentration increases by 1!
Heal increases by 1!
Knowledge (Religion) increases by 1!
Spellcraft increases by 1!
Spot increases by 1!
Aurik gains the ability Healing Kicker (Sanctuary)!
Spells Prepared:
{0: Detect Magic x2, Light, Purify Food and Drink, Read Magic}
{1: Endure Elements, Protection from Evil x2, Shield of Faith; D: Endure Elements}
{2: Bull's Strength, Consecrate, Silence, D: Heat Metal}
{3: Blindness/Deafness, Blessed Aim, Prayer, D: Searing Light}
Initiatives:
Aurik: 1d20 + 2 = 17 + 2 = 19
Merkass: 1d20 + 7 = 13 + 7 = 20))
*Merkass spies a number of mages that may be a thorn in the side of the group. Looking to aleviate this problem as quickly as possible, Merkass knocks a dragonsbreath arrow, and fires at the farthest across the tower, and then looks down the tower and quickly fires another one afterward. Hopefully, this would put them out of the fight for enough time that the group could move in on them.*
((Rapid Shot
Shot 1: Mage on the left side of the tower.
Shot 2: Mage on the south side of the tower
Attack 1:
1d20 + 11 + 2 - 2 = 16 + 11 = 27.
Attack 2:
1d20 + 11 + 2 - 2 = 18 + 11 = 29.
Damage 1:
1d6 + 5 + 2 + 1 (fire) = 2 + 7 + 1 (fire) = 9 + 1 (fire)
Damage 2:
1d6 + 7 + 1 (fire) = 3 + 7 + 1 (fire) = 10 + 1 (fire)
Both mages must succeed at a DC 15 reflex save or catch fire))
~~~
*Aurik notes Merkass' arrows screaming through the air and catching ablaze as they stick deeply into the two mages. Considering a similar option, Aurik makes use of one of his prepared spells from the morning, making it difficult for other mages to cast. Looking down the tower, Aurik sees a group with a mage and a priestly looking figure, and decides that taking their voice away would work wonders. With a few gestures, Aurik presents his holy symbol, and suddenly all becomes quiet from that portion of the tower.*
((Aurik casts silence!
Center it on a brick, a stone, or something in that corner by the doorway. Aurik has well over 400' of range on this, so he can hit it.
20' emanation of silence from there, which covers that entire area up to the door, and then outward in the opposite direction.
Spells Remaining
{0: Detect Magic x2, Light, Purify Food and Drink, Read Magic}
{1: Endure Elements, Protection from Evil x2, Shield of Faith; D: Endure Elements}
{2: Bull's Strength, Consecrate, D: Heat Metal}
{3: Blindness/Deafness, Blessed Aim, Prayer, D: Searing Light}

Posted by: Rusty Fri Oct 14, 2005 7:42 pm
((You're including Inspire Courage, right?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Oct 14, 2005 9:39 pm
Cedric's blow shatters more than a few of his opponent's bones, but fails to kill the warrior. Zook's shot strikes the priest in his torso, spinning him around and causing him to stumble, but not fall. Laika lays into the archer next to him, tearing great gashes in the elf's chest and biting off a hunk of flesh. However, the archer does not die, clinging to life with surprising tenacity, and whispering some sort of mantra.
((Assuming that Kethra attacks when she sees the archer did not die.))
Kethra lashes out!
((Miss, Hit! 8 damage!))
This final blow kills the archer for good.
Amelios hears the enemy ordering its troops to get in formation, his ears straining over the howl of the growing wind.
Merkass' shots bite deep into the enemy magic users, setting them on fire. However, they manage to put the fire out with effort.
((Both failed initial Ref save, then put the fire out with their actions. Second save succeeded.))
Aurik casts his spell, and that area is suddenly silent!
((Gray boundary indicates silent area.))
Ryhir lashes out with his twin scimitars, lopping off the head of the archer he is near.
((Hit, Critical Hit! Enough damage to kill the bugger.))
*Computer AI for inactive players moves Castor and Gabriel foward.*
Kyoji goes invisible and stalks towards the priest of the closest enemy group to the south.
All the archers and mages on the cliff have line of sight to all of the map. Distance is 50' down, and assume you're "starting" from the top right side of the map for range purposes.
Received Damas' action from NSG: Iceball on south platform.
Damas casts down a great storm of ice shards on the enemies just south of the strike group. The bitter winds and sharp ice slice up the foe.
((22 damage to the orcs, the top archer, the Torch Eye, and to the bottom centaur who was hit. 11 to the rest who saved.))
The priest that Zook shot calls on dark powers to heal his wounds.
((Cure Serious Wounds cast. 16 HP healed.))
The bottom right mage swiftly ascends the staircase and calls down a storm of ice shards and freezing winds upon all those in the top tower.
((Gabriel and Castor take 19 cold damage. Everyone else takes 10 cold damage, because everyone else passed the save.))
Two Drowned Eye soldiers step up and strafe Cedric, Van, and Gabriel. The three manage to avoid the first barrage, but get caught by the second.
((First ref saves all made. Second all failed. Cedric, Van, and Gabriel take 8 damage each.))
The remaining priests cast a pair of Bless spells to improve their allies' attacks.
A pair of Torch Eyes fire their lasers, striking Elias and Castor.
((20 damage to Elias and Castor.))
A hail of enemy arrows showers the battlefield, two striking Aurik.
((Miss, miss, hit, hit! 10 damage to Aurik.))
The second cadre of archers decides to focus their fire on those on the cliff.
((Miss, Miss, Hit, Hit, Hit, Natural 20... Confirming critical... Second critical... Confirming multiplier increase... Confirmed. Two hits on Isyndel, one hit on Damas, and a double critical on Damas. 23 damage to Damas. 7 damage to Isyndel.))
The remaining archers fire at Cedric, but they only scratch the holy knight.
((Miss, miss, hit. 1 damage.))
The last two Drowned Eye open fire on those on the cliff, strafing with their large guns.
((Strafing checks succeeded. Reflex saves: Damas, failed. Isyndel: failed. Faralon: suceeded. Merkass: succeeded. Damas takes 13 damage. Isyndel takes 20 damage.))
A hail of bullets catches and shreds through Isyndel and Damas, but the bard and archer are able to nimble dodge the sudden rain of lead death.
Suddenly, an explosion blasts the small passage to the southern platform.
((Invisible Kyoji fails his spot check and takes damage. Reflex save made. 8 damage to Kyoji.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Oct 15, 2005 12:07 am
((Meh )) Damas reels when the arrow strikes him dead in the center of the chest, staggering back a few feet from the blow. Then the hail of bullets tears through him, and that finishes the job. "Oh...well...look at that..." he murmurs before falling to the ground in a heap. His familiar crawls out from the hood in his cloak and pushes her "hands" against his face to rouse him, but he is weakening quickly.
"Master? Master! Are you ok?" Li asks frantically.
The young mage barely musters the strength to looks at his friend, though the light is fading from his eyes quickly. "Li..." he chokes out, blood flowing from the side of his mouth. "I...I'm sorry...but...I...I can't stay...with you...any longer... My time...has come... Thank you...for...being...my friend..." His gaze weakly turns to Isyndel and he speaks in elven. ~"I...I'm sorry...for those stupid things...I said...back when we first met... You know...I...I didn't mean any of it...right?"~
<Insert response here, please >
~"D-don't be...sad...ok...? I...I had a...pretty...decent life...and I...enjoyed my time...with all...of you..."~ Damas' eyes begin to close, and the light is his eyes fades faster. ~"I just...regret...never...kissing you...Isyndel..."~ As these last words pass his trembling lips, his eyes finally close and his head falls to the side.
Li stares at him with her beady little eyes, her whiskers down limp. She crawls off of his chest and curls up beside his head, closing her eyes. "Master..."
[Yes, he is dead. Poor thing. I know he can be brought back, but when you're dying you don't think about that. As far as everything he said about not liking Isyndel? Well, he lied You can't very well help but tell the truth when you're dying though Truth is, I actually got teary writing this ]
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[Um, if Kethra succeed at her save, she takes no damage. She has Evasion]
Kethra nimbly dodges the icy shards, breathing a sigh of relief. However, when she sees arrows and bullets sailing towards the cliffs, she gets a really bad feeling. However, thinking about it isn't going to help, so moves south to join Kyoji, and hopes the others will do the same.
[Kethra moves south 15', southeast 15', and south again 10'. She then goes on full defense]

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Oct 15, 2005 12:59 am
Brand continues his flight path, gliding southwards and tacking slightly to the east. As he flies, he reaches into his pack, drawing out a small stick, which he casts as hard as he can southwards. (Move 5' down, 35' south. Ignite smokestick, and throw it as hard as I can at the torcheye to the southwest of my new position. Even if I miss, it should cover a few of the attackers in smoke, and keep them from blasting our magi.)
(Oh, and as a side note, I hope some of you guys notice how clustered these guys are to the south...)

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Oct 15, 2005 1:38 am
((Oh, I noticed. Sadly one of our major damage dealing magi is dead and the other is not going to be too far behind without aid. So much for Damas and Isyndel Iceballing them to death ))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sat Oct 15, 2005 4:02 am
((WTF, that sucks. Guess she'll be dead while I'm at work tomorrow.)) Isyndel shrieks in horror before she can even move as pain surges through her body. The warmth of blood between her skin and her already tattered dress seems to keep her alert, but her mind, heart, and breathing begin to race in indecision as the wizardess becomes keenly aware of how weak she feels. The attacks throw her to the ground violently; she can barely muster the energy to move at first. The woman gasps for air in hoarse breaths, her chest heaving in clearly visible effort.
She rolls to her side, her senses blurred and clearly overwhelmed from the abruptness of force they were surprised with. Weakly she makes out Damas and Li and dismisses the image briefly, assuming her senses had betrayed her. Horror overtakes her as clarity returns in those brief seconds, and it is painfully obvious to her that he is in far worse shape that she.
Staying low, she crawls to him as quickly as she can manage, laboring with each movement she makes to drag herself across the ground to the Sorceror. "Wilder..." Isyndel managed with a gasp, her words clearly in elven. "...D...Damas."
"I...I'm sorry...for those stupid things...I said...back when we first met... You know...I...I didn't mean any of it...right?"
Isyndel studies him briefly in that moment, smirking, attempting to hide an almost hysteric look that threatens her face. "You speak as if you will not have the opportunity to do so again," she whispers, chuckling quietly. "Do not apologize to me. There is no need." Isyndel reaches her hand out, taking his gently. "None."
She studies him quietly, unable to comprehend sensibility between the multitude of thoughts and feelings battling in her brain. In that moment, a tear formed in her eye that she neither wanted nor expected, and her bottom lip began to quiver uncontrollably.
"D-don't be...sad...ok...? I...I had a...pretty...decent life...and I...enjoyed my time...with all...of you..." Damas' eyes begin to close, and the light is his eyes fades faster. "I just...regret...never...kissing you...Isyndel..." As these last words pass his trembling lips, his eyes finally close and his head falls to the side.
Her eyes widened as she felt the life drain out of him, feeling gravity overtake the hand she took, watching his head fall. Silence overtook her then, horrible silence, and wretched stillness as she lay staring at his fallen lifeless form; at his eyes that only seconds ago beheld her, and at his lips which only seconds ago had spoken words that lanced through her heart like the arrow which seconds before had lanced through his.
She spent the remainder of the turn and quite possibly the next one lying on the ground staring in silence and in shock, doing nothing but taking breaths that now burned with pain both physical and emotional, ravaging her in flames from the inside out each time her heart took a beat.
((Initiative - 9 + 3 = 12
Current HP = 1/28
0 - Daze, Detect Magic, Resistance, Disrupt Undead
1 - Ray of Enfeeblement, Magic Missile x 2, Mage Armor
2 - Acid Arrow, Scorching Ray x 2, Web
3 - Dispel Magic, Freeze 2, Sleet Storm

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Oct 15, 2005 5:07 am
((Brand: I believe I mentioned the wind earlier, and smoke from the sticks dissipates in one round when a moderate or high wind is present. But as the wind is a fickle thing, I shall roll a d6 each round. 4 up means that a strong wind blows, 3 down means that the wind fades for a time. Note that even with strong wind the smoke will still be present for 1 round while the wind works to dismiss it. And for the first round... 1. No wind. Also, gain 150 XP for a clever tactic. Also, you hit your target.))
The smokestick clangs off the robot's metal plating and falls underneath it, sending its obscuring smoke everywhere.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Oct 15, 2005 5:11 am
Zook fires again at the priest, but this time his bullet flies errant. Frowning, Zook contemplates modifications to his rifle upon ADAM's repair. ((Attack roll: 4+8+2=14. Miss.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Oct 15, 2005 5:18 am
((Someone up there tell the mages to cast from their knees, with only their heads visible below. You are on an overhang far above the fortress, you can use this for cover. You may not be able to see as much of the battlefield but you will be in a much better defended position.))
Curses... Even at this size and with my challenge, the enemy is still focusing their fire evenly. Perhaps if I destroy one of their champions they will concentrate their attacks on me and spare the others. Cedric frowns deeply and moves past his allies on the stairs. Nearing the middle, he holds his hammer before him defensively and begins praying to the Goddess, "Take my life and make me thy weapon. As thou command the storms so command me. Let me be they lightning bolt which strikes the wicked, consume them with my very soul." Thin whisps of energy begin to trail around the Paladin's arms and into the head of his hammer.
[Move as far as possible down the stairs, which is roughly midway.]
[Defensive Casting - Concentration: 17 + 10 = 27]
[Divine Sacrifice]

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Oct 15, 2005 5:26 am
((Mages 1 and 2 that I hit were subjected to 3 and 6 fire damage respectively. Aside from that, the mages get 1 reflex save per round. They failed it for the last one, so they're on fire until this round. Silence is emanating from the wrong spot. It goes on that corner by the doorway.
Ok, thanks to me, if you took damage from a spell, ignore it. All 3 mages were removed from battle last round from either taking an action putting the flames out or being stuck in the silenced area))

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Oct 15, 2005 7:02 am
"Nicely done." Laika says to Kethra with a nod, despite the fact he was slightly bitter that he couldn't finish the archer of himself. But he realised it didn't matter, because regardless, the archer had fallen. He then moved down to the bottom of the steps and stopped, looking around briefly before deciding on taking out the group to the south or to the west.
((he's just off the stairs and infront of the lefthand block of them.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Oct 15, 2005 7:28 am
((As a note. To prevent future confusion, if you really really want to make sure I place an area effect correctly, you can save the battlemap, draw the area affected onto it, and either send it to me or post it here. Also, as I explained, the mages took their action to smother the fire. They are now prone, but are no longer flaming. Yes, you can do that.))

Posted by: Rusty Sat Oct 15, 2005 7:54 am
*Faralon fires two arrows as he continues to sing. Damas has fallen already? This isn't good...Either we take out those archers, or we take out whoever's giving them their orders. Otherwise, the same fate could befall the others...* ((Rapid Shot on nearest enemy spellcaster...Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 = 21. Hit?
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 = 5.
