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Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 02, 2006 5:43 am
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Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Oct 02, 2006 6:04 am
Sorel meets up with Ombligo after a day of gathering information. : "What did you find out?" : "Well, I hear that the devils haven't broken through Galam...yet...so that's good. I asked about Max and the people were so crazy about him! They said he was heading south. My bet is that he's going to retrieve that Force Sword that he used to stop Dark Dragon and Darksol with!"
Sorel nods.
: "I had heard much the same. Max and Adam are heading south, after having been recently here. What did you learn of the devil army's movements?"
: "Umm, one guy said that some have snuck past Galam, scouting around the southern part of the island, too. They haven't even bothered with the towns. You don't suppose...they're also looking for Max?"
: "If not, Ombligo, they may be looking for the same sword Max seeks."
*With a hint of worry, the magic creature speaks.*
: "That would be bad...We better tell the others right away!"
: "Indeed. I will speak to Dam. You gather the others and bring them to the meeting place."
: "Okay!"

Posted by: Tarethen Mon Oct 02, 2006 6:13 am
((This was done leading up to the arrival at Granseal.)) Gail, spotting Farain some ways behind her, slows her pace to join the centaur in the marching order. "It's amazing to think this will all be over in a day or two, isn't it?" The centaur had his arms behind his head, staring up into the sky. He was in his own world of thought, going over the last battle in his head. For the first time in a while, he was actually able to help out more than usual. He didn't hit any of his own allies, and most of his arrows were spot on. When he heard Gail's voice, he lowered his head and looked at her. "Huh? Oh... Sorry, Gail. I was just thinking about something." He gave her a smile, finally responding to her question. "The thought of finally being able to relax is one I look forward to."
The paladin chuckles lightly as the archer apologizes, her lips molding into a playful smile. "Lost in thought? That's certainly a change for you, Farain." As he responses to her question, she nods, her smile fading slightly into a more somber expression. "I don't think I'll be able to share that sentiment, unfortunately...I take it you've turned down my offer, then?"
He gave a nervous chuckle. "It's not that strange for me to think every once in a while. It's better than fighting giant blobs." He looked at her, seeing that her expression had turned a bit more serious. "I haven't turned down your offer, no."
Gail raises a brow at Farain's nervousness, but her smile brightens genuinely at Farain's confirmation. "Thank you," she says simply, pausing slightly before continuing. "I suppose it's not so strange...I don't remember you being so reserved, though. Then again, I suppose this journey has been more than a little...enlightening..." At this, her head drops slightly, eyes moving to the moving ground below.
Farain lowered his arms from behind his head finally, letting them fall gently to his side before they began swaying with each of his steps. "Enlightening is probably the proper term. Devils, trolls, blobs that are made up of nothing, giant birds... These aren't things you are readily exposed to back in Ribble, that's for sure. Though... These things do make for interesting stories to tell later on down the road." He chuckled softly once more. "Funny story to tell my children one day. 'Your father helped find legendary heroes that help vanquish the devil army!'" He smiled widely at this comment before letting it slowly drift away. "It's surreal, though... To think that I'm a part of something so large. I guess the thought of everything can be overwhelming at times."
Gail watches as Farain recounts what the expedition has faced, chuckling with him as he moves on to how he'll entertain his children and taking in what he has to say with appreciative silence. She nods as he finishes, finding herself agreeing with him a great deal. "It is, especially since it feels like we've begun...and now, here we are, a few steps outside our goal." She then smiles lightly, a far off look in her eyes. "It makes me wonder what will happen next...what could possibly happen next."
"Y'know, a part of me wishes that this would continue on for a while longer. It seems that recently I've become better with my bow than when I started out. I've also been able to see the world. Ribble was happy, but Galam... They were so different. I wanted to do all I can to help. I still want to continue doing that, with or without the expedition here," he replied with a nod.
Gail falls silent at Farain's confession, her head shifting to the road in front of her, the way forward. When she interrupts the self-created silence to respond, her voice sounds colder and softer as her eyes are fixed straight ahead. "Who says you won't get the chance to?"
He turned his head to look at Gail and was about to speak but his words caught in his throat. He sighed and looked away, closing his eyes as he did. "I guess you're right. It's just, all of the devil slaying and heroics are usually left up to the heroes. I didn't think mercenaries like us get credit for much."
Gail smiles warmly at those words, her own azure eyes closing before shifting back to the centaur. "I don't think I'd care for credit. In the end, all we would know is what we've done, and that's the important part, regardless of whether you're a hero or not. Besides, peace and quiet suits me just fine, and I wouldn't think heroes get a lot of that." Her brow suddenly furrows into a hard, apprasing glare. "Or are you one of those types who's only in it for the recognition?"
Farain shook his head. "Hardly. I got mixed up into this without knowing about it. In a sense, I guess you could say I was set up. But, now, it doesn't matter." He opened his eyes and looked ahead, seeing the town of Granseal in the distance. "Looks like we're almost there."
The paladin's look softens into a slight grin, turning her head to follow her friend's gaze. A sudden thought clears, stiffening her face into a glare. But will we find what we need to? Shaking her head to dismiss the thought, another one taking its place, this one more pressing. "I should return to the front. If we're attacked again, it's where I'll be needed most."
"I can safely say that I wouldn't have a problem fighting again. There is still a lot for me to learn out there, especially when it comes to skill with a bow. But, I think I'd be suited to helping those left destitute by the war just as well as I would be fighting." He turned his head to look at Gail. "Do you think we'll find what we need to here?"
Gail turns to Farain, heaving a long sigh as she ponders. "I don't know...I can hope for it, but I don't know." She turns a glance to Granseal before continuing. "I only know the fighting will go on, and that I need to be there for it." She looks on to the city distantly, as if somewhere else.
Farain nodded at her and then was silent the rest of the way to Granseal. When he could see the city clearly he stopped and turned to Gail. "Well... Here we are." He turned his head to look at the city and then looked back to Gail. "I think I'm going to go pick up some supplies while we're here. Just in case, y'know? I'll catch up with you later and we can talk some more."
Gail nods, forcing a light smile. "Alright. I'll see you then." After that, she wanders off, watching the construction of a city.
With a wave, Farain turned from Gail and trotted into the city. He was relieved to see that it was far more lively than Galam was, for obivous reasons. Devils had exactly reached here yet.
He could hear children laughing, birds chirping, everything you'd imagine would be present in a bustling city. He adjusted the quiver at his side and began roaming the city. His main objective at that point was to find a place to buy some armor.
The centaur poked his head around corners and peaked into shops windows trying to find the place he was looking for. "It's always hard to find the store you want..." he said with a bit of a sigh. When he was about to give up looking, he saw in the distance the armoury. The sign hanged from the piece of steel that jutted from the wall, making the clichéd squeak of rusted metal. Farain picked up his pace, kicking up some bits of dust with each clop of his hooves. As he reached the shop, he peered through the window first, seeing that there was already a patron or two inside. "This should be fun."
He pulled himself away from the window and entered the store, looking around. "Let's see... What was it I was looking for again?" He spotted the item he had come for and whispered a short "Aha" to himself as he took the item, purchased it, and left the store. "There. That's taken care of, I guess I can go exploring a bit now..."
((Purchased Mithril Chain Shirt +2. - 4100 gold from party fund, I assume.))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:38 am
*Ombligo floats about Granseal, noting the progress of the kingdom. He hadn't seen an unfinished village before, and it was rather interesting to the little magic creature. Looking for any allies, he chances upon Gail. He waves, calling out to gain her attention.*
: "Hey, Gail! Over here!"
Gail, wheeling around to find the source of the sound, smiles as she spot Ombligo waving at her. Returning the wave, she makes her way over to where the magic was currently bobing.
: "You seem excited today. What's happening?"
: "We're going to be having a meeting very soon! I think I know where Max is headed...But I think devils are going there, too."
Gail's eyebrows rise at Ombligo's exclamation, then drop into a frown as he recounts the devils heading towards the hero. Just what I didn't want to hear...forcing a quick smile, she says, "If you're worried about him, I'm sure he'll be fine. He isn't called a hero for no reason."
: "Well, we do still have to find him - it's our mission, after all. I hope we find him soon...He keeps evading us. I mean, we seem to be catching up, but he's still a step ahead of us."
: "He isn't keeping ahead of us...It's another force that he's staying ahead of, one we seem sorely behind." Her smile falls for a bit before returning. "But yes, you're right. We haven't completed our mission yet, though I feel we'll be matching him step for step pretty soon."
: "Yeah...Well, I have to go tell the others about the meeting. Bye!" *Ombligo bubbles away, thinking to himself. She's always such a pessimist...*