Second shot missed.))
:
"Allies, don't fret! We'll slay them yet! Take out their master, so we'll win faster!"

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Oct 15, 2005 8:02 am
(Van runs down to the spot next to where Kyoji is on the map. If I get any AoO's from enemies moving in on me, trip them. I have Combat Reflexes and Improved Trip.)

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Oct 15, 2005 8:35 am
((Er... I'm sorry to say this, but you can't do that Brand. I was browsing through the equipment pages when I found out that using a tindertwig is a standard action. You can light the smokestick and move, but not throw it yet. I will assume that you don't light it until you throw, so there will be no effect on smokestick duration.))

Posted by: Century Sat Oct 15, 2005 1:43 pm
~Surrounded in a halo of spinning feathers, their gentle drifting belieing the power of the laser blast that ripped through the birdman, Elias recovers from the intial impact quickly enough to retreat, gliding back from what he had considered a "safe" zone towards the tower. Retrieving one of his newly procured potions from a loop in the belt at his side, he downs the contents, the warmth of the liquid instantly helping to staunch the damage caused by the Torch-Eye's attack~
~Silently, Elias thanked Volcanon for the sense to have purchased such a potion when he had the chance~
(( Elias heads north-east four squares, basically to the square which is the top-left of the gargoyle.
CLW - +5HP <-- Am I right in saying a potion is just the base effect, ie 1d8 for this? I haven't got my PHB here....
2 Potions left
HP: 18/33
Spells:
0th: Ray of Frost; detect Magic; Open/Close; Read Magic
1st: Mage Armour; Magic Missile; Lesser Blaze
2nd: Lesser Freeze (x2)
))

Posted by: Aldur Sat Oct 15, 2005 8:19 pm
(( DM. Ameliios has a Staff of Life. I can revive him...so stop worrying. Or hope both clerics don't die. >_> Also, an IC reason for those not prone to become so...)) Amelios curses as he see's the damage done to their allies back up on the cliff. He screams at the top of his lungs, hoping they hear. "DROP PRONE! They'll not get you so easily!"
The Kyantol moved towards his hurt comrade, hearing something about a formation. he mentally cursed. That didn't help him at all...He turned his mind to the task at hand, calling upon the healing light of Mitula to help his minotaur comrade. (7+2+1+8=18 hp healed.) He then turned back his eye to the battle, the light around him seeming to get a little brighter and he tries again to hear what the enemy are doing...and also to try to see who the commander is. ( Listen check : 2+6 = 8. =/) However, the Kyantol cannot fully concentrate, as he is more focused on the enemy movements themselves.
((Spells left :
Level 0 : Light, Detect Poison, Create Water, Read Magic, Guidance
Level 1 : Blast I, Magic Weapon (Domain) Entangle
Level 2 : Brambles, Deific Vengeance
Level 3 : Blessed Aim (Domain) Cure Serious Wounds
And Nimbus of Light...+1 damage for when I release it. ))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Oct 15, 2005 8:55 pm
*Looking to finish the job he started, Merkass draws 2 more arrows, serpentstongue this time, and quickly fires both arrows in succession, aiming for the same mages he had hit previously. The arrows fly true, embedding even more deeply than the arrows he had just fired. Merkass nods his head as he sees the mages taken aback by the strike. Hopefully his friends would find their task less difficult now.*
((Rapid Shot. Mage on Left, Mage to the South.
1d20 + 11 + 2 - 2 = 14 + 11 = 25.
1d20 + 11 = 14 + 11 = 25.
Damage
1d8 + 5 + 2 = 6 + 7 = 13.
1d8 + 5 + 2 = 7 + 7 = 14.))
*Aurik surveys the current battle field situation. Few of his friends were injured, though Castor seemed to have taken the enemy's volley quite hard. Noting that the minotaur seemed to be quite under defended, Aurik believed he could ward his ally from evil's harm. Aurik soon moved to Castor's side as he yelled out to Amelios.*
: Amelios! Take care of Castor, he isn't holding too well after that last assault. I'll protect him from further harm.
*Removing a small amount of powdered silver of little value from a pouch on his side, Aurik tosses it at Castor, it landing in the area around him as he speaks a few words of holy scripture from the tomes of Volcanon's faith. His hands begin to glow slightly a golden color, and he lays them upon Castor. Evil's influence should have a harder time affecting him now.*
((Protection from Evil on Castor.
+2 Deflection to AC, +2 to saves against any effects made by evil creatures.
No possession by evil
No bodily contact with evil outsiders.
Ward is broken if Cedric interposes himself against an evil creature (via grappling, etc...). Attacking is not counted.
It should also be noted Cedric has 10' reach now from being large.
Spells Remaining:
{0: Detect Magic x2, Light, Purify Food and Drink, Read Magic}
{1: Endure Elements, Protection from Evil, Shield of Faith; D: Endure Elements}
{2: Bull's Strength, Consecrate, D: Heat Metal}
{3: Blindness/Deafness, Blessed Aim, Prayer, D: Searing Light} ))
((Going to figure out something for Rhizor once I sort him out))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Oct 15, 2005 9:17 pm
((I'm not worrying Aldur. The only thing I worry about is the loss of CON which will drop his HP))

Posted by: Aldur Sat Oct 15, 2005 9:23 pm
(( You'll know to make him prone then. =P >.>))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Oct 15, 2005 9:25 pm
((I forgot, ok? Just drop the subject. It is a waste of time to go on about it))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Oct 15, 2005 10:15 pm

QUOTE (Dark Maiden @ Sat Oct 15, 2005 4:17 pm)
((I'm not worrying Aldur. The only thing I worry about is the loss of CON which will drop his HP))

((He's not level 1, so he loses a level, not a point of CON))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Oct 15, 2005 10:22 pm
((Ok, now I'm just confused...))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Oct 15, 2005 10:31 pm
((Ignore what was said. New rule Cent: 1d8 + 1 for pot of CLW))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Oct 15, 2005 10:33 pm
Faralon's shot hits one of the mages as Van rushes forward, his foot catching on a concealed wire that triggers an explosion underneatch him! ((Ref save: 20. Half damage. 6 damage total to Van.)) Merkass's arrows slay their targets with ease, the two mages dropping to the ground.
And I'll finish moving SFCW when Gabe/Castor/Asathel goes or in an hour. Whichever comes first.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Oct 15, 2005 10:35 pm
((Aurik might have noticed that Cedric cast Protection from Evil on himself before leaping from the cliff. I don't believe that it stacks with itself.))

Posted by: Aldur Sat Oct 15, 2005 10:55 pm
(( Sorry Kai. And btw Amelios INt: 8+1=9.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Oct 15, 2005 11:22 pm
((Thanks Kai, I missed that. Going to deal with it now))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Oct 15, 2005 11:43 pm
(It's fine, just didn't want you to waste a turn. Thanks for the thought. )

Posted by: Rusty Sun Oct 16, 2005 1:51 am
((Twitch wants me to take an action for his character instead, so he'll be moving to two spaces above Kyoji, I guess. With a defensive stance or something?? Since I'm pretty sure he can't full move and attack...I could be wrong, mind you.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:19 am
"Damn... so the place has some surprises for us," Ashathel muttered as he moved, his bowstring tighening as he fitted an arrow to it and pulled back. "At the very least, I can drop their healing support so we don't have to drag this on..." And with that the spellcasting swashbuckler let the shaft fly, watching with satisfaction as it impacted hard on what seemed to be a vital spot, barely noticable underneath the dark priest's robes. Staggering for a moment, the evil spellcaster gripped the wound for a moment before collapsing to the ground.
"I'm too good at this..."
((Init: 1d20 + 4 = 11
25' move to the spot next to Castor, if possible; if not, just 10'.
Targeting the dark priest northwest of the Torch Eye south of us...
Attack: 1d20 + 7 = 27 (crit confirmed)
Damage: [1d6 + 3 (Str bonus) + 2 (song)]*3 = 26))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:41 am
((Action: Sleet Storm, targetting somewhere logical. Probably on the bottom floor since things will get icy for a few rounds. Oh, and Isyndel is PRONE or whatever. Obviously I would have done that if I had been here. Isyndel managed to compose herself somewhat, but is eerily silent and unemotional. Too tired to pretty it up further))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 16, 2005 4:45 am
Asathel's arrow not only kills the priest, it causes him to stagger backwards, falling screaming off the edge of the fort's battlements. Isyndel's sleet storm whirls around the bottomost floor, obscuring sight and causing havoc with the mage commander's plans.
Kyoji appears for only a split second before disappearing, lashing out with his blades at the nearest centaur when he sees that his original two targets are dead already.
((Total of 30 damage to Dark Knight1 despite some crappy damage rolls.))
A nearby Dark Knight charges Laika as he descends the staircase, jumping over a rubble-filled section of the roof to slam his lance into the wolfman.
((Jump Check passed. Hit. 31 damage total to Laika.))
A nearby Cult Dwarf carefully walks past the same area, then charges forward at Laika, axe raised high. Luckily the agile warrior is able to dodge the vicious axe, and its nicked edge swings clear of Laika's thigh.
((Miss.))
An orc rushes forward to throw a javelin at Cedric, but the missle clanks off his armor.
((Miss.))
The priest that Zook shot earlier casts another spell to heal his wounds.
((Cure Moderate Wounds cast. 14 HP restored.))
The Drowned Eye soldier responsible for Damas' death sends a stream of bullets that fly around Ryhir, Amelios, Castor, and Asathel. Ryhir and Asathel manage to avoid the bullets, but Castor and Amelios are not so lucky, each being wounded several times.
((21 damage to Amelios and Castor. No damage to Ryhir and Asathel, who saved.))
The archers to the northwest unleash a volley of rapidly shot arrows at the group. Elias is hit twice, two arrows sticking through his wings, and a third arrow finds Amelios, nicking his neck.
((12 damage to Elias. 2 damage to Amelios.))
The Torch Eye there shuffles forward on its four robotic legs, taking careful aim and unleashing a burst of light at the obvious target of Cedric. The powerful laser cuts through the paladin's armor like butter and burns him.
((Touch Attack: Hit. 20 damage to Cedric.))
Another Dark Knight charges at Gabriel, intending to drive his lance deep into the barbarian warrior! However, he rides right by Kyoji, who takes this opportunity to lash out with his sword.
((AoO Hit. 17 damage. Dark Knight dies.))
The blade catches the unlucky centaur across the neck, slicing his head off and causing his corpse to crumple mere feet before reaching Gabriel, momentum carrying it forward.
One of the cultist dwarves, seeing Kyoji visible, gleefully rushes him, slamming his axe into the ninja's side. Kyoji bites back a scream of pain as he glares at the dwarf.
((Hit. 8 damage to Kyoji.))
A javelin soars through the air to drive into Van's chest, painfully.
((Critical Hit! 10 damage to Van.))
The archers on the south platform focus their fire on Cedric, but not a single arrow hits.
((Miss, miss, miss, miss...))
The two Drowned Eye soldiers on the South Platform turn their weapons to the cliff and fire twin bursts at Merkass and Zook. The catfolk archer nimbly evades, but the gnome is not so lucky. A burst catches him almost dead on, perforating his torso with holes.
((Miss. Hit! Burst fire used. Zook takes 25 damage.))
The southern platform's Torch Eye swivels its globe at Brand, and a laser beam neatly slices into the flying soldier.
((Touch attack: Hit. 20 damage to Brand.))
It is at this time that Yeesha peeks over the cliff, completing a spell and sending it crashing into the enemies below. Lightning erupts all around the southern platform incinerating the orc it was centered upon, and cascading outward to unerringly strike all the enemies near it. When the spell ends, the opposing force on the plaform is reduced to a barely functioning Drowned Eye troops, the centaur near Kyoji, the dwarf, and a lone archer.
((Resist Wound: Natural 20. Chain Lightning 65 damage to the orc that it was centered on, 32 damage to everything else down there that wasn't a player character.))
The remaining centaur shakily steps back, jabbing at Kyoji with a fierce blow that manages to rip a hole in the ninja's torso. Kyoji gasps and nearly falls to a knee, but regains his balance at the last moment.
((Hit. 12 damage to Kyoji.))
The rest of the enemies attempt to move through Isyndel's Sleet Storm. Most manage to press on through, but a lone orc seems unable to move, and a dwarf near the edge slips and falls screaming to his death.
((Lots of successes, one failure by 5 points, and one regular failure.))
((Also, dropping Ressurection penalty to 1 Con.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Oct 16, 2005 5:03 am
Zook roars in pain, spitting blood as the bullets riddle his body. Still, wasting no time, Zook returns fire, shouting curses in Gnome at the Drowned Eye. ((Attack that monster what shot me >:[ Attack roll: 19+8+2=29 Damage: 4+5+1+2=12))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 16, 2005 5:14 am

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Oct 16, 2005 7:24 am
Laika grits his teeth and bears the pain as the spear of the foul centaur finds its way through him. But oddly, instead of backing away Laika merly gives a dead stare directly into the centaur's eyes, not backing down. The fire inside of him burning fiercly, ready to destroy anyone and anything that crosses his path.
Laika begins to growl, starting barely audible growing to as loud as one could imagine a growl ever being. He then shook his head, and mocks the centaur not breaking his gaze for a second. "You REALLY shouldn't have done that. And if Volcanon has anything to do with this. there's no Way you're lasting another minute."
Laika then sends his burning hand through the stomach of the centaur ripping out the centaurs stomach, blood squirting everywhere leaving all of it's organs hanging from the vile creature as the blood seeps out onto the stone.
He then turns to the Dwarf next to him and swipes at him in retribution for the attempt at taking out his leg. Quickly by snapping at his face, but was pushed back more than Laika expected and closed his jaw too early. But there was still a significant amount of damage done to the dwarf.
Laika then breifly looked towards the lifelss centaur "And THAT is why you shouldn't have done that!" he then turned his attention back to the dwarf, just waiting for the inevitable returning blow.
((Laika raged so Str +4 = 24(+7), Con +4 = 21(+5), Will +2 = 8, AC -2 = 19
HP 15/46
Attack
Claw1: D20+10+2(music) = 20 + 12 = Confirm 8 + 12 = 20
Claw2: D20+10+2(music) = 12 + 12 = 24
Bite: D20 + 4 + 2 (music) = 2 + 6 = 8
Damage
Claw1: 3d8 + 2d6 + 27 = 5+6+8 + 3+4 + 27 = 45
Claw2: 1d8 + 1d6(fire) + 7 + 2(music) = 1 + 6 + 9 = 16))

Posted by: Century Sun Oct 16, 2005 11:28 am
~Elias plummets to the ground, the constant barrage of missiles and ancient weaponry blasting the birdman out of the sky. Landing in a crumpled heap at the top of the tower, Elias lies down, his wings temporarily useless as they quiver in pain. Reaching for the second of his potions, trembling fingers unstop the flask as he downs the contents. The warm surge returns, but now it feels like warmth from a torch in a blizzard, the healing benefits outweighed by the massive damage~
~Hoping that he would be given a chance to recover as his cmrades swarm forwards, Elias remained on the ground momentarily, catching his breath and wondering if this time he was all but invisible to his enemies~
((
Move to the centre square of the platform, and drops to a prone position.