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:39 am
Sorel approaches Dam not long after speaking with Ombligo. : "I believe the day's intelligence gathering is done." : "Mmm... I've picked up more than a few tidbits of my own, to be sure," Dicem said. "How did it go?" : "As we knew, Max was here not long ago. It appears he departed for the south of the island. The Chaos Breaker is stored there, according to the reports Ombligo acquired, renamed the Force Sword. In addition, the Devil Army has yet to move beyond the defenses of Galam, though fiendish scouts have been spotted along the south of the island, perhaps searching for Max, or for his goal. Derrik is known, even here, as a particularly capable, if shady merchant. He doesn't hold a fixed shop, but offers other means of contact."
: "I see..." the rogue said. "No mention of what means those are, by any chance? I've got a couple words for him."
: "Not that I could discover, no. I would guess that Derrik may serve as a supplier to some of the more exotic shops in the town; perhaps more can be learned from them."
: "I'll keep that in mind," Dicem said. "Anything else?"
: "I wonder," Sorel says, "Have you given any further thought to Graigus's request? I understand that our mission may nearly be done, but if it is not, I fear we may not return to the island for some time. I doubt he would get another chance."
: "I've been thinking about it, yeah," Dam said. "It's about a week and a half from here to his temple, I believe. He's put up with a lot from me; when we're done, I'm going to escort him there. I figure it's the least I can do."
Sorel's eyes crease in a faint smile.
: "That will be all, then, unless there is something you wish to discuss."
: "Actually... I wanted to ask you something," the rogue said, crossing his arms. "What are you doing if we're done here? Following the half-Vandal?"
The old man opens his mouth to speak, but shakes his head.
: "There is a place I want to visit, on Parmecia, before I do much more in the way of questing. But no, I won't be following Ignatius to slay his father."
: "Heh... you surprise me, old man," the rogue said, smirking. "I would have thought that such a 'noble endeavor' would be right up your alley."
Sorel's smile mirrors Dam's, but there is sadness in his eyes.
: "They are noble endeavors for other men. Younger men. I am tired, moreso with each passing day. This... endeavor will be my last, I think."
: "Mmm... it's funny, because I was thinking the same thing. Stabbing devils doesn't quite have the same appeal it used to; maybe it's time I quit."
: "Time to find other things to stab, or to quit stabbing altogether?"
: "Heh... I don't know," Dam said.
Sorel exhales a syllable of laughter.
: "You have time, still, to find the answer. Be grateful for that, if nothing else; be the rare man who treasures time in plenty, instead of he who laments it in rarity." The old man turns to depart, his staff scraping slowly against the ground.
: "Hey, Sorel," Dam said, "You should come with me, at least to Graigus' temple. He likes you, you know."
Sorel stops and speaks, back to Dam.
: "That, I think, is an endeavor worth the undertaking."

Posted by: Alpha Mon Oct 02, 2006 10:09 am
After consulting breifly with various people, Tanis decided it was time to get a decent set of armour. After a quick inspection on what's available, he decides on an slightly enchanted and extremely light suit of breastplate. Paying for most of it using the party fund, Tanis uses some of his personal money to pay for it too.
((Buys a set of Mithral Breastplate +1. Total cost: 5,200. 4,200 from the part fund, 1,000 from Tanis' pocket.))
Right then, he thinks to himself. That's one item taken care of. Just three left now. And with that, he decides to walk around the new city, taking in the sights.
((Oooh, and there's this too:
))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:48 pm
Coventry wanders the half-finished city with a distant expression on his face. He stops occasionally to make a few purchases but otherwise seems to have no aim in mind. ((Purchases to be posted once Arc posts the money handed out to those of us not using the party fund.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Oct 02, 2006 7:41 pm
((The total amount of money received from the end of the gate battle until now is 1223 per person; it may be higher once I know for sure whether or not Kayla took the short sword.)) Sorel finds Graigus alone, practicing in solitude. He watches the monk work for a moment, speaking up only during an apparent break in the routine.
"Does rest factor into the path to enlightenment?"
"There will be time for rest tonight," the monk said, executing a flurry of blows with his staff, tossing it into the air before leaping skyward. Two more strikes hit an imaginary opponent, seconds before the dwarf took to the air, grabbing the falling staff and balancing on it for a split second.
"Will there?" Sorel asks after the dwarf comes to earth. "What makes you so sure?"
"I'm sure Mr. Dicem is going to go on and on again tonight," Graigus stated, sighing. "I never have anything to contribute in the meetings, so I might as well sleep."
"What kind of contribution do you wish to make?" Sorel asks.
"Any, I guess," the dwarf sighed. "I just... I feel like all I'm good for is bashing heads in. Maybe I should have just stayed home, did what my father wanted me to do..."
"Which was?"
"The same thing every other dwarf does... learns to use an axe, smiths metal, carves stone..."
"How does what you think of as an inability to contribute to tactical discussion hamper what you see as your goals as a monk?"
"I... I don't know, I just want to be more useful," the monk said, looking up sadly. "I'm supposed to be getting better at everything, not just fighting, right? But I can't... I'm not... I'm useless outside of a fight..."
"What have you tried and failed to do outside of battle?"
"I... nothing really, I guess, besides drinking every once in a while... not exactly a big achievement."
"When you train, you push yourself, yes? You attempt things that are difficult for you in the hopes of becoming better at them. Doesn't it stand to reason, then, that you must do the same here?"
"But what would I do?" the dwarf asked. "I'm not all that smart, like you or Mr. Dicem... and I'm not a people person, like Kria or Ombligo..."
Sorel smiles faintly.
"You have a great strength of resolve within you, to have come so far on a path so steadily opposed. Resolve takes many forms. Will. Serenity. Wisdom. You have these to offer. What's more, such wisdom accumulates in the open mind. Dam's intellect, Kria's personality, these are powerful things, but they are far more difficult to deepen than what you have."
"I... I guess..." he said, still confused. "I wish Master Quialis was here..."
"You will see him very soon, I hope." Sorel says. "After our task is complete Dam wishes to accompany you to see him."
"Really? But... but why?"
"I cannot say for certain, but I think Dam feels some measure of responsibility for seeing your desire brought to a full end after all you have done to expedite our journey, and his initial refusal." Sorel smiles faintly. "I would like very much travel alongside the two of you."
"That would be great!" he said, standing up quickly. "You'd like it a lot there... there are trees everywhere, and it's quiet, and Lunauga can find a nice place to stay in the day and... and... I'm sorry..."
((Sense Motive 27: Graigusi s ridiculously excited.))
"There is no need to apologize for your excitement, Graigus. Just be mindful to temper it against that which is still left to be done," Sorel said, his smile widening.
"Right, right... I won't let you down!" he said. "Thank you, Sorel... I'm going to go find Mr. Dicem now!"
Sorel's face brightens as he watches Graigus depart, and he leaves not long after, his step and expression more energetic than they had been before.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 02, 2006 9:56 pm
Gilliam halts in front of a tinker's store, a particular item catching his eye. Wordlessly he dumps his gold onto the shopkeep's counter and points to the weapon. The dwarf examines the gold critically, counting each piece. Then he grins and hands the weapon over, using both hands to carry the massive weapon. Gilliam takes his prize and walks off, leaving his original weapon behind in exchange for some of the gold.
((Dropped nearly all my gold to upgrade from a Baradyne BC-5 Chaingun to a V-99 Firestorm Minigun.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Oct 02, 2006 10:52 pm
Kayla walks about the city on her own for a while, until she comes upon a weapons shop that catches her eye. She steps into the shop and looks around for a while. After finding what she is looking for, she points out a bow, and various arrows that she is interested in. The owner places the bow and the quiver full of various types of arrows on the counter. In turn, Kayla sets the exact amount she owes on the counter. While he is counting the gold, the Rogue takes her purchased items. Once the owner is done counting the gold, Kayla smiles slightly and walks out of the store.
[Kayla purchases the following items:
+1 Mighty Composite Shortbow (+1 Str) - 2450 gold
4 Normal arrows - 4 silver
4 Fire arrows - 188 gold
4 Frost arrows - 188 gold
4 Shock arrows - 188 gold
4 Seeking Arrows - 188 gold
Total Cost - 3202 gold and 4 silver
If there is anything wrong with these purchases, let me know ]

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Oct 03, 2006 2:20 am
((How much IC time are we expecting to stay in Granseal?))

Posted by: FreedomJu Tue Oct 03, 2006 4:16 am
Sorel enters the tavern, and sees Gorrik seated at a table. He sits across from him. "Gorrik?" he asks. "You have a moment?" "Ah, of course I do Sorel." The paladin takes a swig of the ale in his mug. "Wha' can I do fer ye?" "It has come to my attention that you are carrying a secret," Sorel says.
Gorrik puts his mug down and raises an eyebrow curiously. "Oh? Wha' migh' tha' be?"
Sorel shrugs. "I cannot say for certain. I have noticed Ombligo acting oddly around you. Your armor, in particular."
Ah... it appears I have missed much during my meditation, the armor comments to Gorrik with a slight hint of amusement. How will you handle this brother?
The same way I always do Taklinn, by telling him the truth. After all, it's you that wants to talk to more people, isn't it? "Ah, I knew ye would figure ou' tha' there was somthin' goin' on eventually."
If that is your decision brother, I shall stand by it.
Sorel purses his lips, watching the silent dwarf.
"Now Sorel, if I tell ye 'bou' this, ye have te promise tha' ye'll tell no one else. Is tha' understood?" Gorrik looked around cautiously awaiting his reply.
Sorel frowns. "If this is truly a secret of some importance, then I wonder why you are willing to confide in me."
"Well, I've go' no reason no' te trust ye, an' i's more o' a precaution then anythin' else. The las' thin' I want is fer someone like our friendly ol' docter te be tellin' everyone he meets 'bou' i'."
"I can certainly understand that." Sorel says. "Very well."
"Back te the poin'... This armor used te belong te my dear brother, whom I loved very much." Gorrik's eyes closed a little longer than a standard blink, and proceeded to speak...... "Well, ever since his death, I've been usin' this te protect myself, an' it had always fel' like Taklinn was there watchin' over me. Bu' one day I actually started te hear 'im speak te me. An' well... his spiri' now somehow lives on inside this here platemail."
Taklinn's voice suddenly is heard in Sorel's mind as well as Gorrik's. As Ombligo has since discovered.
Sorel blinks. "How did Ombligo discover this?"
"Well, one day Taklinn an' myself were havin' a conversation.... and Ombligo heard my voice, bu' no one else's." Gorrik gave a hearty chuckle before continuing. "An' the li'l guy bein' as curios as he was...... though' tha' I was talkin' te myself. So he investigated. An' eventually we told the young lad."
"You cannot speak to Taklinn as he speaks to you?" Sorel asks, confused.
"Aye, I can, however, I was bein' a li'l careless an' was sayin' some thing's out loud." the dwarf shrugged a little. "So i' was really my own faul'. Bu' I suppose i' doesn' matter to much... As it gave Taklinn someone else te talk to."
However, as I am sometimes prone to, I lapsed into meditation before I could talk to Ombligo any more after that.
"Meditation?" Sorel says, "Is this something you have begun to do since your passing, or a habit carried from life?"
It is a habit from life, though as I am free from mortal concerns such as food I often find myself meditating for days, even weeks or months at a time.
Sorel tilts his head, thinking. "Fascinating..." he stands. "I would like very much to speak at greater length, but for now I must be off. I need to speak to Dam. Farewell."
Farewell wise Sorel, and I look forward to next time.

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Oct 03, 2006 5:01 am
: In the middle of exploring the town, Gorrik notices the hulking mass of stone in the distance, which was easily recognizable as the friendly golem. "Why hello thar!" shouts the Dwarf. "I'm jus' explorin' the town a bi', care te join me?" : Mahler folds his arms across his stony chest as the Dwarf approaches him. Their 'competition' seemed to be going well, and even Ombligo seemed to want in on it. As such, Mahler was pleased to see Gorrik. "I don't see why not. I am not familiar with this... Granseal."
: "Ah, neither am I. I grew up undergroun' after all." Gorrik chuckles like the jovial fellow that he is. "Not only tha' bu' this place seems te still be under a fair bi' o' construction."
: The golem nods. Mahler's voice rumbles a bit in response to Gorrik. His sentiment is more reflective than usual as he regards the city. "That it does. This town seems very new. The massive tower behind it makes me wonder, too..."
: "I'd guess tha' i's all go' somthin' te do with protectin' agains' all these devils we keep runnin' into." The Dwarven Defender let's out a sigh of disapointment. "I wish tha' sor' of thing wasn' needed these days..."
: "Mmm... If it isn't devils, it's renegade nation-states," Mahler adds. "Indeed, I agree. I would prefer peace, and if anything, the incarnations of pure evil could be done without."
: "Aiy, i's always someone or somethin' tryin' te cause problems fer everyone else." Gorrik paused briefly as the two paladins passed through a group of small children playing in the street. "I don' know 'bout you, bu' I'll keep on fightin' 'til there's no need fer those young ones te be worryin'."
: Mahler nods a few times. He had been uneasy as of late about his purpose, but Gorrik's words reminded him of what Artibeus had intended. "You speak truly, Gorrik."
: "Ah, ye know I'm no' sayin' anythin' ye couldn' hear yerself say." Gorrik chuckles mildly. "An' if ye ever find i' hard te say somethin' like tha' jus' think o' all those li'l children who're care free, and jus' wan' te have fun. Jus' thinkin' 'bou' them makes me wan' te take on the entire devil army by myself."
: Mahler smiles. "Right you are." Mahler regards the children once more, continuing to smile and feel oddly warm inside. "Perhaps we should begin exploring?"
: "Tha' sounds like a fine idea." The dwarf looks around briefly. "Ummm... where woul' ye like te go?"
: "Perhaps we could see what the townspeople are doing in their new town?"
: "Works fer me." nodded the dwarf. "Perhaps some o' these folks coul' use a few strong capable hands."
: A large grin crosses Mahler's face. "I'm sure they could. Looks like there's a lot of building and heavy lifting to be done."
: "Tha'd be right up our alley now, wouldn' it?" With that the two set off to try and find those who could use their help.
***************
: "Hello," Graigus said, slipping into a seat near Gorrik. "I saw what you did a few days ago... it was impressive..."
: "Oh, I'm afrai' tha' I'm no' too sure what exac'ly yer talkin' 'bout." Gorrik scratches the back of his neck due to an old nervous habbit. "Thar's been so much te happen these days, tha' I can barely remember all tha' I've done."
: "The... the thing you did, when you hit the ooze monster," he explained. "Your attack was a lot more effective than anything I could do."
: "Ah, tha'. Well, i's a li'l trick we paladins use. Ye see, we ask fer some help from above te get rid o' the things The Ligh', or whichever other diety you worship, doesn' like. Unfourtuna'ly bad paladins can do the same thin'. Smitin' all the goo' things in tha world tha' their dieties don' care for." Gorrik pauses for a second before continuing. "But still yer quite effective in most other ba'les we're in. So ye needn' worry 'bout i' too much. Everyone in our group's gonna be gettin' their momen' te shine. Just ye wai' fer i'."
: "I guess you're right," Graigus said. "Where are you from?"
: "North Cliff." the paladin says with a nod. "I have nothin' bu' the finses' o' memories from growin' up there. And yourself?"
: "A small dwarven village, not too far from here," he said, nodding his thanks as a waitress brought him a drink.
: "I suppose ye'd wan' te be goin' back home fer a visi' then, don' ye?" Gorrik took a large swig from his mug, downing the last of it.
: "I guess... I don't know if Mr. Dicem's going to like that idea, though..."
: "Mmm... Dam doesn' much like takin' us away from our mission. Bu' have ye tried askin' him ye'? Gorrik asked curiously. "Afterall, if we're stayin' here fer a while, ye might be able te get away with it. Aslong as ye can do i' quickly tha' is."
: "Back in Roft, before we found Miss Astrid, I asked him to go see Master Quialis... and he said no," the dwarf sighed.
: "Well, look on the brigh' side. We're pretty darn close te findin' Max. An' once tha's done, ye can go wherever ye'd like to." Gorrik reached out and placed his on Graigus' shoulder.
: "Yeah... I know, but the longer I'm out here, the more I worry about everyone... I should have gone when we were at Galam, when it was just across the water..."
: "Ye need no' worry lad. If there's even one other fellow there half as capable as yerself, then they're bound te be doin' jus' fine." Gorrik looked his fellow dwarf straight in the eyes and gave a warm smile, hoping to cheer him up.
: "I guess all I can do now is try and enjoy my drink," the dwarf said, looking down.