CLW: +1HP from previous use - thanks Kev ^_^
CLW: 3+1HP ... ugh
HP: 11/33
))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Oct 16, 2005 4:32 pm
((Everyone expect a healing ward useage in this one. 1d8 + 10 = 12 HP are coming back to everyone. Also, Merkass has attack rolls of 18 and 19, so I'm hitting (more for my future reference). I'm screen shotting the window, btw, since I did them at the WotC site (and this is the 3rd pair of awesome rolls it's given).
http://magic19.homestead.com/files/roll.gif ))

Posted by: Aldur Sun Oct 16, 2005 6:19 pm
Amelios heads towards the Paladin, trusting Aurik to take care of Laika. He put his hand on the Paladin, letting the holy light of Mitula heal Cedric's wounds. (6+4+7+8 = 25 hp healed.)) He then grinned, a little stunned by the effectiveness of the Lady Yeesha's spells. he once again tried to hear what the enemy commander was saying, curious to see what he would do now.
(( Listen Check: 9+6 = 15. And +2 damage to Nimbus of Light))

Posted by: Kyosokun Sun Oct 16, 2005 6:35 pm
Ryhir moves down to aid Laika, watching where he steps, after seeing the results of others carelessness. He arrives next to Liaka, and takes a cut at the Dwarf, hoping to avoid any further damage to Laika. ((Attack: 1d20(18) + 12 = 30 Crit Threat
Confirm: 1d20(11) + 12 = 23
DAM (1d8(4) + 5)x2 + 1d6(2) = 20 damage))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Oct 16, 2005 7:01 pm
*If we don't end this battle soon, we're going to be in big trouble...* Kethra thinks to herself as she rushes forward to aid Kyoji. Moving into a position where they can flank the cultist dwarf, she strikes out with a vicious punch. The blow connects, and she can swear she feels cracking.
[Attack: 20 + 6 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 30. Threat
Confirm: 14 + 6 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 24. Critical hit
Damage: 1 + 8 + 4 + 2 (song) = 15]
Kethra should be in the space below Van. Dodge against the dwarf]
((What is with this whacky WOTC dice roller? ))

Posted by: Alpha Sun Oct 16, 2005 7:07 pm
((go http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/welcome and click on the d20 picture under the archives tab and it comes up as a sort of 'online rolling' page))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sun Oct 16, 2005 7:09 pm
((So these lasers ignore the tower shield? If I couldn't throw last turn, I would've had full cover.)) Brand flies southwards, preparing to throw his smokestick, when two things happen simultaneously. First, a bolt of lightning engulfed his enemies, wiping out the cluster the birdman had been manuvering to strike with a lightning bolt. Second, a green bolt shot out of nowhere, striking the birdman in the shoulder and knocking the smokestick out of his hands, where it plummeted to the depths below him.
Bellowing in pain, Brand glanced up and quickly spotted the robotic enemy. With a grim grin, he flew southwards slightly, lining up an undead monstrosity with his torch eye target, then unleashed the power of the orb on the pair.
((Action: Drop smokestick (free action) Move south 15, up or down however much I need to line up the southern torch-eye with the drowned eye ne of him. Use the orb to cast lightning bolt on them.))
Damage: 4+6+6+5+5+3+6+4+4+2 = 45 electricity damage! Reflex save vs 25 for half damage.
Err... would the song boost it up to 47 damage?

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 16, 2005 10:06 pm
((WD: It says that for the shield to count as total cover, you must give up your attacks. Last turn you moved and ignited the smokestick. Move action and standard action respectively. So you did not gain the total cover. Even if you had, the SRD says that the standard tower shield is wooden, which the T.E. could've simply burned through anyway.))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 17, 2005 12:13 am
((If I can hit him, I'm going for the archer over by the Drowned Eyes.)) *Faralon remains focused, firing two arrows at an enemy archer.* ((Rapid Shot... Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 = 26. Hit! Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 = 7.
Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 = 21. Hit!
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 = 11.))
:
"'Fight on, fight on!' yells Faralon! Beware of the traps, and cut through their gaps!"
*Gabriel charges forward and slams his mighty blade into the dwarf that was attacking Kyoji.*
((I don't know how to determine his damage, so you'll have to roll, I guess. A charge/power attack combo if that can be done.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Oct 17, 2005 12:49 am
((Between Kethra and Gabriel, I think that dwarf is really hurting ))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 17, 2005 1:37 am
[Spot: 14 + 2 = 16] Hearing the words of Faralon, Cedric looks over the area where Kyoji and Van had met explosions. Unable to find any source, he frowns. Cedric moves behind Laika and lashes out with his now long arm and weapon, his hammer clashing mightily against the the Dwarf. The thin wisps trailing from his body form around the now pulsating hammer and as it strikes they vanish with a burst of light.
[10 ft Reach]
[Power Attack -4]
[Divine Sacrifice: -10hp, +5d6 damage]
[Smite Evil +5/5]
[Attack Roll: 8 + 12 + 5 + 2 - 4 = 23]
[Damage: 4 + 6 (2d8) + 9 (STR) + 8 (PA) + 5 (SE) + 6 + 6 + 4 + 1 + 3 (DS) + 2 (Song) = 54]
[Intimidate CHA: 2 + 10 = 12]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Oct 17, 2005 2:29 am
"Looks like I spoke too soon," he commented, snapping off a shot at one of the archers south of him. Cursing his luck, he continued down the stairs and closer to his foes. (( 30' move south (straight down six squares) Targeting the Archer directly south of Ashathel...us...
Attack: 1d20 + 7 = 10 (a miss, sadly...)
== Spells ==
0: Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost
1: Lesser Orb of Electricity, Lesser Orb of Electricity
2: Energy Blade, Scorching Ray))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Oct 17, 2005 3:03 am
*The mages downed, Merkass breathed a sigh of relief. His attention turned to other places now, however. As much as he would like to dispatch the undead, he knew his bows would be no use against them currently. Instead, he set his sights on the other ranged assailants, allowing his more melee oriented allies to move more uninhibited and with less danger to themselves. He knew they had more power, but they were at a strategic disadvantage currently. With his help, he knew he could change that. Bracing his bow against the face of the cliff, Merkass drew a serpentstongue arrow, firing at the closest archer, and then looked down the tower where the other mage had been, firing another arrow quickly thereafter at that archer. Both arrows seemed to have made violent impact, and he awaited the results of his damage*
((Rapid shot.
Archer to the left of the group, but not the farthest left
1d20 + 12 - 2 +2 (+2 if undead) = 18 + 12 (+2) = 30 (32)
Archer to the south by the skeleton
1d20 + 12 (+2) = 19 + 12 (+2) = 31 (33).
Damage
1d8 + 7 = 7 + 7 = 14
1d8 + 7 = 7 + 7 = 14.))
*The group seemed to have taken heavy damage all around in the last wave. Wasting no time, Aurik removes his healing wards from their place on his back and hit the bottom into the ground. Healing energies permeated the tower, spreading refreshment and reprieve from the assault to all around*
((Healing ward.
1d8 + 10 = 2 + 10 = 12 hp healed to all))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Mon Oct 17, 2005 3:09 am
Isyndel hovered low, giving herself as much of a line of sight as she could while trying to remain safe. Physically she did not feel particularly well; she was feeling faint, fatigued, and wracked in pain. However, the woman appeared serene; almost at peace with her surroundings as if she were unaware of them.
She spoke and gestured softly, weaving her hands in patterns she had only just discovered, feeling the magic inside and outside of her coagulate into something different and wondrous. The feeling did not excite her at all as it should; it was being done because it must be done.
In a lurch, Isyndel threw her arms forward, bringing ice from nothingness down onto the battlefield.
((Freeze 2 Damage Roll - 5 6 6 3 1 5 = 26 Ice damage in 20ft. radius, spreading (reflex half). If it matters, I have Spell Penetration and Greater Spell Penetration. Target: The archer on the northeast edge of the Sleet Storm on the stairs -- the one in the line of enemies there.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 17, 2005 4:33 am
Zook's bullet impacts the Drowned Eye already teetering from Yeesha's blast, and the round slams through the skeleton's skull, causing it to topple and crumble. Laika finds that he needs both his claws to finish off the centaur, though it does die in a spetacular gout of blood.
Obscured by the howling wind of Isyndel's spell, Amelios can't hear anything.
Kethra finds that she cannot close to attack range, and also that she triggers a tripwire on her way down. An explosion blasts shrapnel into her legs as she runs.
((Moved 40', still out of range, no line to charge. Ref save: failed. 15 damage to Kethra.))
Brand's lightning bolt blasts apart both its Torch Eye target and its Drowned Eye secondary.
((Dead, redead.))
Faralon's arrows kill the archer as Gabriel's charge finishes off the dwarf.
Kyoji strikes out at the knight next to him, but hits only air. The ninja frowns as he vanishes again.
Asathel's arrow flies off into the wild blue yonder.
The Torch Eye and Drowned Eye manage to use the stairs as makeshift cover, but all the rest of Isyndel's targets are hit dead on by the icy blast. Though she can't see it, the mage commander dies, covered in ice.
Having no second target anymore, both of Merkass' arrows bury themselves in the archer's chest.
The healing wards affect everyone but Kethra, Kyoji, Gabriel and Brand.
The Centaur near Kyoji suddenly lashes out with a jab at Gabriel that bites into the half giant.
((Hit. 11 damage to Gabriel.))
The two remaining Torch Eyes fire in unison at Cedric, their potent lasers piercing right through the paladin.
((40 damage total to Cedric.))
One of the Drowned Eye resumes the hail of gunfire on Zook, tearing through the gnome once more. The other fires at Merkass, and bullets find him as well.
((Hit. Burst Fire. 26 damage to Zook. Hit. 37))
The final Drowned Eye steps out from the blizzard around the central platform at fires a burst of gunfire at Aurik.
((Hit. 22 damage to Aurik.))
The orc readies his longspear for attack.
The archers on the north platform direct a hail of arrows towards those on the cliff as well as the line advancing on them. Isyndel is struck by an arrow that sends her into unconsciousness, while another manages to hit Ryhir.
((Hit, Hit, miss, miss, miss, miss, miss, miss. 5 damage to Isyndel and Ryhir.))
The archers to the south unleash another hail of arrows, this time at Brand. Six arrows embed themselves into the birdman's flesh.
((22 damage total to Brand.))
The priests heal the centaur and themselves, but not the cyborg.
((17 HP healed to the Dark Priest affected by Isyndel's spell. 12 to the Dark Knight.))
Next round!!!

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 17, 2005 4:49 am
((Spot check: 1d20 + 2 = 18.)) *Out of the corner of his eye, Faralon sees Isyndel fall to the ground. Faralon stops singing, immediately moving to Isyndel and casting Cure Light Wounds upon her, realizing that she hasn't died.* : "Grant this elf the energy to fight!"
((1d8 + 5 = 12 HP restored to Isyndel.
To anyone who could still hear the song: it'll wear off in 5 rounds.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Oct 17, 2005 5:05 am
Zook blacks out for an instant as he takes fire. His eyesight returns awash with a red haze. Sputtering, he attempts to drag himself along the cliff away from the edge, away from danger. He struggles for a moment, managing to get out of the line of sight of the Drowned Eye, and finally collapsing, rifle at his side, on the unyielding stone. It is at this point he sees Damas, his familiar still struggling to awaken him, the sorceror visibly dead.
Zook cannot stifle a scream as he slips into unconsciousness.

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 17, 2005 5:10 am
*Gabriel strikes the centaur that attacked him with a fierce swing of his blade.* ((Power Attack on the centaur.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Mon Oct 17, 2005 5:16 am
(Move Van to 2 spaces above the archer gun on the stairs south of Van.)

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Oct 17, 2005 6:00 am
The birdman feels the arrows enter his flesh and rocks with their impact, struggling to retain conciousness. With blackness looming on the edge of his vision, and a frightening weakness growing in his arms, he jerked the cap off of his healing salve, and slathered the contents around the arrows embeded in his chest. Feeling a soothing numbness spreading from the wounds, he flew over towards his allies, trying to snap off the shafts before they could interfere with any further actions.
Action: Use potion of cure mod wounds. I'll post the rolls in the morning. Note that this is an action, but not an attack, so I can still use full cover from my shield. Fly north/northwest to land on parapet, near Castor.

Posted by: Nightmare Mon Oct 17, 2005 6:22 am
Not stopping for a second once His allies dispatch of the dwarf, Laika moves forwards wanting nothing more than to end the life of the orc in front of him. ((Attack Claw1: D20+10+2(music) = 13 + 12 = 25 Claw2: D20+10+2(music) = 14 + 12 = 26 Damage
Claw1: 1d8 + 1d6(fire) + 7 + 2(music) = 2 + 2 + 9 = 13
Claw2: 1d8 + 1d6(fire) + 7 + 2(music) = 6 + 5 + 9 = 20))

Posted by: Century Mon Oct 17, 2005 8:42 am
(( I know standing up from prone is a move action, but exactly what does that mean? Does that mean I won't be able to move the turn I stand up in? ))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Oct 17, 2005 4:25 pm
((Yes, it does)) Kethra grunts in pain when she sets off the trip wire, trying to ignore the damage that the shrapnel had caused to her legs. Despite her pain she continues forward to help her allies. Though she sees the archers right there, she remembers what happened the last time she went after them alone, so she decides against it. Setting her sights on the centaur instead, she lashes out with a powerful punch.
[Attack: 10 + 6 + 2 (song) + 2 (If she can flank it) = 18 (20)
Damage: 2 + 2 + 2 (song) = 6 (If it hit, which I doubt ;_;)
Dodge to the centaur]

Posted by: Century Mon Oct 17, 2005 5:52 pm
(( In that case...: )) ~Elias hauls himself up, reinvigorated by magical powers from afar that bound bloody wounds together once more. Remaining low - and, hopefully, out of sight and mind from the closest of his foes - Elias prepares himself to attack~
(( HP+ 12: 23/33 ))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Oct 17, 2005 6:45 pm
((If need be, you can replace a standard action with a move action, so you can stand and move, but not attack))

Posted by: Aldur Mon Oct 17, 2005 9:24 pm
Amelios once again lays his hands on the Paladin, noting how the enemy seem to favour him, perhaps because of his long reach. He sends out the healing Light of Mitula once again. (( 8+6+6+8 = 28hp restored. CSW. Dropped Divine Aim. Or whatever that was called. I can't check at the mo. >_> Btw, everyone on the Cliff. Just make Yeesha Work. >_>
Also +3 to Nimbus of Light...If I get to use it. ¬_¬))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Mon Oct 17, 2005 9:57 pm
Thrown to the ground again, Isyndel feels her consciousness beginning to slip away from her before a surge of energy takes over. She nods to Faralon, returning to her prone position before surging magic through her body again. Nothing is seen, but something is certainly felt as a sort of force aura surrounds her.
((Summary: Move Action to return to prone position, then casts Mage Armor.
Current HP = 8/28
0 - Daze, Detect Magic, Resistance, Disrupt Undead
1 - Ray of Enfeeblement, Magic Missile x 2, Mage Armor
2 - Acid Arrow, Scorching Ray x 2, Web
3 - Dispel Magic, Freeze 2, Sleet Storm
Used - Mage Armor, Freeze 2, Sleep Storm))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 18, 2005 12:44 am
((Action waiting on seeing if healing ward is activated once more this round.)) Meanwhile...deep in their hidden dark fortress, the strife lords gather for a council. Shailtor http://www.walkthroughlife.com/midis/oldies/roberta-killing.mid and begins lamenting to the others.
Crushing my minions with his hammer
Ending their unlife with his turns
Smashing their heads in with his hammer
Smashing their heads in with his hammer
Ending their unlife with his turns
Wielding Divine Might through the Goddess
I heard he wielded divine power
I heard he had full plate
And so I send minions and laughed for a while
And there he was this holy man
Soon to be dead in my eyes
Crushing my minions with his hammer
Ending their unlife with his turns
Smashing their heads in with his hammer
Smashing their heads in with his hammer
Ending their unlife with his turns
Wielding Divine Might through the Goddess
I sent undead cyborgs
Necromancers by the ton
Ancient robots with scary laser beam eyes
I thought that would finish him
But he just kept right on
Crushing my minions with his hammer
Ending their unlife with his turns
Smashing their heads in with his hammer
Smashing their heads in with his hammer
Ending their unlife with his turns
Wielding Divine Might through the Goddess
He wielded divine power
Ended all my dark despair
And then he smote my generals with his hammer
And he just kept on smiting
Smiting clear and strong
Causing me pain with his presence
Giving me migraines with his friends
Causing me pain with his presence
Causing me pain with his presence
Giving me migraines with his friends
Crushing my head from a distance...
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww....

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Oct 18, 2005 2:22 am
((Aurik: Move in front of Castor, Healing ward for 12. If I don't get a chance at a decent post, Merkass backs 5' back from the edge of the cliff, effectively giving him total cover. Rhizor is casting cloudburst. I'm going to add it to the map))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 18, 2005 5:46 am
Cedric moves forward through the tight space and past his allies. He then lashes out with his hammer at the Orc. [10 ft Reach] [Power Attack -4] [Attack Roll: 1...] [Confirm: 3 + 12 - 4 = 11...crap]
((Magical weapon, Locked Gauntlet.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Oct 18, 2005 6:56 am
Gabriel moves forward and lops off the centaur's head with ease. ((Critical Hit! 35 damage to Centaur! It's deader than dead is dead. Gabriel gains back 5 HP! (It was all it had left.)) In his rush to reach the orc, Laika feels his foot catch on something, and he barely manages to jump to the side to avoid the worst of a blast of shrapnel. The orc is also ready for him, but fails to strike the fast wolfman.
((Ref save made. Half damage, so 7 damage to Laika. Orc uses readied action and misses.))
Laika then closes to the orc and proceeds to maul it nearly to death.
((Orc still standing, but obviously almost dead.))
Kethra rushes forward to punch the archer in the face as Van reaches over her and trips the archer with his guisarme. The sniper waves his arms as he falls back, tumbling down the stairs to narrowly halt before being pitched over the tower's edge.
((5 damage from the stairs, 6 from Kethra on the archer.))
Unseen by all, Kyoji rushes towards his opponents at the bottom of the stairs, jumping off the edge of the wall as his masters taught him...
((Natural 1. Confirming... 20. Not a critical failure. Tumble check: 8. Fail. Move silently: 29, success.))
But lady Fate punches the ninja in the face, as Kyoji fails to land on his feet, then hits the ground hard before getting up. Distracted by everything else, the archers he landed in the middle of don't notice the invisible ninja crashing next to them.
As the archers prepare to shoot, one from the prone position, the one that fell comically nearly destroys his own bow, but manages to fix the error in time. The other two manage to strike Van.
((Nearly critical miss. Hit! Hit! 4 damage to Van.))
Kyoji lashes out at one of the archers, wounding him lightly and appearing, suddenly. The centaur next to him lashes out with his hooves, but stumbles and leaves himself open for a counterattack, which Kyoji takes, stabbing the horseman in the underbelly. ((Kyoji AoO on Archer2: Hit! 17 damage! Centaur: Critical Miss! Kyoji: Hit! 7 damage.))
By Laika, the orc takes a step back and jabs at the wolfman, but misses, as does the centaur that charges him.
Yeesha cringes in pain as her wound acts up, but manages to through a fireball spell into the area just in front of Laika.
((29 damage to the two Torch Eyes, the Orc, and the Dark Knight. Orc made his save, but is killed anyway cause he was almost dead. TorchEye1, and Orc die. The others barely hang on.))
The Torch Eye is reduced to a pile of slag, and the orc is set on fire, blinded as his eyes melt. The pigman runs screaming off the edge of the tower, dead before he even hits the ground. The other Torch Eye is partially melted in places, but manages to hold together, while the Dark Knight that charged Laika, seems ready to collapse.
The remaining Torch Eye fires its beam at Cedric again, cutting through the warrior's defenses and armor.
((Touch attack: Hit! 20 damage to Cedric.))
Two of the archers to the north fire doubleshots at Amelios, one of the arrows thudding into his chest, dead center. ((Hit, Miss, Hit, Critical Hit! 23 total damage to Amelios.))
The remaining archers attempt to fire, but find their aim confouded by the pouring rain from Rhizor's spell.
The Drowned Eye focus their fire on the huge paladin coming towards them, minigun bursts tearing through the air. But the rain combined with the layers of protection around Cedric cause two of the three bursts to miss. The third however, slams into him in a spray of red pain.
((22 damage to Cedric.))
One dark priest moves to heal a badly wounded archer, while the other heals the cyborg. The undead cyborg, anyway.
Next turn!
Map note: The orc at the north is dead, I forgot to edit him out.

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Oct 18, 2005 7:31 am
Laika ignoring the wounds from the shrapnel manages to returns a few strikes on the second centaur that decided that charging him would be a good idea. ((Attack Claw1: D20+10+2(music) = 15 + 12 = 27 Claw2: D20+10+2(music) = 3 + 12 = 15 Bite: D20 + 4 + 2 (music) = 18 + 6 = 25
Damage
Claw1: 1d8 + 1d6(fire) + 7 + 2(music) = 2 + 5 + 9 = 16
Bite: 1d6 + 4 + 2(music) = 5 + 6 = 11
Rage lasts for 6 more turns
If the centaur's finished off from the first strike, then Laika will move west 5' and bite at the thing that I'm not sure what it is to the NE of him.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Tue Oct 18, 2005 7:51 am
(Moved 3 spaces south, targeting the nearest archer. Rolled a 12 to trip... HIT! Rolled STR check of 18.... 26 total... SUCCESS!) In spite of all the chaos and pain of the recent battles, Van couldn't help but smile a little at the humerous way that archer had rolled down the stairs. Or at least he smiled until a pair of arrows nicked his arm. As a rather pissed off expression came to life on his face, Van marched down the stairs towards the archers with his weapon gripped tightly in his hands. When he was close enough, he again went to trip an archer. This attempt at tripping was the exact opposite of the last, lacking in finesse and skill, but Van put everything he had into the effort as his injured arm sent waves of pain to his brain. The archer not only lost his balance as Van's guisarme knocked his one leg from out under him, but also stumbled over his prone comrade and fell off the side of the tower. The archer screamed in terror as he fell, and Van couldn't help but think that if the Archer had wanted to avoid a fall that he should have stayed AWAY from the edge.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Oct 18, 2005 7:59 am
((Let it be noted that due to errors, I should be eighteen squares south of where I am on the map now at the end of my turn.)) "Oh dear... seems we're beating them soundly today, aren't we?" Ashathel smirked, watching with satisfaction as foe after foe fell. Snapping off a shot at the archer next to the ninja, the swashbuckler couldn't help but burst into song.
"Bang! Bang!
Cedric's mighty hammer
Came down
Upon their heads!
Bang! Bang!
Cedric's mighty hammer
Made sure
That they were dead!"
(( Like I said, I should be a total of eighteen squares south of my position at the end of this move. Targeting the archer to the south of Kyoji...
Attack: 1d20 + 7 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 3 (Str bonus) + 2 (song) = 10
Sing: 1d20 + 3 = 22 <3))

Posted by: Century Tue Oct 18, 2005 8:53 am
~Elias swoops to the south west, soaring towards the Torch-Eye with a vengeful glint in his own eyes. Nearing the machine, he lets blast with a trio of fiery missiles~ (( SW 4 squares Magic Missile at the Torch Eye: 4+1 + 2+1 + 1+1 = 10! I'll post remaining spells later as I have no time ))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Oct 18, 2005 2:13 pm
(( not sure if this works but... Casting Nimbus of light on the Torch eye. 8+3 = 11. mmm Maximum damage. I assumed. And it's a ranged touch attack. I'm not sure if I have any mods for this to hit but I rolled a 16. )) "You shall be purged from this land vile emissaries of the Darkness!"
The Light that surrounded the Cleric Focused into his arm, shimmering brightly and he raised his hand high in the air, the light a shining beacon. He then flung it with all his might at the Torch eye that had been hit but was still functional.
"GET A LOAD OF THIS!"
(( If he can do something defensive after that so he's less chance of being hit...But the Nimbus cost him move and standard action...
Also if he can't reach the eye...then he heals himself. 2+5+8= 15 hp restored. CMW. Discarding Brambles to cast it. ))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 18, 2005 2:48 pm

QUOTE (Arcdragnbreth @ Tue Oct 18, 2005 2:59 am)
"Bang! Bang! Cedric's mighty hammer Came down Upon their heads! Bang! Bang!
Cedric's mighty hammer
Made sure
That they were dead!"

((Someone give this man a medal.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Oct 18, 2005 3:38 pm
((Map editted and cleaned up. Overview of this turn, since I know I'm going to be busy all day and tomorrow in the least. Aurik drops blessed aim for a CSW on Cedric. 3d8 + 7 = 8 + 2 + 6 + 7 = 23 HP healed. Healing kicker (Sanctuary) used. Aurik is protected as the spell Sanctuary for 1 round. If Cedric attacks, he breaks the sanctuary. If anything attacks him before his initiative round, however, it must succeed at a DC 19 Will save or lose its action.
Merkass pops back out and fires at the centaur by Kyoji.
Rapid Shot
1d20 + 11 = 18 + 11 =29
1d20 + 11 = 3 + 11 = 14
1d8 + 7 = 8 + 7 = 15 damage.
Rhizor is casting Call Lightning and aiming for the Drowned Eye on the stairs below the priest.
3d10 = 6 + 7 + 9 = 22 Electricity Damage
http://magic19.homestead.com/files/roll2.gif ))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Oct 18, 2005 4:05 pm
Kethra moves down the steps and to the prone archer near the edge of the tower. Not wanting to risk falling to her death she stays as far away from the edge as she is able. Having a desire to quickly end this fight and check on those that had been left on the cliff, she kicks the archer hard.
[Attack: 9 + 6 + 2 (song) = 17. Should be a hit since the archer is prone
Damage: 7 + 2 + 2 (music) = 11]
Dodge to the archer still standing. Kethra is in the space north east of the prone archer]

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 18, 2005 6:16 pm
Cedric smiles as he feels the protection of Volcanon flow over him. He holds his hammer before him and chuckles at the song of Ashathel, "If only I were so strong..." He closes his eyes and whispers a prayer, "Mitula, great goddess renew thy protection over me. Give me the strength to take the attacks of the wicked so that the good might be spared"
The Paladin then moves forward a short distance.
[Divine Shield: +5 AC, 3 Rounds]
[Move Forward 10 ft]

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Oct 18, 2005 9:33 pm
((I think she's in range for Magic Missile after doing the math. If not, please change it to Acid Arrow instead and roll - I know that has enough range to make it.)) The enemies were getting thinner in numbers. Isyndel heaved three pulses of energy towards one of the Torch Eyes hoping to cut down another foe. (99Target - Torch Eye near Cedric unless this one is removed, in which case feel free to direct the spell elsewhere.
Damage Rolls - 2+1 2+1 4+1 = 11
Current HP = 8/28
0 - Daze, Detect Magic, Resistance, Disrupt Undead
1 - Ray of Enfeeblement, Magic Missile x 2, Mage Armor
2 - Acid Arrow, Scorching Ray x 2, Web
3 - Dispel Magic, Freeze 2, Sleet Storm
Used - Magic Missile, Mage Armor, Freeze 2, Sleet Storm))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Oct 19, 2005 12:20 am
*Cedric wanted us to capture one? Hmm... Faralon aims for one of the priests (if any are standing), using his Blunt Arrows - two of them. He then drops to the ground.* ((Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 = 20. Hit? Damage: (Subdual?) 2 + 1 + 2 = 5.
Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 = 17. Hit?
Damage: (Subdual?) 7 + 1 + 2 = 10.
Dropping prone after. If no priests are alive, shoot something with my regular arrows. Preferrably not undead or robots. And send Gabe to hit anything he can - anything that's not a friend, of course. ))

Posted by: Kyosokun Wed Oct 19, 2005 1:13 am
Ryhir shakes off the fog of battle, having stopped for a moment as his companions rushed ahead. He moves swifty to where he'll do some good, and attacks! ((I'll hit up the centaur if it still standing on my turn, if not, move to the Torch Eye. If it also has fallen, the archer, and so forth and so on. 40' of movement should get me where I need.
Attack: 1d20(8) + 12 = 19
DAM: 1d8(6) + 5 + 1d6(3)(if applicable)
Dodge to whatever attack))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Oct 19, 2005 1:17 am
Two explosive traps that the huge paladin triggered with his charge now detonate, pumping the knight full of metal shards. ((Ref save Failed, Ref save made. Total of 16 damage to Cedric.)) Laika tears the centaur apart, as Van inadvertantly causes the death of the archer he tripped up.
Asathel's arrow slams into the archer south of Kyoji just as Elias' magic missles slam into the Torch Eye's power plant and causes it to overload and detonate.
The Eye destroyed, Amelios heals himself.
Merkass shoots an arrow into the centaur near Kyoji, wounding the evil knight.
Rhizor's lightning causes several of the devices on the Drowned Eye to sizzle and pop, their electronics fried. But the undead being itself still stands, albeit charred.
Kethra kicks the archer while he's down.
Isyndel's spell slams into the Drowned Eye damaged by the lightning, bringing the creature to its knees.
Faralon's arrows find targets in the wounded priest, but fail to knock him out.
Gabriel and Castor move up.
Enemy actions forthcoming and map.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Oct 19, 2005 1:33 am
Sorry for the delay in posting. Brand takes a moment to bind his wounds (casting cure light wounds without realizing it), then flies west 30', up 10'. Potion of cure moderate wounds from earlier: 3 + 4 = 7 hp healed. Cast cure light wounds on self: 3 + 2 (caster level) = 5 hp healed.