Posted by: Rusty Tue Oct 03, 2006 5:16 am
Sorel stands in the square, seeing Mahler and Ombligo approach from opposite directions. "Come," he calls, "It has been too long since we spoke together, the three of us." *Mahler sees Sorel and smiles. It was true. It had been long since they had lad spoken as a group. As of late, Mahler had felt aloof and out of place. He felt like he related less to the others, and maybe this talk would fix that.*
*Ombligo floats towards Sorel and Mahler, smiling.* Ombligo: "Hey! Umm..." *Looking at Sorel briefly, he turns his glance to Mahler.* Ombligo: "We're pretty sure we know where Max is, Mahler!"
*Mahler pulls back slightly, shocked at the news. He hadn't expected to hear such news so soon. Already, their quest was beginning to see a horizon.* "We do? How do we know? Where is he?
*Ombligo pulls out the reports of Max and Ian, handing them to Mahler.* Ombligo: "The reports that guy made say something about a 'Force Sword' being placed south of Granseal. I'm sure that's where Max would go. Sorel and I talked to some of the townsfolk and they said Max was heading south - but so were the devils..."
*Mahler glosses over the report, trying to take the key points in quickly. Ombligo's use of the words "Force Sword" didn't ring a bell with him, however, and he rubbed his head as he came to its usage in the report.* "Force sword... I'm not so sure I follow..."
Ombligo: "Umm...It was the one he used against Dark Dragon and Darksol. I think it was called the Chaos Breaker or something back then." *Ombligo looks at Sorel briefly.* Ombligo: "We're having a meeting later...I wonder if we'll catch up to him."
"To Max?" Sorel asks. "I have no doubt we will, although perhaps not on the island."
*Mahler suddenly perks up upon hearing of the Chaos Breaker. Artibeus had talked of the holy, religious artifact much in his teachings. The golem had listened and learned well.* "The chaos breaker? It's near? How near? And why here? If it's near this area, then Max must certainly be around!"
Ombligo: "I'm not completely sure...But it can't be too far, right? I mean, they'd probably put it near Granseal if it's that important."
"This is not a large island," Sorel says, "The journey will not be long."
*Mahler thinks to himself, 'hmming' as he does.* "Why near this town? It looks new, so was the Chaos Breaker placed here recently? I know little of this... Granseal. Is there something important you have found about it?"
Sorel points past Mahler, to the tower in the distance. "The town is being built around that tower, it seems. To be honest, I am not sure what is contained there, and why it needs a castle to protect it."
Ombligo: "Yeah, the reports didn't really say why, either...Maybe the King would know."
*The golem nods understandingly, the sound of rocks pressing against one another resounding as he does so.* "It must be important, then... the tower seems fortified enough, however? It would seem odd otherwise, but why protect 'it'? Perhaps there is something more?"
The old man tilts his head. "I cannot say."
*Mahler continues,* "Even if we were to see the king, would he divulge any information on the subject?"
Ombligo: "Well..." *The magic creature slouches downward.* Ombligo: "Probably not...it's important and all...We're just strangers."
"Max will know, I think, once we meet him," Sorel says in an effort to bring some resolution to the matter before looking to Mahler. "You have been especially quiet of late."
*A gravelly sigh is emitted from the golem.* "Every day I feel less like I understand everyone else, and less like I fit in. Perhaps... perhaps Coventry is right about me..."
Sorel winces and shakes his head. "No."
*Mahler looks away for a moment.* "In making me, Artibeus made a weapon of war. I see it in every battle we enter. He did not mean it, but every blow I deal shows me what I am capable of."
"Who are you?" Sorel asks.
*An inquisitive look crosses Mahler's face.* "I am Mahler."
Sorel repeats the phrase to the golem, drawing out the first two words. "I... am... Mahler. Self-perception. Self-awareness. Self-determination. When Artibeus created you, he made something far greater and more worthwhile than a mere weapon. He created a mind, a soul. He made life. The charge upon you is to live that life in pursuit of good, for others. This is the charge upon all sentients. To fulfill it is what you are capable of. No less."
"Hmmm... you are right. Maybe sometimes the only way to stop a destructive force is to fight back with a force of your own," *the golem says contemplatively.*
"And what, then, is the defeatism that burdens you, if not a destructive force, a poison to your soul?" Sorel asks. "And what, then, can you do, if not meet it with force in kind."
*Ombligo rubs his shell in confusion.* Ombligo: "Mahler, I thought you couldn't be poisoned?"
*Mahler shakes his head* "I feel a disconnect with humanity at times. I will deal with it in time... and every day I continue to exist. One cannot help but wonder if there is another solution than violence. But, I suppose, again devils, what other option is there?"
"Why are you disconnected?" Sorel counters. "No connection exists without effort made to build and maintain it. If one withdraws, one becomes withdrawn, and it becomes yet another force that must be overcome. Remember that their well-being is your ultimate end. Remember that their good is your good. Remember that you are more alike than different. Remember that."
*Mahler turns to Ombligo and smiles. Ombligo always had a childish insight that one could not help but enjoy.* "No, Ombligo. Mundane poisons may not hurt me, but what Sorel is talking about is a metaphorical poison. Think about what a poison does."
Ombligo: "Oooooh...Okay." *He says, understanding now.*
*Mahler returns to his conversation with Sorel. He nods again. Sorel reminded him much of Artibeus. The good intentions and the insight into the world. In his years he had seen much, and Mahler knew he could trust the druid.* "Yes... to protect those who cannot protect themselves. That is what is important. To be strength for those who have none... and to become distant from them and to not understand them is to pull them up the cliff with grease on my hands..."
"To save and not understand is to trade their fall for your own." Sorel responds.
*Mahler shifts in his place.* "Your advice is always appreciated and insightful. You have helped me much, but certainly we have more to discuss than me."
Sorel frowns. "What do you mean?"
*Mahler withdraws slightly at Sorel's expression.* "Oh... we had started by discussing Max, the Chaos Breaker, and this town. I thought this talk about my state was a digression."
"I had considered the topic closed," Sorel says, "Given that we had already stated what little we knew and shied from speculation. You have done very well in battle of late," Sorel remarks, changing the subject.
Mahler: "Thank you. Your own tactics have been brilliant as well. The fire elementals were a nice touch."
"Born of necessity more than anything else," Sorel notes. "I had not asked for much in the way of fire magic, given our tendency to fight devils."
Ombligo: "Yeah...Some of them are pretty good at dodging my Lightning Bolts, too...I guess I need to be faster."
*Mahler perks up at Ombligo's observation* "Speaking of our enemies' strangely increased abilities, I have noticed they have hit a lot harder recently as well. I don't believe I have ever felt that much punishment."
"It is curious that we face progressively more powerful foes the further our journey progresses. It suggests a very chaotically arranged army." Sorel says.
Mahler: "Or perhaps we have an enemy who is beginning to take us seriously?"
Ombligo: "Well...I think the first battle was pretty rough...Tanis fell and you almost....No, I guess we're just getting used to fighting them, and they're also pulling out new tricks."
Sorel clicks his tongue. "I had not considered that, Mahler. Ombligo, that was more a matter of circumstance than anything else," Sorel continues.
*Ombligo looks down for a minute, then back at the reports.* Ombligo: "Oh, I should probably go inform the rest about the meeting."
Sorel nods. "There is more for me to do as well." He looks to each of them. "Farewell."

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Oct 03, 2006 6:45 am
"You're looking better, now that a mass of nothingness isn't trying to destroy you," the rogue said to the paladin. The paladin returns the comment with an light 'heh', replying "I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment, but thank you anyways."
"You're a big reason it's dead now; you should be proud of yourself," he said. "Lord knows I couldn't have taken it down."
Gail shakes her head at the leader's praise. "Though it is true I was helpful, Sorel and Mahler were much more impressive than I. And don't sell yourself short; you've been more than competent in many other situations...Just not that one."
Yeah, well... that's assuming I keep doing this," Dicem said. "At the very least, I have one more task ahead of me."
"I wish I could say the same..." the paladin comments, eyes staring at the fresh dirt roads before she returns her gaze to the rogue. "You're thinking of leaving your life in the shadows?" Gail asks with a disbelieving smirk.
"I don't know about all that... once a bastard, probably always a bastard, he commented. But at the very least, I think I'll escort Graigus to his temple."
She falls silent at the bastard comment, a slight frown creaseing her face before she perks up at the mention of Graigus's temple. "His temple is near here?"
"Near Roft, actually... a couple days from there, if I understand correctly," he said. "The whole thing was supposed to be a surprise, but, well... it looks like we're almost done, and it doesn't make sense to make a detour now, of all times."
The silver-haired woman nods. "That makes sense. I'm sure he'll enjoy making the trip. As I understand it, he hasn't seen his old master in years." Despite her smile, a pang of guilt settles in her chest, reminding her of her own obligation.
"Yeah... something like that," the rogue said. "Didn't make it easy when he asked to go back in Roft; the poor kid's only with us because he's worried about Chu Rao."
The paladin quirks a silver eyebrow at the mention of Chu Rao. "I don't believe I've heard of him. Should I have?" She adds after a slight pause in the conversation.
"Don't feel bad if you don't know him - I know I don't. He runs with Dava, though... she's one hell of a caster, from what I hear."
Gail's brows lift at Dam's assessment, having not heard of Dava herself, but trusting the rogue's information. "I wasn't aware Graigus had such a powerful tutor. Small wonder he's as good as he is."
"Well, she didn't train him, I don't think, but I'd bet this Chu Rao guy's nothing to sneeze at. But yeah... the kid's something, that's for sure," the rogue smirked.
Gail nods in agreement, and then, attempts to think of something to add. She then turns back to the rogue, asking, "After you've escorted Graigus to his temple...where will you go?"
"I don't know... wherever the wind takes me, I guess," he commented. "I'm sure someone will want to hire me for something before I go back into retirement."
"I see..." Gail says, gving Dam an appraising stare, but feeling comfortable it's only a manner of speech, settles back into a light smile. "It must be hard, being a man of so many talents," she comments, a small bite of playful sarcasm mixed in as her mouth pulls back into a small smirk.
"You have no idea," he said, smirking back. "I suppose I should find him, make sure he's doing alright... sounds like what Sorel would want me to do."
"Then it's most likely a good choice to make," the woman replies, smirk fading to genuine smile.
"Mmm... meeting tonight then, Gail. I'll see you then," Dicem said, departing.
Gail nods to her leader, prefering to stay where she was and watch the construction unfold.