No spells remain.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Oct 19, 2005 1:57 am
Kyoji bursts from invisibility to strike at the archer south of him. His ninja-to misses, but his magical short blade drives through the marksman's heart, killing him instantly.)) ((Miss, hit. 25 damage.)) The Dark Knight to the south reaches over Gabriel with his lance to wound Kethra.
((Hit. 12 damage to Kethra.))
The prone archer gets to his feet and draws a short sword, taking a hit from Kyoji as he does so.
((AoO invoked. Kyoji and Kethra attack! Hit, miss. 8 damage to the archer.))
The archer Ryhir is attacking drops his bow and draws his short sword.
Another archer moves back and swiftly fires a pair of shots into Ryhir, the arrows hitting home despite the rain.
((Hit, hit! 13 total damage to Ryhir!))
The Drowned Eye open fire again, but again the rain hampers their aim. Two of the three bursts miss, but a third slams into Aurik.
((Natural 20. Confirming crit... Regular hit. 41 points of damage to Aurik.))
The remaining archers fire on the birdman, each firing two shots, each hitting with one.
((Miss, miss, hit, hit. 7 damage to Elias. 6 damage to Brand.))
The remaining two Dark Priests heal the archer, then the wounded priest.
Next turn!

Posted by: Rusty Wed Oct 19, 2005 2:26 am
((Let's try this again. Blunt arrows on Mr. Priest. Rapid Shot. Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 = 25. Hit. Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 = 7. Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 = 28. Confirming crit... Natural 1.
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 = 5.))
*Faralon again fires arrows at the priest, now dropping to a prone position while on the cliff.*
((Dropping prone and firing two more blunt arrows. Have Gabe Power Attack that Dark Knight.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Oct 19, 2005 3:27 am
(Move down one space. Power Attack 5 on the remaining archer near Van. Hit=13(d20)+5(BAB)+1(Masterwork)+3(STR)+2(bard)-PowerAttack5=19 Damage= 4+2(2d4)+4(STR1.5)+2(bard)+10(Power Attack)=22)

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Oct 19, 2005 4:38 am
Kethra winces when the lance jabs into her side, but knowing there is not much she can do for her own wounds the monk continues to fight. Seeing the knight as a threat, she moves up around behind it and strikes, but hits only air. "Damn," she mutters.
[Attack: 7 + 5 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 16. Miss
Kethra in behind the Knight now. Dodge to the orc]

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Oct 19, 2005 7:09 am
Laika moves next to the right of the northern most archer while keeping an eye out for anymore traps or piles of rubble similar to the one hiding the previous trap he had tripped. He then attacks assuming he doesn't see anything suspicious. ((Spot check: 9 + 8 = 17
Attack
D20+10+2(music) = 2 + 12 = 14 (15 if Aurik's prayer is cast before the attack)
Damage
1d8 + 1d6(fire) + 7 + 2(music) = 2 + 1 + 9 = 12 (13 if Aurik's prayer is cast before the attack))

Posted by: Aldur Wed Oct 19, 2005 7:35 am
Amelios hurries towards his fallen comrade. He frowns at the extent of the wounds and nods, holding up the staff he was given. He prays for a moment before touching the fallen cleric with it, all his wounds healing miraculously. ((Staff of life used on Aurik. +4 damage to nimbus of light. 38 charges remaining))

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Oct 19, 2005 5:51 pm
*Merkass, taking no more risks, realizes he is in no position to be of any more aid to the group, as any enemy he can deal reasonable damage to has been dispatched, and the centaur he had fired upon previously was on its last legs, and would be finished shortly. However, if he could free the group to the South to do something else, so be it. Drawing one serpentstongue arrow, Merkass takes aim and fires away, the arrow flying at its mark quickly, though Merkass doesn't stay to see what happens. After he fires the arrow, he rolls back behind the safety of the cliff, the wounds in his body still fresh and aching. Letting out a heavy breath, Merkass lays on the ground recovering.*
((Attack Centaur again. No RS
1d20 + 13 = 10 + 13 = 23
Damage
1d8 + 7 = 4 + 7 = 11.))
~~~
*The bullets riddled Aurik's body suddenly. He had never felt such a tremendous amount of pain at once, but it was transitory. Aurik dropped do his knees, an astonished expression painting his face, eyes wide and mouth agape, and he fell forward shortly thereafter. He hadn't understood how it had happened so fast, as not long before he was relatively unscathed, and now he lay on the ground, blood pouring from his body. It was not to last long, as he soon felt invigorated again and he awoke from a brief period of unconsciousness to a staff in his back and his wounds healed. Looking up again, he saw Amelios.*
: *coughing away some dust and lingering pain* The wonders of the world... I aid a servant of Mitula, and in turn one aids me. Take cover, Amelios, if they shot me down, you may be next!
*Wasting no time getting up, Aurik begins chanting a mantra from his training as a priest of Volcanon while still on the ground. The area seems to take a heavenly glow, though shedding no bright, astonishingly. Suddenly, his allies feel a fire inside them urging them forward and as though they could finish this with no difficulty as Aurik finishes his prayer*
((Prayer cast. +1 to attack/damage (luck, so it stacks), saves, and checks for allies. -1 to the same for enemies.
{0: Detect Magic x2, Light, Purify Food and Drink, Read Magic}
{1: Endure Elements, Protection from Evil, Shield of Faith; D: Endure Elements}
{2: Bull's Strength, Consecrate, D: Heat Metal}
{3: Blindness/Deafness, D: Searing Light}))
~~~
*Lightning crackles through the sky as Rhizor concentrates on the battle. The area by the drowned eye becomes conductive again, and a powerful thunderclap accompanies a bright burst of lightning from the sky, striking the cybernetic skeleton, causing parts to explode everywhere, as it collapses, mumbling.*
((Call Lightning bolt 2
3d10 = 10 + 9 + 6 = 25 damage. It's toast))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Oct 19, 2005 8:52 pm
[Jump: 5 + 7 - 7 = 5] Cedric jumps forward a few feet, the moves towards the nearby archer and lashes out with his hammer cautiously. [Combat Expertise +5 AC] [Attack Roll: 19 + 12 + 2 - 5 + 1 = 29] [Damage: 7 + 2 + 9 + 2 + 1 = 21]

Posted by: Rusty Wed Oct 19, 2005 9:28 pm
((You didn't forget Prayer, did ye?))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Oct 20, 2005 12:16 am
The swashbuckler moved closer to the area which had been battered by spell after spell, targeting the lone Orc still standing in the midst of it all. (( Moving down four squares, and to the left two. Targeting the Orc in the middle of a lot of bad weather and generally being pwned...
Attack: 1d20 + 4 (BAB) + 4 (DEX) + 2 (song) + 1(prayer) = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 3 (Str bonus) + 2 (song) + 1 (prayer) = 8[if it hits at all, which I doubt it will]))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Oct 20, 2005 1:17 am
((I'm controlling Castor until further notice.)) Castor's snout steams in the artificial rain as he sizes up the Drowned Eye at the far end of the tower. His hooves dig for purchase as he hunches down. The next instant he bolts from where he stood, small scores left in the stone and he barrels, head lowered, into the Drowned Eye. With a sickening crunch, Castor makes contact, the skeleton flying off the edge of the tower and into misty oblivion.
((Bull Rush at the topmost Drowned Eye. Success, resulting in it falling off the tower. ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Oct 20, 2005 2:40 am
Rusty's arrows clonk the priest pretty darn good. Rusty then hands the bow back to Faralon and various in a spray of Other... Kidding. Faralon's arrows clonk the priest, but fail again to knock him out. Van's brutal attack rips through the archer and it's simply too much for him. He collapses and exhales his dying breath.
Cedric's hammer smashes into the side of the archer, breaking more than a few ribs as Castor pushes one of the skeletons off the roof.
Merkass' arrow strikes the centaur, wounding it even worse and opening it for a strike by Gabriel and Kyoji. Even with these attacks, it takes a spell from Yeesha in the form of five tiny bolts of electricity that home in on the creature to finally kill it.
The archers not in melee fire to no effect as the others draw shortswords. The ones that already had their swords out jab ineffectually.
((Miss, miss, miss, miss, miss... I AM... The Luck Anomaly!))
A Drowned Eye burst goes flying over Amelio's head.
The two Dark Priests curse at their comrades inability to hit anything. One curses the group, shouting, "Just as these bloody miscreants are blind when it comes to weapons so shall you be when it comes to all things! I call upon the Eternal Darkness to smother and devour your sight!!!"
((Blindness cast on Aurik and Amelios. Aurik saves. Amelios doesn't.))
Aurik feels the power of Volcanon with him and overcomes the spell with effort. Amelios, on the other hand, is not so lucky. His sight fades from his mind, and it suddenly hits him...
His mother was right.
Hairy palms was first... and now blindness!!
((Kidding on the second part, but Amelios is indeed blinded. Permanently until dispelled. Effects: The character cannot see. He takes a -2 penalty to Armor Class, loses his Dexterity bonus to AC (if any), moves at half speed, and takes a -4 penalty on Search checks and on most Strength- and Dexterity-based skill checks. All checks and activities that rely on vision (such as reading and Spot checks) automatically fail. All opponents are considered to have total concealment (50% miss chance) to the blinded character. Characters who remain blinded for a long time grow accustomed to these drawbacks and can overcome some of them.))
Meanwhile, the lone orc in the center of the sleet storm grumbles as he finally regains his balance and trudges onward through the sleet and... and rain, too? He didn't sign on for this s***, all he wanted was five squares and a slave or two to...
The orc finally emerges from both storms right next to Kyoji and the rest of the southern platform group. The orc sighs.
"Kalash barrab heggin onim g'lunk."
*Translated from orcish: "This just isn't my day."
((No more maps for this battle. I don't think they're needed.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Oct 20, 2005 2:57 am
"I don't know about you," Ashathel whispers to his familiar, "But I don't think this is that orc's lucky day..." As if to prove his point, he plucked another arrow from his quiver, drew back, and let the shafy speed through the air towards his natural enemy.
((
Attack: 1d20 + 4 (BAB) + 4 (DEX) + 2 (song) + 1(prayer) = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 3 (Str bonus) + 2 (song) + 1 (prayer) = 8
== Spells ==
0: Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost
1: Lesser Orb of Electricity, Lesser Orb of Electricity
2: Energy Blade, Scorching Ray))

Posted by: Rusty Thu Oct 20, 2005 2:57 am
((More blunt arrows. More Rapid Shot. More failure. Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 = 25. Hit. Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 = 5. Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 = 18. Hit. Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 = 4.))
*Faralon shoots two more blunt arrows at the priest, hoping to knock him down this time.*
((Gabe goes and attacks...well, whatever enemies is near him.
Roll to hit natural 12. I'm not sure what his bonuses are, but I'm willing to bet he hit.
Damage: 2d8?? = 6 + 2, plus whatever bonuses he gets.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Oct 20, 2005 3:00 am
Castor distinctly recalls feeling a breeze brush his back as the infernal cultist tried to strike him while he charged. Grinning slyly, Castor whirls around to return the favor. ((Attack nearest priest. Attack roll: 4 + 10 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 20 Damage roll: 2 + 10 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 16 damage))

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Oct 20, 2005 3:51 am
Laika continues his attempt to destroy the archer next to him, aiming for any sort of flamable material in hopes of catching him on fire. ((Attack Claw1: D20+10+2(music) + 1 (prayer) = 1 + 13 = Critical Miss! Confirm 19 +13 = 32 (I'll assume that's a no)
Claw2: D20+10+2(music) + 1 (prayer) = 8 + 13 = 21
Bite: D20 + 4 + 2 (music) + 1 (prayer) = 4 + 7 = 11
Damage
Claw1: 1d8 + 1d6(fire) + 7 + 2(music) + 1 (prayer) = 1 + 6 + 10 = 17
AIM hates me))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Oct 20, 2005 4:30 am
Kethra moves to the orc while it seems to have its attention on Kyoji and lays intro it with a kick. Her follow up chop fails to connect though. ((Attack 1: 16 + 5 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 25. Hit Damage: 5 + 2 + 2 (song) = 9 Attack 2: 5 + 5 + 2 (song) + 2 (flank) = 14. Miss
Dodge to the orc))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 20, 2005 5:20 am
[Sense Motive: 9 + 11 = 20] Cedric pauses for a brief moment, looking into the fanatical eyes of the archer before him. The Paladin frowns, his eyes darting around the battlefield quickly. [Detect Evil] His attention returning to the archer before him, Cedric draws back his hammer.
"There is no repentance for those who do not seek it."
Righteous wrath flares in his eyes, "Join the darkness you serve so." Then he brings down the mighty hammer upon the wounded archer.
[Combat Expertise +5 AC]
[Attack Roll: 18 + 12 + 2 + 1 - 5 = 28]
[Damage Roll: 8 + 2 + 9 + 2 + 1 = 22]
The blow knocks the archer clean off the edge of the wall. The body drops to the second floor, then rolls off that edge beyond Cedric's sight. The Paladin then starts forward, moving towards the remaining villains cooly, his eyes centered on the dark priest.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Oct 20, 2005 5:44 am
The last Drowned Eye fires on Castor, dealing tremendous amounts of damage to the minotaur. ((Hit. 37 damage to Castor.)) Castor manages to wound Faralon's targeted priest long enough for him to go unconscious, though. Laika wounds his opponent near death.
The enemy attacks and casts spells that have no effect.
Kyoji kills the orc, having already been weakened from Asathel and Kethra's strikes.
Van and Gabe, however, completely miss.
And somewhere, Derrik counts his money and laughs gleefully.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Oct 20, 2005 5:52 am
Castors swings his axe with a grunt of exertion into the last priest standing. ((20 damage.))

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Oct 20, 2005 5:58 am
"I've had enough of you!" Laika exclaimed as he shreded through the archer. ((Attack Claw1: D20+10+2(music) + 1 (prayer) = 19 + 13 = hit Claw2: D20+10+2(music) + 1 (prayer) = 12 + 13 = hit Bite: D20 + 4 + 2 (music) + 1 (prayer) = 14 + 7 = hit
Damage
Claw1: 1d8 + 1d6(fire) + 7 + 2(music) + 1 (prayer) = 1 + 2 + 10 = 13
Claw1: 1d8 + 1d6(fire) + 7 + 2(music) + 1 (prayer) = 8 + 3 + 10 = 21
Bite: 1d6 + 4 + 2(music) +1 (prayer) = 1 + 6 = 7))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:17 am
"Bah... some people just don't know how to die, eh? Let's make this quick, if we can..." Eager to finish the battle, the swashbuckler again loosed an arrow at one of the remaining foes. (( Attack: 1d20 + 4 (BAB) + 4 (DEX) + 2 (song) + 1(prayer) = 30 (One more, or expanded crit range...)
Damage: 1d6 + 3 (Str bonus) + 2 (song) + 1 (prayer) = 11 damage to something. Pick your own damn target, you rat bastard.
== Spells ==
0: Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost
1: Lesser Orb of Electricity, Lesser Orb of Electricity
2: Energy Blade, Scorching Ray))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:24 am
[Melee Touch Attack 11 + 10 + 2 + 1 = 25] [Grapple 19 + 15 = 34] Cedric glares at the drowned eye foully as he strides forward. As he nears the undead, his hand reaches out and wraps around its foul neck. Tightening his grip, the Paladin lifts it from the ground and holds it there for a moment, meeting its emotionless gaze wrathfully.
"Mockery...return to the abyss from whence you came!" Whirling to the side, the Paladin lets out a mighty yell as he throws the drowned eye over the cliff's edge.
[STR 14 + 6 = 20]
Seconds before the drowned eye disappears from sight on its descent back to hell, it fires a final shot at the Paladin. A small, spherical objects rolls up against his boot. As Cedric glances down at it, his eyes still filled with strong emotion, it explodes.
[Reflex 12 + 6 = 18]
Through divine grace, Cedric somehow manages to avoid the greater part of blast and keep to his feet. Stumbling back, he breaths heavily with a fell look on his face, "Noble attempt, hell spawn."

Posted by: Rusty Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:29 am
((Attacking whatever's left with two arrows. Rapid Shot, of course. Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 = 16. If that hits... Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 = 8. Roll to hit...1d20 + 8 - 2 + 2 = 18. If that hits... Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 2 = 9.))
*Faralon switches back to regular arrows and fires them at the enemy. I hope this is all of them...*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:43 am
The battle is shortly ended after the final undead's defeat, the group gaining a prisoner in the unconscious priest. Victory! Everyone gains 2,355 XP! Among the dead bodies, those who search find a bloodstone, a topaz, and a pearl worth 400 gold coins total. They also find a single bottle of what appears to be wine that radiates magic.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:53 am
[Spot 11 + 2 = 13] Cedric looks at the now empty battlefield wearily, then he looks to his comrades. After a moment, he gestures to Kyoji and once he gains the ninja's attention, to the door leading into the fortress. He looks to Laika and Ryhir, "Stand guard by the entrance into the fortress, we do not need enemies coming on us unaware." Turning, the Paladin gestures to the second half of the group atop the cliff to begin their descent. Then he stops, his eyes centered on Amelios...
[Sense Motive: 1...+ 11 = 12]
"Amelios?" Moving forward, his Paladin's face is filled with concern. Nearing the cleric, he rests his hands on Amelios' shoulders and looks at his face with a growing mixture of fear and anger.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Oct 20, 2005 7:01 am
((I'll wait until Zook is awakened to post the results of my scavenge. For now...)) Castor's shoulders slump as he senses victory. Battered, weary, but bursting with a warrior's pride, an animal's fury, and a hero's potential... ((Castor gains a level!

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Vital Statistics ================= Name: Castor Age: 21 Height: 8'
Size: Large
Race: Minotaur
Class: Minotaur
Alignment: True Neutral
Languages known: Giant, Common
Land Speed: 30'
Ability Scores
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Strength: 26 [+8] (17 rolled + 6 racial + 1 level)
Constitution: 21 [+5] (17 rolled + 4 racial)
Dexterity: 15 [+2]
Intelligence: 10 [+0] (14 rolled - 4 racial)
Wisdom: 11 [+0]
Charisma: 11 [+0] (13 rolled - 2 racial)
Skills
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Craft[Painting]: 4
Intimidate: 6
Search: 2
Statistics
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Level: 6
HP: 70 (30 HD + 30 CON + 10 Grimoire)
BAB: +4
AC: 21 (10 Base + 5 Armor + 2 DEX + 4 Natural)
Saves: Fort +6/Ref +6/Will +4
Experience: 17,180 / 21,000
Gold: 0
Feats: Power Attack
Improved Bull Rush
Equipment: + 1 Greataxe(1d10/x3), Breastplate, Cloak, Traveller's Clothes
Racial Features: Gore attack: 1d6+Str normal/2d8 + 1 1/2Str while charging
Keen Senses: +3 to Spot, Search, and Listen
Darkvision 60'
Natural Cunning: Can't get lost, track by scent
Scent: 20', track by scent
Gore Attack (1d6 + STR/ 2d8 + 1.5 STR on a charge)

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Oct 20, 2005 8:18 am
Kethra sighs heavily and makes her way back towards the tower, every step now causing her pain. When she gets close enough to see those on the cliffs, she narrows her eyes and focuses to get a better look. [Spot: 11 + 4 = 15] When she notices the absence of one person in particular her heart begins to beat faster and she becomes quite nervous. "Where is Damas? Why can't I see him?" She sighs heavily. "I hope something didn't happen to him."
Li moves away from her master and peers over the edge of the cliff at Kethra. Seeing her deceased master's best friend fretting like she is, she thinks about climbing down the cliff but realizes that doing so could be quite risky. The rat lets out a little sqeak and pads along back to her master's side, not wanting to leave him there by himself.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 20, 2005 1:49 pm
((I'm not certain about this but I think something nasty happens to familars when their master dies. ...also...the cliff is pretty far away from the tower.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Oct 20, 2005 2:31 pm
((If someone casts bull-strength on me, I can fly him and the others down.)) ((Also, would a cleric please heal me? I'm running out of my healing potions.))

Posted by: Aldur Thu Oct 20, 2005 4:28 pm
Amelios had stood stock still clutching the staff to him, smiling faintly, and then he began to laugh. It wasn't a normal laugh, it was sorrowful, and somewhat mad. He had failed to stop the spell. His faith was not strong enough. He looked at the direction of the sound of Cedric's voice, a somewhat unusual grin on his face. He frowns then, trying to make sure he was facing the Paladin, and sagged, leaning on the healing Staff for a moment or two. He sighed heavily, and opened his eyes.
: "Ah, this is a cruel joke indeed. To dodge the abomination and yet fail in my faith to the Goddess. Am I to suffer what Sister Claire went through?"
He seemed to be talking to himself, and quickly checked himself, remembering the Paladin in front of him.
: "Yes?"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Oct 20, 2005 4:51 pm
((I read up on familiars and there is nothing that says something happens to a familiar when its master dies. However, if the familiar dies, the master loses Exp. My post above has been edited, but Kethra still has a feeling that something is not right))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:07 pm
Cedric stares fiercely at the cleric, his face awash in helpless emotion. His fist tightens around his weapon and his body is tense as if wishing to take action. He shakes visible, then opens his mouth as if to speak but says nothing. Turning, he strides away from Amelios, his eyes snapping at the scattered bodies of the fortress' defenders. His face twitches as he grinds his teeth, then he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Mitula..." Helplessness washes over his face as he drops to his knees and leans his head against his hammer.
Mitula... Is one so loyal and devoted to you to fall so low? The Paladin asks silently, his mind tormented by his helplessness in the situation. Was I lacking? Is that why this could not be prevented?
((The Paladin prays his doubts silently...))

Posted by: Aldur Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:32 pm
AMelios sighs, and tries to shake off his morbid mood. He could not see...and yet, neither could his role model of so many years. He pondered it to himself, using the healing staff he carried as a guider of sorts. He didn't move too far, and called out.
: "What of the others?"
The cleric, finding a wall to lean against let out something of a sigh of relief, he sat down against the wall, the lack of sight so very unusual. He sat, wondering if the Goddess could help. He nodded, resolving to ask her about it tomorrow. He just hoped that they did not need to battle much more today. He'd be nearly useless.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Oct 20, 2005 8:37 pm
Kethra turns to Brand and examines him for a moment before opening her mouth to speak. "They are taking their time, aren't they? I don't know about you, but I think something may be wrong. You could probably fly up there and check, but with your wounds I don't think that is a good-" Before she can finish, it hits her and she moves towards Aurik. "Aurik, I think something might be wrong on the cliffs, because I am not seeing a few people very clearly. Brand could check, but he's hurt too badly to fly. Is there anything you can do for him?"

Posted by: Rusty Thu Oct 20, 2005 9:32 pm
*Faralon goes over to the unconscious gnome, shaking him lightly.* : "Wake up, Zook. The battle is over now. I will go tell the clerics of Damas." *Faralon leaves Zook and heads towards the cliff.* ((Use Rope...1d20 + 0 = 20. )) *Faralon pulls out his rope and grappling hook, using them to climb down onto the tower with the rest of the group. He approaches Amelios and Cedric, not really knowing that the cleric is now blind.*
: "We have a bit of a situation on our hands." *Faralon says, pointing up to the cliff.* "Damas, our Sorceror, has fallen in battle. You have that magic staff, do you not?"

Posted by: Aldur Thu Oct 20, 2005 9:38 pm
Amelios nods and frowns. He turns in the general direction of Faralon and nods, using the staff almost like a walking cane. "I see...however...he would need to be brought down to us...as I lack certain advantages at the moment.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Thu Oct 20, 2005 9:54 pm
Isyndel sunk to her knees. Until a moment ago she had all but forgotten the Staff the others were speaking of down below, and when the chaos of battle subsided she found herself strangely relieved. The woman gave a perplexed glance to the fallen one, surprised at both his words and her own reaction to them.
Then another realization struck her; staff or no staff, this person had been killed in front of her. She curdled her knees against her chest and buried her head in them again in silence, fighting the sudden wave of nausea that had taken root in her stomach.
Isyndel did not cry; she did not make a sound. And then she got up and yelled to the area below.
"The Wilder no longer breathes!" she exclaimed, casting an uneasy glance at the rope that Faralon had descended, debating if she was ready to use it or not.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Oct 20, 2005 9:54 pm
Zook's eyes flutter open at Faralon's urging. He levers himself into a standing position, using his rifle as a crutch. Moving unevenly to the cliff's edge (taking care to avoid looking directly at Damas's corpse), he calls to the party below.
"Little help, here?"

Posted by: Rusty Thu Oct 20, 2005 10:04 pm
: "I...see." ((OOC: Pun intended! )) "I'll go get Lady Yeesha." *Faralon nods, returning to his rope and climbs back up it.* ((15)) : "Zook, I'm not an experienced climber. Perhaps you should travel down with Merkass. I'm sure he's capable of doing such a thing. As for Damas...I'm not entirely sure how we will get him down. Perhaps one of our birdfolk can carry him."
*Faralon nods to Zook, approaching Yeesha.*
: "Lady Yeesha, Damas has fallen, and Amelios is apparently blind. I think it best we address these issues before continuing."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Oct 20, 2005 10:21 pm
"Agreed... And most everyone is badly wounded too..." Yeesha says, looking over the group. "Get everyone together at the Fort's entrance. Aurik should be able to tend to everyone assuming Amelios lets him use his staff for Damas... Perhaps Aurik knows a curative spell for Amelio's blindness, even."

Posted by: Rusty Thu Oct 20, 2005 10:32 pm
((Knowledge check...If it's Arcana, I'd get a +10...if it's anything else, it's +7. But yeah, I rolled a natural 20. >:D)) : "Ah...Actually, anyone with a Dispel Magic spell should be able to cure Amelios. In any case, I shall go alert the others."
*Faralon nods, moving back to the cliff, casting Message to send a message to Cedric. The enemy already knows we're here, but if they do not know when we strike, we might still be able to pick up an advantage of some sort. Faralon points his finger, whispering to Cedric - the whispering being carried forth from the winds.*
((Casting Message.))
: "Cedric, gather the force at the Fort's entrance. When we are there, we shall revive Damas and then have Aurik heal the group. See if perhaps Brand can bring Damas down, and let's be quick about this. There's no telling when more villains might come our way. We on the cliff shall join you shortly."

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 20, 2005 11:44 pm
[Concentration 18 + 11 = 29] [Listen 19 + 2 = 21] Cedric blinks, a distant look in his eyes as he opens them. He had waited as long as matters could be postponed, but the Goddess was removed from him. [Strength: 14 + 6 = 20] Slowly, the Paladin stood, his eyes focusing on the battlefield once more. He takes a deep breath and starts towards the portal deeper into the fortress, "Van, guide Amelios. Aurik, please lend us the aid of your God in healing our wounds." As he reaches the unconcious priest, Cedric pauses for a moment with his eyes flashing with rage. However, he then draws manacles from a pouch at his belt and snaps them onto the wrists of the priest. The priest's hands now secured behind his foul back, Cedric lifts the unconcious servant of darkness firmly, glancing over the battlefield, "Regroup, the battle is not yet ended."
[Search: 6 + 2 = 8]
The Paladin then looks over the foul priest and removes any spell compentants and items that the priest still holds.
((What is the priest's holy symbol? That at least should be easily found.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Oct 20, 2005 11:47 pm
"I'll bring him down." Brand growls, shucking off his armor and gear and laying them gently against the wall. "Elias, care to join me? You cart their gear, I'll cart the person." Brand alights on the cliff's edge, and takes in the members there in a glance. "The team is meeting down below." the birdman says with a hard edge to his voice. "Elias will carry your gear down to them, while I'll cart people themselves. Unless you feel more comfortable with a rope. Don't worry about the mage," he adds, noting Iysendel's glance. "The cleric thinks his soul can be returned."
Zook leans down to put his satchel and gun on the ground.
"My lady, I think we should get someone to look at those wounds." Brand says to Iysendel. "Are you willing to be taken down first?"
Setting down everything but her spellbook, the Wizardess returns Brand's look. She gave a polite curtsey (or however that's spelled), and nodded. "Willing and honored. My thanks to you."
Back on the fortress, the stricken Cleric still sits against the wall, patiently waiting for some sort of news, or even the sound of another voice. He turns his head around, idly cursing his lack of sight. He looks up at the sky...
The birdman shakes his head, holds carefully onto the woman, and casts himself off the cliff. "Clear me a landing spot!" he shouts downwards to the team, landing scant moments later. Gently, he settles his wounded comrade to the ground. "She needs a cleric." the birdman says gruffly before taking off once more for the cliff's edge.
Alighting back on the cliff, Brand looks around. "I appologize, friend tinker, but I wanted the lady away from here before the sorcerer's state... well, it's not good to be around for someone not used to it."
Zook raises a hand. "You'll hear no complaints from me in putting others' welfare first. I just want to get down there and salvage."
Brand grins wryly. "I think you'll find enough even for you. Be careful of the traps they left us, though." Taking hold of Zook, the birdman again launches into the air, returning his ally safely to the ground below.
"My lady Yeesha," the birdman says with a humorless grin and a deep bow upon returning. "If you will permit me?"
Yeesha grins at Brand's offer and shakes her head. "No, I thought I'd give this whole 'fly' thing a try. You birdmen always seem to enjoy it so..."
With an unreadable expression, but merry eyes, the Birdman watches as Lady Yeesha leaps off the cliffside and floats down to the team below.
To the ranger, Brand offers a nod. "I'm assuming you'd rather climb down than be flown?"