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Oct 04, 2006 1:47 am
: Having made his purchase for the day, Farain left the armory and trotted back out into the streets of Granseal. With nothing really left to do for the day except buy a few minor items, he felt he could put those off until a later time. "Well, I guess I should find something to entertain myself with for a while..." With that, he began walking down a crowded street, looking around. As he approached the tavern he could see Gorrik in the distance. "Oh, there's someone." He raised an arm into the air and waved it at the dwarf. "Hey!"
: The dwarf looks around startled, trying to find where the sound is coming from. "Ah, Farain. I was wonderin' who was shoutin' there."
: He approached the dwarf and gave him a nod, looking to the door of the tavern. "Everyone's gone their separate way for the moment, so I didn't think I'd find anyone for a while. Guess I got lucky. Heading to the tavern?"
: "Actually, I was jus' leavin'." Gorrik replied, "I jus' had a few drinks with Graigus. I was jus' abou' te get some potions."
: He nodded again. "Do you mind if I tag along for a bit? I was going to get some later on, but if you don't mind, I could pick them up now."
: "I'd love te have some company lad." Chuckled the paladin, very much like he always does. "An' if I'm no' mistaken... the potion shop shoul' be down this way."
: "Great!", Farain said contently. "Have you heard anything about a meeting of some sort? It seems that everytime we get to a new town there's one."
: "I hadn' heard abou' one this time 'round. However, I can' say I wasn' expectin' one te happen eventually." The dwarven Defender merely shrugged.
: He nodded silently, continuing to walk towards the shop. "Now what happens? I talked to Gail on the way here, and it seems that this could be our last stop."
: "Tha's wha' most of us are hopin' fer." Gorrik paused before continuing "Bu' le's jus' focus on findin' Max first."
: "That should be interesting." Farain let out a small sigh, though. "I can't say that I'm completely excited about it, though. I wouldn't mind continuing on a bit."
: "Well," Gorrik had an idea "I know tha' regardless o' wha' happens with Max. I'm still goin' te be travelin' around the world, tryin' te make i' a safer place for everyone. Whether i's by myself, with our whole group here, or even with Max himself. So if i's adventure ye wan', yer always welcome along with me."
: "I'll think about your offer. I know that when it's all over, I don't think I'll return to ribble just yet. After being in Galam, there are people who need help after the devil attacks. I think I could be useful in a situation like that, y'know?" The centaur said quietly.
: "Indeed, folks like us are needed all over the place. Ye shoul' go wherever ye feel ye should be." Gorrik smiles before continuing, "Jus' do wha' you think ye should be doin' in yer heart. Chances are i' knows exactly where ye shoul' be."
: He gave the dwarf a nod. "Before coming on this expedition, did you know anybody? It seemed like a few people had a connection with someone else."
: The dwarf looked down towards his armor before replying. "No, can' say tha' I knew anyone before we started this mission. Yerself?"
: "Well, when I first started out I didn't. But, it turns out that Gail was with us. She and I grew up in Ribble. It was a nice surprise, actually..."
: "Well a familliar face is always a goo' thing." Gorrik slowed down as they approached the shop. "Oh, I think this is wha' we were lookin' fer."
: Farain stopped and looked at the Dward. "Indeed it is. I just need to pick up a potion or two and then that should be all. I'll probably be on my way after that. I want to look around the city some more."
: "Don' le' me stop ye." the Dwarf said with a chuckle.
((Gorrik buys a 2 potions of CMW and 1 potion of CSW. He pays for them with the money that he had left over from the beginning of the game. Leaving him with 150 gold for himself.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Oct 04, 2006 2:44 am
"Caelai!" The Doctor exclaims with a grin, speaking in near perfect elvish, "Air car shael thas sai jhyl moli jhar shi myji." Astrid frowns, looking up from her spellbook and speaking in common, "What do you want?" Her eyes narrow, "More games? More lies?"
The Doctor rubs his head ruefully, "Sar shar oli..." He chuckles, holding up his hands, "Shaer, tardi sai..." Then, he sighs, "On, eilol. Sor sosti Ai't thys vaer syl."
"Your antics do not amuse me." The wizardess examines him darkly, "What do you want?"
The Doctor holds up the rod that hangs at his side, "Ai syl o tol ver sor sai shaeraes iari sai ti."
"It pains me to hear one such as you speak the tongue of my ancestors." Astrid replies coldly, looking over the rod, "Please stop."
"I live to serve." The Doctor replies with a nod, "I originally pur..." He bites his lip, stifling some amusement.
Astrid arches an eyebrow but does not question his actions, instead taking the rod and examining it closely, "Yes, this would be useful."
The Doctor nods, "I purchased it for 3,000 gold pieces." He smiles, "I'll sell it to you for 2,000 since I'm such a gentleman."
Astrid rolls her eyes, speaking sarcastically, "You are too kind..."
The Doctor grins, "Doing the math?"
The wizardess glances up, "I've already calculated the odds of my locating a similar rod at a lower price." She looks at him warily, "I'll accept your deal....however, if I discover that anything is amiss with it..."
"Of course I'll return your gold." The Doctor interrupts, shaking his head, "How could you question me?"
Astrid makes no reply, merely taking out a pouch and counting out the agreed upon sum of gold. She then hands it to the Doctor, "There."
The Doctor takes the pouch and bows in a over dramatic manner, "A pleasure doing business with you."
Astrid rolls her eyes, looking back down at her spellbook, "The pleasure was all yours, I'm certain..."
The Doctor shrugs and turns away, waving back over his shoulder, "Thasaerdaer!"
...
The Doctor purchases a ring of sustenance and a ring of counterspells.