Finally, there was no-one left but the body. For a moment, Brand looked at it, then with a sigh, reached up and scooped the elf up, trying not to think about the fluids he could feel through his feathers. A moment later, he made a final leap off the cliffside.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Oct 21, 2005 12:02 am
Zook's feet barely touch down and he is off, sweeping the tower despite his grievous wounds. He spares no effort in combing the area, and his finds are thus: - many more robot parts - a new, higher quality minigun (4d10 instead of 3d10 damage)
- two mysterious gadgets he needs to examine in greater detail

Posted by: Aldur Fri Oct 21, 2005 12:28 am
Amelios, guided by Van towards the rest of the group grinned sheepishly at his predicament in company. "Well...I appear to have lost my sight for now. However...I can still patch you up if anyone needs it..."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Oct 21, 2005 12:32 am
When she sees Brand come up for Damas, Li crawls into her master's robes somewhere. There was no way she would be able to get off of the cliff by herself. Kethra's expression becomes quite grim when she hears of Damas, but she does not cry, even though it upsets her a little bit. "Whether we have the staff or not does no change the fact that death is probably a scary experience. What if he comes back...different?" Her gaze then turns to Brand who now carries the elf's limp form in his arms. "Damas..." Sighs. "I hope this will work..."

Posted by: Century Fri Oct 21, 2005 8:52 am
~Elias was more than happy to oblige - his actions in the battle he felt were almost pathetic. Shot down at the first, and happy to scrunch up in a ball, hoping he wouldn't be hit again - hardly the actions of a hero, let alone a member of this prodigious group. He tried to comfort himself, arguing that had he not flown away from combat, he would have ended up like the Sorcerer, and that would have helped nobody~
~But the guilt remained~
"Of course!" he squawked to Brand, leaving his own gear in a pile as he collected everybody elses possessions. The few journeys he had to make were easy compared to Brand, who had to carry heavier loads, but even now Elias felt he was being pushed to his limit. He had never been the strongest of the birdmen at home, least of all here, but was glad that some use could be found for him when black creatures weren't trying to skewer him~
(( Level-up coming up ))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Oct 22, 2005 12:24 am
*Waiting for everyone to regather, Aurik prepares the healing wards, and goes to Amelios to survey what had happened. The Kyantol seems to have a blank expression on his face, looking through people rather than at them. The dark priests had robbed his sight, and now he wished he had done the same to them. Their retribution would be swift and fierce, and now Aurik cursed himself for not having the foresight to ask for such restorative magics from his Lord and Benefactor. Next time he would be wiser.*
: Amelios, what have they done? If only I had been wise enough to prepare restorative magics this morning. I apologize deeply, my friend. On the morrow I will remedy this for you, I swear on it!
*When the group regathers, Aurik gathers them around and treats their wounds with the healing wards, expending two charges from it as everyone feels greatly rejeuvenated. Also, in Amelios' inhibited state. Aurik takes the duty of reviving Damas' body when it is brought before him.*
: Servant of the light, live once more to fight against evil!
((Staff of Life used to revive Damas first.
Then 2d8 + 20 = 5 + 6 + 20 = 31 hp restored))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sat Oct 22, 2005 1:06 am
Isyndel casts Dispel Magic to remove the affliction placed on Amelios. Yup.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Oct 22, 2005 1:53 am
As the staff touches his still body, his soul is drawn back to it from whence it had gone upon his death. The first sound the once dead elf hears is the pulse of blood flowing through his veins. He then in that instant realizes something - he is alive. Once still, his chest now begins move up in down with every breath in draws in and lets out. His eyes slowly open, and the garnet red orbs widen...and expression of fright and confusion on his face at first. After laying there for a few minutes, Damas calms himself and slowly sits up, brushing his long black hair out of his face. The first person to catch his attention is Aurik, and he looks at the priest, perplexed. "I thought for sure my time had come, but it would seem I have once again cheated death. You have my thanks, Aurik." As he moves to stand, he finds that he feels weaker than he did before, but the young sorcerer puts it out of his mind for the time being. His gaze then turns to Isyndel and when his eyes lock with hers, everything he had said to her comes flooding back into his mind. Those garnet red eyes widen about as much as they are able, and his cheeks become flushed with blood - the normally pale skin now bright red. His heart begins to race, and his breaths do not come so easily to him as they had a few moments ago. Deciding it is best to avoid such a confrontation until they are out of harms way, he turns away from her and gathers his belongings, leaning on his staff as he moves to join the others. Having never been good at lying or concealing his feelings, he is no better at it now - it is still evident that he is quite flustered.
Li crawls out of his robes and up onto his shoulder, pawing at her master's face with glee. "Master! You're back! I'm so glad..." When he does not speak back to her, tears begin to well up in her beady little eyes. Normally she would be quite offended, but her master has just come back from the dead, so she lets it slide this time.
Kethra looks at the young sorcerer from the corner of her eye, her expression unreadable as he passes by her. However, there is a glint of happiness in her eyes; a sigh of relief passes her lips.
((Fear the color swap of doom! ))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Oct 22, 2005 1:57 am
Faralon moves to Cedric, pointing at the symbol, "That's...that matches the description of the symbol of the Chaos Cult I heard about. So...This priest is one of them, eh?" Amelios thanked Isyndel and looked up at the sky. He sighed happily and turns his attention to the caught priest. He moves closer, noting the holy symbol and gasps. "Cedric! I've never seen that before!"
Cedric tears away the holy symbol and throws it to the ground with a look of pure hatred. He then strides past the others, carrying the priest with one large hand and makes his way back up the tower they had originally landed on. Reaching the top, he lowers the priest and begins to lifts him with on hand only to tear the priest's foul robe. The Paladin pausing for a moment, his eyes snapping, then proceeds to rip the priest's robes a few more time while attempting to lift him. His own ire hindering him. Finally, he wraps his fist tightly around the priest and holds him out over the edge of the tower. He then glares at the priest and holy energy flows into the priest.
[Lay on hands - 4 HP - Dark Priest ]
[Intimidate 2 + 10 = 12]
Castor follows, his axe in tow.
The priest groggily awakes, looking around first with fear, then with fanatic anger.
"Meddling fools... Desecrating a holy area... The lords will strike you down for such blasphemy..." the priest hisses while in Cedric's grip.
Amelios stares coldly, no malice, just a rather strong dislike, for the cleric, and watches impassively as he awakens. His eyes widen at the priest's statement, but he leaves the interrogation to the others for now.
Cedric glares at the priest, his words tightly controlled, "Holy area?"
Faralon follows, tapping his foot, rolling his eyes at the priest's first words, "Yes, of course. Now, don't waste our time. Understood?"
Castor growls from behind Cedric. "Let me at him. I'm sure he'd be more willing to talk with his entrails pouring out over his 'holy site'."
[Castor Intimidate: 23]
"Yes, kill me, send me to my reward and sanctify this place further with my blood!" the priest says with delight as he looks at Castor. His gaze turns to Cedric, noting the likeness of the goddess around his neck. "Ah... A servant of Mitula?"
Cedric glances at Castor for a moment, then returns his gaze to the Priest, replying in the same tightly controlled voice, "Yes."
Amelios looks somewhat appalled by the fanatism of the enemy priest, and looks at him strangely, wondering what the deity of this Cult was.
"Goddess of mercy and compassion among other things..." the priest chuckles. "Our lords tell us the truth of your goddess. A foolish but pretty thing that refuses to see the true nature of existence... But fear not..." the priest says with a grin, "Our Lords have decreed that when they rule this land, they will show mercy to the goddess of mercy. A special fate for her..."
Amelios steps forwards, and clears his throat, deciding to speak. "Your Lords...Who are they? I have not seen your symbol before."
Faralon looks at the priest, "We're not here to listen to your pathetic insults. Now answer our question: who are your 'Lords'?"
"The great ones!" the priest calls out. "The Lords of Strife! Three there are, that emerged into this world to bring it true freedom!"
"They shall cast down those who dared to impose order on this land and return all to its natural state of chaos and frenzy, and we who serve them will be rewarded when this occurs..."
Faralon was surely interested to learn more, "Of course you would tell us of their names? These great 'Lords' you follow. They are powerful, right? So they have nothing to hide."
Amelios can't think of who or what the priest means. He'd never heard any of this, and decided to step back, pondering what the priest said. Chaos and Frenzy? He also wondered about how they worship three Lords at once...
"Their names! Yes! Call out their names and give them praise! For praise is power and power is life!" the priest says, begining to squirm in Cedric's hold.
"Xadoss, the burning might! Shailtor of the twisted web! And Erebeus, eldest of them all and architect of this lands' coming rebirth!"
Finally, Cedric speaks in a soft but controlled voice, "You follow others to chaos? You are either a fool or a broken man. Chaos has no master."
"Exactly!" the man says, pleased. "Chaos is ultimate freedom! No masters, no servants, no slaves! All is a muddled mix!"
"Yet you serve Lords. Deluded fool." The expression on the Paladin's face changes and steps away from the ledge, the priest facing only a drop of a few feet now.
Faralon chuckles, "People follow the path of chaos to avoid a master...for they do not have to serve any fool who wishes to gain more power than he's worth holding. I certainly wouldn't follow a dictator...Or three."
Amelios rolled his eyes and looked at the cleric. "You serve three masters. Is that not defying what you say?"
"Chaos has no masters, but the Three know how to use it, and use it for us they will..." the priest says. "Why do you follow the goddess?"
Cedric shakes his head sadly, "That is something one such as you can no longer understand..."
Amelios sighs, and looks at the cleric. "Tell me, where do you come from? And where did you hear of your Lords?"
The Priest asks temptingly, "Can't I? How far will you follow your goddess?"
The Paladin sighs, "Chaos is not freedom, for then you are bound to chaos. It enslaves you, binds one in terror. Order is necessary to prevent chaos from destroying all life but that is its only purpose. True freedom comes from good and love. The Goddess represents this, if we would not be lead astray by darkness she would give us true peace and freedom. However, because of beings such as your Lords, we must turn to Law to protect the weak."
Priest cackles, "Chaos eradicates all bindings, forcing one to rely on your strength. From this comes growth and from this comes power. The power to do whatever you want..."
"That is not freedom, someone will always be stronger and you will always be a slave."
"Your goddess lacks this power, and that is why our Lords will conquer and enslave her. And when they do, she'll be forced to in turn enslave her servants." The Priest continues with pleasure, "Servants like you."
Castor nudges Faralon, whispering forcefully. "Let the priestly types have it out."
"No matter what you do, you'll end up like me, a servant of the powers you now curse..." the priest looks at the corpse of a Drowned Eye. "Even if you die."
Faralon sighs, answering back to Castor,"I just don't want this to go on all day. The priest is probably delaying us on purpose."
Cedric looks to the others distantly, "I am ill suited for this task, Faralon inquire of him what we must know." This said, the Paladin places the on the ground and lets Castor hold him in place, "The Goddess need not enslave me, I give freely without asking for anything in return."
Amelios moves forwards, nearer to Cedric's shoulder. "Please...I wish to know more. What is your name? Where are you from? And where did you hear of your lords? I have not heard of them in the religious texts..."
Turning, the Paladin steps down the stairs sadly his eyes examining the dead bodies across the battlefield.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Oct 22, 2005 6:13 am
((You didn't think that was all of it, did you? Nope, here's more of the same ferslugginer chat...)) Castor pulls him around and brandishes the priest to the rest of the party. "Cedric's had his turn. Anyone else?" "And that in of itself is slavery, you are merely blind to its constraints," the priest says as Cedric walks away.
Amelios nods. "I'd like if he answered my questions..."
The minotaur's grip tightens. "If you would."
"The great ones came to me in a vision and bid me serve, and I could not refuse," the priest says, reverantly.
"What kind of vision?" Zook pipes up from behind Amelios, stowing a small gunlike object in his satchel.
Amelios nods, and frowns, wondering if the Priest had intentionally ignored his other questions. He remained silent, letting Zook have his piece, the cleric having one more question to ask.
*Faralon approaches Amelios, whispering to him.* Faralon: "Amelios, shouldn't we try to find out where Prince Nick is being held?"
Curious to what is going on, Damas moves towards where the others are questioning the enemy priest. The elf shakes his head from side to side and leans upon his staff. "This man must be mad," he murmurs.
"They appeared to me and told me their truths," the priest recounts.
"One who sees the burning truth and tells it to those still blind is always considered mad," the priest replies.
Zook nods. "What do you know of the tactics your Lords of Strife employ? Do you know the means by which they resurrect that which has passed, both in legions of undead and Ancient technology?"
Isyndel's ears perked up at Zook's question. She listened intently.
Amelios nods. And turns to the Bard. "Indeed, I was going on to ask about that. However...this might prove tricky. We shall ask after Zook gets what he needs." He turns back to the Priest. Waiting for the gnome to finish.
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "I'll handle it."
Amelios nods back to the Bard. "I leave it in your hands then." He decides to remain silent, and studies the priest for a moment, going over all that was said, so that he could write it down later.
Castor grunts impatiently. "Answer the little man."
Amelios' eyes widen for a moment, and he remembers something he overheard Faralon talking about back at the port town. He turns to the bard. "Faralon, Don't you remember? They mentioned that over in Guardiana that the queen had become obsessed with something...and the place is in turmoil? Might it not be the same cult?"
Damas remains silent as the others question the priest, his garnet red eyes studying the priest carefully. Even though he had always favored creativity and freedom, chaos was the total absence of order in general, and in the end would lead to much unnecessary suffering. He lets out a heavy sigh and tries to push the multitude of thoughts and feelings out of his mind for now, trying to take all of this in even though he had just come back from the dead.
Faralon: "That's what I'm thinking. Still, we have to get a better lead on where King Nick is."
"I know, but...if this is happening all over the world, then what happened to Queen Anri could be happening to King Nick perhaps..."
She chanced a glance at the Sorceror again before returning her gaze to the held priest.
The priest starts chuckling at the mention of Guardiana.
Amelios turns, eye's slitted towards the priest. "Something to say?"
"Yes... Soon the young king will be ordained anew... He shall be reborn, and then he shall seek the blessings of our masters, who will gladly give it..."
Faralon: "Where is he?!"
Kethra watches from the back with her arms crossed over her chest. Her lip quivers slightly with anger from everything the priest has said, but she keeps the urge to pop him one under control.
"Why? Do you seek to join him? Become his new retainers?" the priest asks with a sick smile.
*Faralon smirks.* Faralon: "Sure. Where is he? Don't make me ask you again."
"We seek him simply because we seek him, you fanatically insipid twit."
"New...what happened to his entourage!?" Amelios' fists shake as he tries to keep his cool under the face of the sick man in front of him.
"Some died. Some ran. Some accepted our truth," the priest says, simply.
Zook repeats his question from before, slowly.
"Where did this happen you insane monster!?" Amelios took a step towards the bound cleric, Fists clenched, and teeth together, the Kyantol sickened beyond belief at this.
Damas passes a glance to Isyndel for a moment before turning away again. *A fine choice of words, you witty wizard* he thinks to himself.
The priest laughs at the bard. "You... think you're so clever... How cute... Like an infant stumbling around his play pen..."
"Ironically," the Wizardess added dryly, crossing her arms, "the first thing you've said that I agree with."
"If you want to follow in the footsteps of the former Shining Warriors, then I direct you towards the Grave of the Vampiric Devil."