Posted by: Rusty Wed Oct 04, 2006 3:55 am
*Ombligo continues floating about in Granseal, looking for other allies. Floating near the shops, Ombligo sees a familiar face out of the corner of his eye.* Ombligo: "Hey! Gorrik, over here!" "Oh, hello there Ombligo." The paladin replied as he approached the floating jellyfish, "How's yer visi' te Granseal so far?"
Ombligo: "Umm, it's interesting. I've never seen a partially built town before. They're always complete when I visit them."
"Indeed, I've never been te one my...." Gorrik broke off in mid sentance as Gilliam came into view with a particularly large weapon. "Oiy! Gilliam, Wha' is tha' thin'?!"
"It's a V-99 minigun. A vast improvement from the old Baradyne model I was toting around," Gilliam says, displaying the weapon. "Approximately twice the firepower."
Ombligo: "Where did you get that?!" *The magic creature curiously floats around the weapon, gazing at it from all angles.*
Gilliam: "A tinker had one for sale. It was a lucky find."
"Bu' couldn' ye jus' ask Stoltz te make ye one of thoe things?" The dwarf asked.
Gilliam looks at the dwarf for a moment. "This is a V-99 Firestorm in excellent condition. It has multiple aircooled barrels, can hook into my powerplant instead of a battery to power the spin, and could empty my entire ammunition reserves in short order due to its rate of fire. It's a precision machine and, skilled though he is, I doubt Stoltz has the skills to manufacture such a weapon."
*Ombligo rubs his shell, not comprehending most of what Gilliam is talking about.*
Gilliam sighs. "This weapon is better than what Stoltz makes, Ombligo."
The dwarf has probably never been more confused in his life, and scratches his head before replying. "Righ'... So i's over Stoltz's head then?"
Gilliam: "Effectively."
Ombligo: "Ooh. Well, I don't know. I never see him make any weapons, but I'll take your word for it. Oh, by the way, Sorel wanted me to gather you guys and everyone else for a meeting we're going to have soon."
Gorrik: "Ah, I was wai'in' te find ou' when we were te have one."
Gilliam: "Where is this meeting?"
Gorrik: "I'd guess it'd be his room, or the tavern... either way. We should head te the inn." With that the three set off for the meeting.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Oct 04, 2006 5:16 am
((Colors are pending; this is just so Marine can post.)) As always, Dicem sits away from the others, waiting for the members of his group to gather. However, unlike other times, his eyes seem to have a sad, almost longing look to them, as if remembering old times.
The Doctor steps into the room, humming to himself quietly.
"Alright... I think that's everyone," he said, finally, snapping out of his reverie to scan the faces. "First things first... information for the group. Sorel, I already spoke to you; Ombligo, what do you have to report?"
*The magic creature chimes in.* Ombligo: "Well...to put it bluntly, Sorel and I think we know where Max is heading."
"Then enlighten everyone else; we're on pins and needles," the rogue commented sarcastically.
Langston looked curiously at the ominous Ombligo, twitching his nose passively as he did so. He would have tugged at his hair, but that would have been a cliche. His furry eyebrows raised expectantly as the creature spoke.
Gorrik steriotypical chuckles out loud.
*Ombligo glares at Dicem before continuing.* Ombligo: "Sources say Max is heading south. What's south of here, you might ask? The Force Sword, the legendary Chaos Breaker!"
"The Chaos Breaker is here?? On this island???" Gilliam asks.
Ombligo: "Yes!" *The magic creature chirps.* Ombligo: "I'm not really sure why, but it was placed near Granseal after Max and Ian defeated Darksol."
Ombligo: "Unfortunately, we also heard reports that some devils have snuck past Galam and are also heading south..."
"Kind of an odd place to put somethin' so valuable," he commented absently. "Well of course they are. They're like rats on the hunt for cheese and scraps, nippin' at everyone's heels."
He paused, biting his front teeth into his lip. "Uh..."
"Granseal is built around an ancient temple," Dicem interjected, responding to Langston. "Whatever's in there probably needs protecting, or we need protecting from it; makes sense to keep a powerful weapon nearby to aid with that. As it is, a lot of Ian's group settled here and in Yeel."
"Guess if anyone's gonna be around it might as well be those guys. Hunh," he replied.
"Mmm... I'm going to want to meet with a few people tomorrow, actually; possibly even the King, if my letter got to him."
*Ombligo interjects.* Ombligo: "But...we're so close! Can we really afford to put off another day?"
"Normally, I'd just barrel on - after all, it's only a day's difference, right?" Walking across the room slowly, he said "However... we have a couple more things to think about."
Coventry looks up suddenly from his humming, "Are you sure you want to do that?" He frowns, "I've heard he's rather slow...and fat..." The a grin crosses his face, "Just your type."
Langston scratched at the cuffs of his worn green tunic in curiousity, wondering what exactly those things were and if any of them would be good news.
Ignoring Coventry, the orange-haired youth continued. "For one... if they're sending Devils after Max himself, chances are they won't be run-of-the-mill ones. We're going to need to prepare properly. Second... Nosshu'll have some important information - this I can guarantee," he said, counting off each point on a finger.
"And third... I want to try and get in touch with the only man who's jackassery could outdo either mine or Coventry's - our employer, Derrik Swiftjoke. If we're this close, we need to know where we're bringing him and what else needs to be done."
"So your argument is that we need time to prepare?" Gilliam asks. "Because I seem to recall that not working out too well last time."
The Doctor frowns. "Hey now! Speak for yourself, I'm not a jack ass at all."
Ombligo: "Hey! Our primary objective here is to find Max, right?"
"Wrong!" Coventry exclaims, "It's to get paid."
Gorrik quickly brings his hand over his mouth to prevent any laughter to become audible.
"Right, right... you're a bastard, Coventry" the rogue commented dryly.
"There nothin' we can do for Max then?" Langston asked blankly. "Feel like someone ought to try to warn him...if those devils are going the same way it's gonna be problematic for him."
"As for what you said, Gilliam... depending on what needs to be done, we may not need all of tomorrow before we can depart. But I definitely need to speak to Nosshu before we go."
"I was hoping Lunauga wouldn't mind sending him a heads up; I'll discuss it with the big bird later, of course."
He nodded, satisfied. "Only other option would be someone skilled enough to avoid the devils and ride or run like the flippin' wind," he added, laughing just a little.
"What exactly needs to be done?" Gilliam asks. "And I thought Mr. Swiftjoke was quite clear on what we were to do."
"Yeah, yeah... well, I don't operate exactly on his terms - I do what I need to do. And as for business... I've got mine done, and it seems to me like most of you have as well."
[10:53:23 PM] Arcdragnbreth: "But speaking with the King is the biggest thing on my agenda right now."
*Ombligo throws his tentacles up in frustration.* Ombligo: "Why did Swiftjoke put him in charge?"
"Too bad about the whole diplomacy thing; we could just sneak right in while he's getting ready for bed otherwise. Hey Kingly guy, look, we just need a few minutes there..." he mimicked, waving his arms in front of him anxiously.
"Not quite," the rogue murmured, smirking.
"Yeah, didn't think so either..."
"You don't operate on his terms? What are you going to do, try and haggle the price before you tell him?"
"Why did he put me in charge, you ask? To piss off magical seafood," Dicem said, obviously amused. "And Gilliam... I told Ian that I'd ensure Max's safety, and I intend to do just that. Truth be told, I've had a hankering to summon him for a while now."
"How do you intend to do that?"
((DragonmasterDon1: "Probably with some materia and an unnecessary CG cutscene."))
Ombligo: "I'm not seafood! I don't even breath in water!" *The magic creature responds in anger.* Ombligo: "And where is Swiftjoke anyway? Isn't there any way to contact him???"
"I'm a resourceful man, Gilliam... and releasing trade secrets is strictly forbidden," Dicem said. "And not anything obvious, Ombligo... he's supposed to be checking on us, but if he has I haven't seen him."
"Think somethin' happened to the guy?" Langston interjected. "You'd think he'd wanna make sure things were goin' well otherwise."
"It's the annoying ones that live the longest, Langston... hence the reason I haven't been successfully gutted yet," Dam said.
"Sorel must be REALLY annoying then." Coventry remarks.
He chuckled. "Know the feelin. But he doesn't have to be dead for somethin' to be wrong either. Coulda found himself a pretty lady and gave up on the whole thing; coulda been smacked with a fryin' pan and left passed out in an alley somewhere too."
"How long do you intend to wait for the merchant?" Gilliam asks.
"If I don't get a hold of him or at least get confirmation that he's appearing soon, we're gone. And after we finish here, I'm going to see if Nosshu got my letter."
*His tentacles crackling with electricity, Ombligo glares at Coventry.* Ombligo: "Don't start..."
"This is foolish. We should move out now, while we have a lock on his position," Gilliam says. "The man moves a lot. He might not even come back to town after he finds what he seeks!"
"Sorel must be REALLY annoying then." Coventry remarks.
"He might just Egress back to wherever and bypass us completely. Then we're back to square one!"
"Gilliam... all that knowledge, but you're not using it," Dicem said. "Do you think I'm going to wait until morning to check on anything? I'm doing it when we're done here."
"Come to think of it, that Max guy...he's gotta know the devils'll be on his trail anyway," Langston added, scratching his chin.
"And I say we should leave now. As soon as possible. It's not that far to the shrine."
"I will stay behind to make contact with Derrik," Sorel says, "So that the rest of you may move out."
Coventry looks sadly at Sorel, "I'll miss you."
"So you want to leave tonight, Gilliam? Is that right?" Dicem asked, still smirking.
Ombligo: "Right! If we hang around here much longer he'll be gone."
"Yes. It seems the best choice. We're all rested and have adequate supplies for such a short journey."
"I concur, if we hope to reach Max we should leave as quickly as possible." Astrid adds with a slight frown to Sorel, "Are you certain that you need remain behind?"
Sorel ignores the doctor. "I agree with Gilliam; I do not think it wise to slow down now, when we are closest in our pursuit. Even a day's delay could put Max a continent away."
"Fine. Gail and Sorel will lead you; I want Graigus with me as well. I'm going to see Nosshu before we leave - it's something I need to do."
"Do you all want to dismiss now, then, or do you have more than you need to say?"
Coventry shakes his head, looking at the dwarven monk, "...watch out for corruption." He slams a hand on the table, "If someone touches you where you'd rather not be touched, deck them." He shakes his head, "That's all the advice I have for you now."
"So you're staying and we're leaving? Very well."
"Maybe I should run ahead..." he spoke absently, pondering the thought as he did so.
"Lunauga can stay behind as well, if you need a messenger." Sorel suggests.
"I like the way you think," Dicem said. "At most, I don't expect to be more than an hour or two behind you all. You're dismissed; get your things together and get going, then."
=====
"Here's hoping it went over well," Dicem muttered to Graigus, as the two approached the castle gates. "Excuse me... I'm here to see King Nosshu; I left a message for him earlier today."
"Yes, he's expecting you. Go on in," the guard says, nodding.
The half formed castle's audience hall is small, still under construction, but still fairly grand. A fat man sits on the throne. He wears robes and a crown, but seems uncomfortable in the finery. When Dam enters, he grins, but acts quick to suppress it and look proper.
"Your Highness... is there somewhere we can speak privately?" the rogue asked, grinning. "I bear good tidings and news I expect you'd like to hear, sir."
"Of course... Guards, leave us for the time being," the King replies, snapping his fingers. The guards quietly withdraw to side rooms.
After looking around to make sure no one was around, Dicem began to laugh openly. King Nosshu... now that's one hell of a scam, you fat bastard!" Dicem said. "How the hell'd you pull it off?"
His jaw dropping, Graigus stood stunned at Dam's words and behavior. "Mr. Dicem... that's the king!"
"I don't know... They kinda forced me into it," Nosshu says, shrugging. "I really didn't think a theif would make a great king... but they were all so insistent... Odd."
"And I didn't think the boss would be a hero fighting alongside Ian. Guess we're both getting it good, right?"
"The world is a strange place now," Nosshu says with another shrug. "This wasn't how I expected to get rich."
"I know the feeling," Dam said, glancing back and the utterly confused dwarf. "Right... Nosshu, this kid's one of mine - right now I'm running a little errand that brings me to your neck of the woods. Graigus, this is King Nosshu; he and I go back a ways, to working in Ruburan's gang. I had to see him before we finish, if only for old time's sake."
The monk attempted to speak, but could only stand still as stone, unsure of what to believe.
"Nosshu," the rogue said, his voice more serious, "things are getting bad out there. Derrik Swiftjoke hired me to look for Max, and right now my people are headed to the shrine. Anything I need to know?"
"Er... Well, that's where the Cha... Where the Force Sword is. The Jewels of Light and Evil are there too."
"Huh... didn't know about the family jewels," the rogue said, grinning slightly before returning to a more serious tone. "Hey... how have the boss and the boys been since I left? I know the Kysha thing didn't go over well for anyone else..."
"I don't know, Ruburan and the others have all but disappeared from the face of the earth," Nosshu says, shaking his head.
"That's not a good thing," he muttered, shaking his head. "Look... I don't think I'm staying out of retirement long after this, but watch yourself. I'll drop you a line from time to time; call me if you need something. I don't care if you're a king or a criminal; if things are going down, I'm your man. I still owe you and the rest of the boys."
"Thanks," Nosshu says, grinning. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Oh, two more things before I go," Dam said. "One... you know of any way to get in touch with Swiftjoke?"
"The merchant lord? No... Not really. I've dealt with him in the past, but he always seems to just appear when I intend to try and find him for something."
"Mmm... I'll keep that in mind, I guess," Dam said. "And the other thing... you know if a guy named Lew's been hanging around here as of late? He's an info guy; might not be bad to set something up with him."
"I'll keep an eye out for him."
"Thanks. I'll keep in touch," the rogue said, giving a mock bow as he turned and left, the monk on his heels. "You're doing well for yourself, Nosshu... keep it up. It's about time one of us did something right for a change."
"I'm trying!" the king says with a wave as Dam leaves.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed Oct 04, 2006 5:31 am
The group departs immediately, but halts as something catches Sorel's eye. He recognizes a winged flying woman as Aelisnyx, the devil commander the force had encountered in Hassan, touching down, intent on holding parley. : "My greetings to you, seekers of the hero. I arrive to formally request your surrender."
Sorel narrows his eyes. "Aelisnyx."
: "You remember me. I'm flattered Sorel."
Langston's nose immediately sets to work as he glares around.
"Devil bitch," Gilliam snarls.
"Manners, manners, tin man!" Aelisnyx scolds. "Your entire world couldn't handle us. What chance do you have in your timeworn armor?"
"She's not lyin' when she says 'us,' either..." Langston chimed, making his sniffing sound clearly audible.
: "Easy as it would be to crush you, you have shown worth and power... Power that would be better served working for rather than against us. But joining isn't for everyone... We can respect that, in truth. All we REQUIRE is that you give up this search and renounce your employer."
"Or those carefully hidden archers behind you will slay us," Sorel counters contemptuously. "Stand aside, fiend."
"Is that your ultimate reply?" Aelisnyx asks. "After all... Even if you best us, how many will survive? How many will be maimed? Your magic will not prevail over death as ours can. Even if your band survives, any of you might die. You are not invincible."
"No soldier is invincible, we all might die at any time," Gilliam responds. "Why should this be any different?"
"And your hollow life of hedonistic servitude is no more worthwhile than the grave," Sorel responds, "But the time for talk has passed. Tip your hand."
"Hedonistic? It's the Devil ARMY. We're not that philandering Demon Horde. We have rules, regulations, and abide by them," Aelisnyx says, with narrowed eyes. "Do not lump us in with our chaotic rabble of brethern again. But very well..."
Langston set himself, not waiting for the outcome of the conversation.
Aelisnyx snaps her fingers and Devils suddenly appear all over the area, teleported in an instant. Aelisnyx herself vanishes and reappears farther back behind her forces. She calls out, "If any of you wish to actually survive... You might throw down your weapons and give the sign of surrender during the battle."
"Unlikely," Gilliam mutters, his gun whirring to life.
Langston drew Broderbund, shaking his head.
http://gh.ffshrine.org/soundtracks/1755/822
As the talk concludes, Sorel shouts orders even as his form changes.
: "Warriors, form a circle around the casters! Astrid and Alastor, cast your support spells! Ombligo, Tanis, be mindful that these are devils and hit as many of them as you can!" His fingers stretch out and web with brown leathery flesh as he hurtles into the air with a batlike screech.
((Wildshape into Hunting Bat, AC 31. Fly 30' up. Wildshaping won't provoke an AoO, but the flying might.))

Posted by: Alpha Wed Oct 04, 2006 1:22 pm
"Right," Tanis mutters. "Devils. That means no fire this time." Then, louder, he says. "I don't have too many effective area spells, but this should do just fine." Taking a step up, he quickly mutters an arcane chant, and a powerful bolt of electricity roars from his fingertips, hitting the three bearded devils and the two harpies.
[Cast sudden empowered Lightning Bolt
I rolled a 12, 13 and 16 for SR for the Barbazus. Not sure if they're needed for the harpies. That equates to 19, 20 and 25 for SR checks.
Damage: (7d6)*1.5 + 4 = (1 1 2 3 2 4 4)* 1.5 + 4 = 29
Reflex save DC19 for half damage]
((AIM is a bitch for damage sometimes.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Oct 04, 2006 2:31 pm

QUOTE
((Ignore this, it just came to my attention that no one really knew that Morgan was a Necromancer. Finally had a good taunt, such a waste. )) The Doctor frowns slightly, shaking his head sadly as he turns to face Aelisnyx, "It truly is a pity that our necromancer decided to part company with us..." He adjusts his glasses cooly, "He would have had a great deal of fun with your corpse."
Astrid stares at Coventry with revulsion, "How... How could you..." Her eyes narrow, her next words low, "You're no different than a demon."
"Come now..." The Doctor chuckles as he weaves magic in the air, "I'm much better looking than most demons." A surge of joy flows through the group, granting them a stronger will to oppose the enemy before them.

The Doctor chuckles as he weaves magic in the air. A surge of joy flows through the group, granting them a stronger will to oppose the enemy before them.
[Auto-defensive Cast]
[Elation - 8 Rounds]
Astrid takes a step back and pulls her new rod from her belt. Holding it high, she speaks words of power and outlines precise symbols in the air.
[5 Ft Step to below Tanis]
[Extended Haste - 16 Rounds]
[Farain, Gail, Gorrik, Kayla, Kria, Lang, Mahler, Sorel]
She then glances at the enemy across the waters with a worried frown.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Oct 04, 2006 5:19 pm
As the spellcasters gesture and speak, invoking their various powers, one uniform thing happens: nothing. Every single spell cast fizzles as soon as it is completed.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:36 pm
Coventry blinks as the channeled magical energy fades away, then he chuckles sheepishly, "Spells don't seem to be working too well." He adjusts his glasses, speaking scholarly, "You know, humanity has a great and honorable tradition of tactical withdrawal..."
Astrid frowns, "You mean run away?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Oct 04, 2006 9:36 pm
"Activating wide area effect beam," Gilliam mutters as he steps forward, provoking a glaive jab that lodges in an unarmored spot. Gilliam swiftly recovers from the attack and his chest opens up to fire the devastating laser cannon once more.
((26 damage to the Golems, Devil Soldiers, and one Barbazu and Mist. The Evil Monk evades, as does two of the Mist Demons. Current position:North of Coventry.))
Ignatius appears to be concentrating hard, but a glaive sails over his head and he loses his train of thought.
((Combat casting failed. Lost one use of Poison.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Oct 04, 2006 9:46 pm
Laughing almost hysterically at how bleak things seemed, the rat turned on his heels and hit the ground in a roll. As he did so he moved about the demon in relative ease before using the palm of his left hand to shove his body back to the sky, twisting about to cut into the Barbazu as he did so before landing with ease. The position was precarious as it was and not one he particularly cared for, but at least the mountains were to his back. There was no safe space; only one they had yet to create. The rogue could only hope more of his allies would press northward like those beginning their movements already.
((Move 5' east, 10' north
Tumble was a natural 20 to the Barbazu and 11 + 19 = 30 to the possessed Galam guard's AoO.
Attack Roll: 12 + 5 [Bab] + 6 [Dex] + 2 [Flank] + 1 [Weapon] -4 [Def] = 22
Rapier: 2 + 1[Wpn] = 3
SS = 10
Total = 13
Fighting defensively, dodge to the Barbazu. AC to Barbazu 28, everything else 27))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Oct 04, 2006 9:59 pm
Kayla growls under her breath, and pulls a flask from her pouch. She had no intention of surrendering, not in the slightest. A grin spreads across her face and she tosses the flask into the empty space between the four devils not too far from her. It breaks on contact with the ground, and splashes its contents on them. The damage isn't much, but it stings nonetheless.
"Kayla, take my old position. You'll only have attacks coming at you from one direction then," Gilliam instructs.
"Roger."
Kayla moves where Gilliam had once been, being careful as she does so.
[Kayla throws the flask of Anarchy Water into the space between the two Golems, the Devil Soldier, and the Barbazu. They all take 3 damage. Kayla moves to Gilliam's old space (Tumble: 16 + 15 = 31. Passed.)]

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Oct 05, 2006 2:26 am
Arbeiten stands calmly, spiked chain whirling around his head in slow circles. "The metal-man's light spell still works," he noted, "and the druid's shape change. There's got to be a reason the other spells won't work." Action: Full defense.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 05, 2006 3:15 am
Astrid frowns heavily, muttering a curse beneath her breath before speaking up, "There must be a Spell Suppression Sphere in the area! If we can locate and destroy it we will be able to cast as normal."

Posted by: Cyrus Thu Oct 05, 2006 3:58 am
Gail surveyed the sudden battlefield with stern eyes, the situation becoming more grim by the second. No magic mean one of the group's core weapons had been taken away, and in this situation...that, and no one was listening to Sorel's instruction. If this kept going to way it was...it would be fatal for all of them. It was obvious for them to have any chance of virtory, they would have to co-operate. Moving up to take Langston's previous space and striking the devil in front of her, the paladin began to issue orders. She only hoped the others would follow.
"Everyone, follow Sorel's orders. Kria, go airborne and start giving your wands to the casters. Mahler, move next to Arbeiten, and Coventry, take Kria's place. Astrid, behind me; Tanis, next to her. We need to fight together." That said, she scans the field for this...sphere the wizardess was talking about.
[FA the Barbazu. Divine Might.
Attack 1: 1d20(9)+7(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+2(Flank)=21.
Damage: 1d10(6)+2(STR)+6(Might)=14.
Attack 2: 1d20(4)+2(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+2(Flank)=11. ;_;
Damage: 1d10(4)+2(STR)+6(Might)=12.
Spot check: 1d20(18)+5=23.
I miss Haste.]

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Oct 05, 2006 4:41 am
"I can tell ye one thin', this dwarf isn' movin' an inch. An' I'd like te see these fools try an' make me!" Gorrik exclaims across the battle field, as he readies himself for his foes attacks. ((Gorrik declares Dodge to the nearest lizardman,
Gorrik uses Defensive Stance AC: 30(31) HP = 112/112 (96/96) Defensive Stance lasts for 8 rounds. Gorrik can't move currently.
Gorrik holds his action until the first enemy comes into range, then FA their ass. Unless it's not possible, in which case Gorrik will go on Full Defense.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 05, 2006 11:53 am
Coventry winces as Gail issues her orders, glancing back at her with a frown. Put the healer in the defenseless position... Smart tactics these. He sighs and takes a step into Kria's old position. I won't be here long. Might as well... He draws a wand from his belt and tosses it back towards Arbeiten, "Wouldn't want you to be helpless..."
[5ft Step to Kria's old position]
[CLW Wand - 3rd Level - 36 Charges]
Astrid moves to behind Gail.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Oct 05, 2006 12:50 pm
Arbeiten grabs the wand as it flies through the air, nodding his thanks. "Are we having fun yet?" he asks dryly.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 05, 2006 7:01 pm
"Always." Coventry replies.

Posted by: Aldur Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:48 pm
Kria soared straight up and sighed to herself, rolling her eyes at what had been going on. It was strange. She blinked, taking out her wands, and threw the wand of Acid to Tanis, dropping the Sound one to Ombligo, and then looked around the battlefield, searching for whatever caused the magic to fizzle.
(( Wand of Lesser orb of Acid thrown to Tanis.
Wand of lesser orb of Sound dropped to Ombligo.
18+2 = 20 on spot check for what's causing the silence.))