Faralon: "...And yet we completely annihilated your force. But if you have so much faith in your Lords, then you shouldn't have a problem with letting us know where they are taking the king."
"Did you annihilate us? Truly? Heh. My young friend, you should know that not all is as it seems..."
*Faralon shakes his head and walks away. He's absolutely insane...*
Zook pipes up, once more. "What do you know of the tactics your Lords of Strife employ? Do you know the means by which they resurrect that which has passed, both in legions of undead and Ancient technology?"
"Iom!? To Iom? The grave...of the Devil, could it be? The place where the Sword of Hayja struck down the dark god? But what would be the point? No...no! Do they plan to use Nick's blood to revive the Dark God!?"
"Such a melodramtic one... Which deity do you serve? Don't tell me... Mitula?"
"Correct. I have little time for theological debate however. Now then, whatever is so funny?"
"The way you comport yourself. If the clergy of Mitula is all as you, we have little to fear indeed."
"Are you quite finished?"
"I had more questions for you, if you were satisfied with baiting the clergy."
"Answer me. Why was Nick headed there? I will not rise to your jibes. Also, you never did give us your name." The Cleric stares coldly at the other Priest, not liking the way this was heading.
Zook sighs as he casts a weary eye on Amelios. "Must you?"
"Find out more about our primary purpose? Why yes. Yes I must." He glances at the obviously impatient gnome, almost done with his questioning.
"Nick was heading there to save his kingdom, of course," the priest replies.
"Where is he now? Where did your cult take him? For what reason?" the cleric of Mitula sighs to himself, growing weary.
"I already told you. If you refuse to listen, it is your own fault. This is a lot like the blind leading the deaf... Aheh..."
"You told me he lies at the grave of Iom. For what purpose? You never explained." The cleric decided he must know this answer.
"Yes, I did."
Amelios shook his head. "But why there of all places? And what will he be reborn as?"
"He will be reborn as the last ruler Cypress will ever have."
Amelios sighed, and nodded to himself. "You mean...your Lords will grant him immortality for service?"
"Among other things..."
Amelios' face stiffens and he nods, a smile on his face. "I know now how it works. But know this...I will purge your cult of abominations from this land! And make the Dead rest once more! I swear it..."
Zook moved around from behind Amelios, waiting for him to finish his histrionics before he repeats his question a fifth time.
The cleric turns to Zook. "He's all yours." The Cleric walks off towards his gear, finding his scrolls, and then went to see where the Lady Yeesha was.
Slowly, deliberately, Zook asks, "What do you know of the tactics your Lords of Strife employ? Do you know the means by which they resurrect that which has passed, both in legions of undead and Ancient technology?"
"I told you what you needed to hear, now my part in this is done," the priest proclaims. He turns in the minotaur's grip and mutters horribly sounding words. Castor feels a dread grip his heart and is unable to act. (( Castor now has the Curse of Terror! In any given turn, roll d100. 50 or above means he can act normally; below that means he cannot act that turn, paralyzed with fright.))
The priest breaks out of Castor's frozen arms, seconds before the swashbuckler moves to action. "You want to try something like that again, dark one?" Ashathel says, drawing his rapier. "Don't move."
The priest smiles at Asathel's threat and begins to chant in response to it. As he does so, Brand tosses a thunderstone at the dark cleric which detonates, but has no effect on the priest.(( Everyone near the priest take 4 damage and make 2 Fort saves [one for stun and one for being deafened]. Brand passed already.))
Moving quickly, the elven adventurer's blade sings, cutting through flesh to end the evil priest's life in a final blow. "Great," Ashathel muttered, looking back at his allies. "Just great..."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Oct 22, 2005 6:23 am
((250 XP for everyone who took part in that massive RP chat. Now, I intend to move this tommorrow, so please state what you plan to do, assuming you wish to scout the tower, give me a marching order, anything you'll be doing beforehand, etc.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Oct 22, 2005 7:29 am
((Marching order? Damas is staying as far away from danger as he is able with his measly 20 hit points )) Damas stares at the corpse of the priest for a short while before he sighs and shakes his head. *How could he worship these beings with such fervor? These sick and twisted creatures that raise legions of undead and prevent people from resting in peace. Corpses with no souls, and no blood... Life without blood is indeed a mockery...* The young sorcerer turns and walks away be have some time to himself, even if it is for a few moments. He himself knows that he has indeed come back different with a strange sort of enlightenment that he doesn't know the source of. Ignoring the others for while he leans his back against a wall and sits down, a multitude of thoughts and feelings assaulting his mind. He struggles to sort them out in a timely manner, lest he truly go mad this time. After a little while he manages to compose himself, and his thoughts and feelings dwell on one person in particular. Damas turns to Isyndel for a moment, his eyes looking her over up and down. Blood rushes to his face once more, and he realizes that he had meant every little word he had spoken while dying. "I wonder why I never told her until now?" he asks himself, sighing.
Li takes this time to nuzzle against Damas' cheek, hoping to bring her master some sort of comfort. "Please don't be so sad master."
"How can I not be? I was a fool to say anything to Isyndel, even if I was dying." Damas pulls his knees up to his chest. "She's probably disgusted with me right now."
"Isyndel is very uptight and conservative. You are usually open about your feelings, and very honest. You favor your freedom, but you have displayed self control in battle situations." Li licks his cheek affectionately. "When you passed on, the poor thing was a wreck. I have never seen her like that."
"I died right in front of her Li. What did you really expect? It is not what you think, I am sure of it."
"You like her, don't you master?" Li questions curiously.
Damas remains silent for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts before speaking in a sheepish tone. "Yes, even though these feelings are a waste. The power flowing within my veins... Loneliness is the price I pay for them."
"I'm sorry master," Li says, nuzzling against him again. *If only I had been born a human... Then maybe...just maybe things would be different. I would make you happy...*
"It is ok Li. Thank you for listening to me." Damas stands up, using his staff for support. Taking a deep breath and gathering his courage, he moves towards her. Though he does not say anything at first, he notes that she seems to be ok. "It is good to see that you're alright..." His ears quiver a little bit and his face turns red again. Rather than admitting anything, however, he tries to lie his way out of this. "I don't feel so well all of a sudden. Maybe I should sit down for a little while..." Even though he tries to lie, he isn't very good at it, tending to stammer quite a bit.
[Bluff: 4 + 4 = 8. He can be read like an open look ]
-----
Meanwhile Kethra occupies herself by taking a walk, but she stops when she notices Cedric. Noticing that he has seemed to be staying to himself, she makes her way towards him and speaks in a calm manner. "Are you alright Cedric?"
((These conversations probably won't get finished, but I had to do something))

Posted by: Aldur Sat Oct 22, 2005 10:56 am
Amelios sat down against a wall, writing down all he had asked the priest. This is indeed very strange. And also, we need to hurry, we have no time to dawdle! Else the King could be lost forever. Haste is nessessary, yet also dangerous. Oh blast it all! ANd Iom's grave...the place the last epic battle was fought. And now...they plan to do to Nick what has apparently been done to Queen Anri? And if they can brainwash such a strong willed leader...chances are they'll be able to do the same to King Nick!
He finished his writings and hurried over to the Lady Yeesha.
"Lady Yeesha, King Nick has been Taken to the Grave of the Vampiric Devil, I believe this to mean the place where Iom was Defeated by the Sword of Hayja. They plan to convert him to their twisted order. We must hurry on!"

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Oct 22, 2005 2:29 pm
"Hang on there," Ashathel said, wiping his blade clean on the dark priest's clothing. "We've got a minotaur shaking in his boots, a man who nearly died, and enough injured to last us for a couple days were it not for our healing. I'm thinking we need to finish checking out this tower first, then we rest. If we get there tired, it's worse than getting there a little bit late; at least we can do something if we're late."

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Oct 22, 2005 6:02 pm

QUOTE (Arcdragnbreth @ Sat Oct 22, 2005 6:13 am)
"I told you what you needed to hear, now my part in this is done," the priest proclaims. He turns in the minotaur's grip and mutters horribly sounding words. Castor feels a dread grip his heart and is unable to act. (( Castor now has the Curse of Terror! In any given turn, roll d100. 50 or above means he can act normally; below that means he cannot act that turn, paralyzed with fright.))
The priest breaks out of Castor's frozen arms, seconds before the swashbuckler moves to action. "You want to try something like that again, dark one?" Ashathel says, drawing his rapier. "Don't move."

((Granted I don't have the Relics and Rituals sourcebook but as a spell I believe Castor and the others would still get AoOs aganist the priest for his casting. AoOs that could deal sub-dual.))

Posted by: Aldur Sat Oct 22, 2005 6:53 pm
(( Err...Arc, Unless Yeesha was near the interrogation...I think you made a mistake there. Also, Amelios left so he doesnt know about the curse etc.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Oct 22, 2005 7:47 pm

QUOTE (Kaihaku @ Sat Oct 22, 2005 6:02 pm)
((Granted I don't have the Relics and Rituals sourcebook but as a spell I believe Castor and the others would still get AoOs aganist the priest for his casting. AoOs that could deal sub-dual.))

MAJOR EDIT:
Final ruling: The priest broke the grapple and the manacles were not enough to restrain his spellcasting somehow, they were too loose. Let's all move past this and not get hung up on the damn thing, I want this game to move.
Yeesha grimaces and looks around. "Important news, but certainly words I did not wish to hear. Very well, we'll leave momentarily. We just need to heal everyone and clear out the rest of the tower. We might find some more information..."

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Oct 23, 2005 3:19 am
Cedric stands on the edge of the fortress staring out into the distance. Silence hangs in the air for a long moment before Cedric turns to face the Monk, pain in his eyes. "I can feel it..." His eyes are tormented, "The darkness is growing... Yet..." He sighs, looking down into Kethra's eyes distantly, "I am sorry, many things are troubling me." The Paladin looks into the distance sadly, "The words of the priest struck a chord with me despite their crazed nature. Long ago I gave up my freedom to keep others from suffering. This burden is necessary..." Cedric smiles sadly, "As a Monk, you would not understand. Your order values nothing more than discipline. It is what gives meaning and purpose to your life. My order does not value discipline in such a way." The smile drains slowly from his face, "The innocent must be protected... They must remain free to...
((I've got to go, here's the summary...))
Cedric talks some more to Kethra, then is interupted by the thunderstone. He then yells at Ash for killing the priest, orders the healers to heal and the ninja to scout. Then we move on.
((I'll edit stuff in later.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 23, 2005 3:30 am
Kyoji nods and disappears into the depths of the fortress, emerging moments later. "It's pitch black in there, I could not see a thing. We'll need some form of light to proceed."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Oct 23, 2005 5:12 am
Damas' ears quiver and he turns around to pass a glance at Kyoji. "I'm on it." The sorcerer hurries over to the scout as fast as possible, and he is pretty quick about it despite the weakness he feels. "I can cast a spell of light that should illuminate the place enough for you to see. However, I will need an object on which the spell needs to be cast. Perhaps one of your swords..."
((In case you're in any rush, whatever item Kyoji offers, Damas will cast the Light spell on it. Duration is 10 min./level, 60 min. or 1 hour at level 6. It should be enough ^_^))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 23, 2005 5:16 am
Kyoji gratefully accepts the enchantment on his ninja-to sword.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Oct 23, 2005 5:21 am
It took nearly twenty seconds for Zook's ears to stop ringing and his muscles to respond. He heard Kyoji, and snorted. Sometimes it amazes me humans can see their hands before them in anything but full daylight. Stretching, turned towards the tower to enter and explore. Just before entering the door, a strong arm gripped his shoulder. The gnome looked up and saw Castor, his eyes distant. "I'll take point." he said simply, and walked ahead.
Grumbling, Zook followed close behind. "I'd just as soon not have you blown up on more traps," he muttered.
Castor walks in upon a stone interior, set in the stark monochrome of his darkvision. Zook tailed the minotaur, his eyes less help than he thought they'd be in the pitch darkness.
What the minotaur saw on the first floor of the complex bore more resemblance to a barracks than anything else. Castor glanced quickly around for an extinguished torch or lamp; something that would alleviate his comrades' sightlessness.
[Spot 15]
Finding nothing of that nature, Castor began a more general sweep, finding some odds and ends and some lost soldier's savings.
[Search 19 - 100 Gold found]
Willing to leave a more thorough search of the area for more gifted allies, Castor and Zook went downstairs. Castor starts a bit at Zook's sudden movement, still feeling unnaturally nervous since the encounter with the Chaos Cult cleric. It set the minotaur on edge to think about how the priest had moved from his grip like water through a sieve, how he'd been able to move his arms as if the manacles weren't there... Such things wouldn't have been given a second thought ordinarily, but Castor seemed to fixate irrationally on these things, and on the dread it fostered in him. Punctuating the silence was a sudden explosion as Castor accidentally sets off a tripwire!
[Ref saves passed. 1 damage to Castor]
Zook steps forward momentarily, extracting the gunlike object he'd found at the battle site: an Ancient motion-tracker. The tinker's expression is a combination of gratitude and dismay; for a moment he is unsure if the machine is actually what he thought it to be, then he realizes that the coast is clear. The darkness is no less pervasive here, but traps are more common.
[Ref saves passed. 10 damage to Castor]
Grimacing, Castor scours the floor as carefully as he is able, hoping to find something to make the pain worthwhile. In a sense, he does: he finds another few traps, but manages not to set them off. He smiles when he finds a discarded torch.
[Search 21 discovers another trap. Spot 18 finds two more]
Castor strikes Zook's flint together with his axe, and lights the torch. Zook is directed to the traps and sets to work disarming them, succeeding on one, recovering another, and tripping the third.
[Disable Device 21 27 19. One shrapnel trap recovered, Ref failed, 10 damage to Zook]
Newly empowered with sight in the dim torchlight, Zook assists Castor in scouring the the complex. The place is riddled with traps, most of which Zook disarms, some of which he can recover, and others for which he is not so lucky.
[4 traps recovered, several more disarmed, 3 set off. 17 damage to each]
A dark look crosses Zook's brow as he turned to Castor. "I can't take another detonation. Let's go back."
Nodding silently, Castor carried Zook upward, grateful for the distraction from his own pain, and the strange fear he felt at the back of his mind.
((Totally worth it.))

Posted by: Rusty Sun Oct 23, 2005 6:33 am
((Curing Zook twice, two CLW. 3 + 5 = 8 and 8 + 5 = 13. 21 HP restored. Castor used a CMW for 5 + 8 + 3, also, as Vox stated in chat, so he's up to 38.)) *Faralon shakes his head.* : "Kyoji, you call too much attention to yourself with that light. It's, dare I say, unsuitable for a ninja."
*Faralon smirks.*
: "Well, we'll tread carefully. I'll go with Zook in case he accidentally sets off any more traps. If we head into any trouble, I'll be sure to alert you with a Message. Hopefully, that's not the case...You're more than welcome to come, but be stealthy about it."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 23, 2005 6:56 am
"A torch would be just as bad, but I cannot see without either... If I enter an area with light, I can go invisible and the light fades with me. So where is the harm?" Kyoji responds.

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