Posted by: Rusty Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:02 pm
*Ombligo picks up the wand of lesser orb of sound, noting the lack of magic.* : "The source might be an item! See if you can find it!" Edit: *And uses it on that Golem near Farain.* ((Roll to hit: 9 + 7 (BAB + DEX + size) = 16 touch. Damage: 6 5 3 = 14 sonic))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:27 pm
Coventry frowns, "Ombligo! If I remember correctly, picking up that wand is just a move action!" He waves his arms, "You still have a standard action!!! BOOM BABY! BOOM!"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:49 pm
Langston's rapier slips into the Barbazu's back before he knows what is going on, causing the devil to grunt in pain, but not fall. Gail's first blow deals a heavy hit to the Devil, but her second is off. The stony Golems are the first to move towards the heroes, limbs crunching and cracking as they made their way over to attack. Gorrik immediately lashes out at the rock monster, even though his first blow goes wide, his second chisels off a piece of the beast.
((Arbeiten gets an AoO. Gorrik full attacks! Hit, Miss. 9 damage after DR to the Golem.))
Ombligo picks up the wand and nearly shatters one of the enemy Golems with it, but it still carries on, doggedly.
The Golem counterattack is fierce, but inaccurate. Rock fists clang harmlessly off Gorrik's shield and Mahler's stone hide. But despite his emphasis on defense, Arbeiten is struck roughly in the gut. Luckily his heavy armor provides him a measure of protection.
((Miss, Hit, Miss. 7 damage after DR.))
Meanwhile to the North, a Golem pounds Farain with unrestrained rage... but the attacks are surprisingly weak.
((Hit, Hit. 20 damage total to Farain.))
The Barbazu in front of Ignatius takes a swipe at him with his glaive, then another. The son of Galm roars in pain as the attacks hit home.
((Hit, Hit. 11 damage +Infernal Wound after DR.))
Another Barbazu takes two swings at Langston. The agile rat can't help but grimace as the first attack rips open a gash in his shoulder, but he gracefully evades the second attack.
((Hit, miss. 12 damage +Wound.))
Gilliam stands tall as a Barbazu's attacks bounce harmlessly off him, then the Golem next to him winds up and slams a fist into his chest, making a large dent and causing sparks to fly.
((Miss, Miss, Miss, Nat 20! Confirming.... Nat 20! Confirming... Miss. Regular Critical Hit! 22 damage to Gilliam after DR!))
A possessed Galam soldier chares Ignatius, burying his axe into the half Vandal's stomach. Ignatius strangles a scream as a ragged gash is opened in his torso.
((Hit! 9 damage after DR.))
Another possessed soldier swipes his axe at Langston, but the agile rat dodges out of the way, twice.
Yet more of the possessed soldiers press in, swinging their axes with abandon. Kayla manages to not only evade the clumsy attacks, she sets herself up for a nice knife slash.
((Miss, Miss. Kayla gets an AoO.))
The final Barbazu advances and jabs at Coventry behind the front lines.
((Hit, 12 damage +wound.))
The Lizardmen swim into position, but only the one near Gorrik manages to attack, the rest too busy crossing the water.
((Nat 20! Confirming... Unconfirmed. Auto hit. Gorrik takes 10 damage.))
A hail of arrows comes flying towards Kria and Sorel from the Harpies and Snipers. Three arrows lodge themselves in the warlock's body.
((Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss, Hit, Hit, Hit. Kria takes 16 damage from 3 attacks before DR.))
The Evil Monk attempts to tumble gracefully through the enemy ranks and come up near Ombligo, but he fails pitifully, leaving himself open at every turn. When he finally comes to the floating creature, he deals a laughably weak blow.
((AoO provoked from Gail, Langston, Tanis, and Astrid. Hit. 4 damage to Ombligo.))
The Mist Demons roll forward, but both Gilliam and Langston are able to avoid any sort of damage from the fell beasts.
Aelisnyx sends a pair of fiery arrows towards Sorel, but the aged druid dodges each one.
The Griffons dive down, laying into Gail and Gorrik with ferocity, but not much finesse, nearly all of the blows landing on armor or air.
((Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss, Hit! Hit! Gail takes 9 damage.))
Next turn!

Posted by: Aldur Sun Oct 08, 2006 9:11 pm
Kria pouted, her sowrd flicking out and she managed to avoid part of the arrow rain and her eyes narrowed as she felt out with her magical senses, looking for the item that was hampering their magic. She then pointed to the Red haired Devil Leader.
"Waaa? You call this, warfare with rules and stuff!? It's no fair unless it's equal!"
((Detect Magic cast.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun Oct 08, 2006 9:17 pm
"Yow!" Langston exclaimed, wincing sharply and clutching at the wound he received. "Ok, ok, I guess I deserved that..." Still on his feet, the rat was able to avoid a few other motions towards him when he saw the Monk leap forward and fall flat on his face. Lunging, Langston shoved Broderbund toward him in a quick motion before jerking back into his defensive position.
"We don't need any more acrobats here," he chided. "You gotta go before I do!"
((AoO (Monk): Total: 18, damage 6+1 = 7))
The enemies moved forward, and Langston grumbled audibly, unable to contain his frustration. Beset from all sides, he struck forward at the Barbazu again, the only target within his reach that seemed to have suffered enough to be worth striking again. If they could get anything nearby to fall it increased their chances to help Astrid and Tanis. That was if he survived long enough to see it, he reminded himself.
((Attack Roll: 22, same as last time.
Damage: 1+1 = 2
SS = 9
Total: 11. Ugh. Dodge to Barbazu again unless it dies, then...to...uh...a devil.))

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Oct 08, 2006 9:58 pm
: "Hold strong lads! We'll break down these foul beasties in no time!" ((Gorrik declares Dodge to the nearest lizardman, AC: 30(31) HP: = 103/113 (87/97) Defensive Stance 7 rounds left.
Attack1: D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 3(PA) = 9 + 13 = 22
Attack2: D20 + 3(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 3(PA) = 19 + 8 = 27
Damage1: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 3(PA) = 2 + 6(Electric) + 11 = 13 + 6(electric)
Damage2: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 3(PA) = 10 + 1(Electric) + 11 = 21 + 1(Electric
***NOTE: I'm adding on an additional HP to Gorrik, as I forgot to add the +1 bonus from Improved Toughness.))

Posted by: Rusty Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:05 pm
((Psst. Nightmare. You got an AoO. Take it.))

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:44 pm
((As much as I'd love to take one, I just don't see where I'd get one.))

Posted by: Aldur Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:55 pm
(( Look closer. lolz))

Posted by: Tarethen Mon Oct 09, 2006 2:57 am
Stumbling a bit from the attack by the Golem, Farain lifted his bow and shot two arrows at it. (( Attack 1: 1d20: 7 + 6(bab) + 6(dex) = 19 Attack 2: 1d20: 19 + 1(bab) + 6(dex) = 26.
Damage 1:
2d6: = 2 + 4 + 6(exploding arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) + 1(point blank shot) = 20.
Damage 2:
2d6: 2 + 6 + 3(exploding arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) + 1(point blank shot) = 19.
Yeah, I'm an idiot. Sue me.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 09, 2006 2:58 am
Ignatius lashes out with a claw as his hands become surrounded by an aura of venom, but the possessed soldier smashes the claw away with his shield and Ignatius accidently scratches himself. Luckily his constitution overpowers the venom. ((Con check passed. Poison used. Touch attack critically missed. Fort save passed.))

Posted by: Cyrus Mon Oct 09, 2006 4:01 am
Gail grimaces as the magic beast plummets into her, the claw raking her side, but not nearly having the force she had expected. Figuring the devils posed the greater threat, the paladin concentrates on the foe before, silver blade biting into her foe's neck before the fiend dissolves into sand and ash. Gail's attention freed, she then notices the pathetic attempts of the devil Monk, stabbing at him not once, but twice as he circles around, leaving his sides wide open to attack. This is what the devils teach their troops? she thought, mystified by the soldier's obvious lack of common sense.
[Attack on Barbazu, then on Death Monk. Divine Might active.
Attack 1: 1d20(14)+7(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+2(Flank)=25.
Hit!
Damage: 1d10(9)+2(STR)+6(Might)=17.
AoO: 1d20(6)+7(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+2(flank)=18.
Hit!
Damage: 1d10(4)+2(STR)+6(Might)=12.
Attack 2: 1d20(20).
Confirm: 1d20(8)+2(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+2(flank)=15.
Normal hit.
Damage: 1d10(2)+2(STR)+6(Might)=10.]

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 09, 2006 9:23 am
((I'll take my action later. As of right now, I want to inform Tarethen that Point Blank Shot ALSO adds a +1 to hit bonus. So, your first attack hit, Tare. Note that to TUM.))

Posted by: Nightmare Mon Oct 09, 2006 3:25 pm
((You guys are going to have to spell this out for me, because nowhere in TUM's post does it say Gorrik gets to take an AoO. Not to mention looking at the map, I see no reason for anyone to go through a square in Gorrik's reach. The only thing I see is that you're mistaking the AoO that Arbeiten gets for having reach, and then it immediately mentions Gorrik. Again, I'm not complaining if I get to take an AoO. I just don't see where one would exist.))

Posted by: Aldur Mon Oct 09, 2006 3:28 pm
((The monk beside you failed it's tumble check. You get an AoO because it came up beside you. Or so I think based on current information.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 09, 2006 4:00 pm
Astrid lashes out at the monk as it clumsily rolls passed, however she misses pitifully. Frowning, she stands defensively while her mind races on how to overcome this vile trap. [Full Defense] [Knowledge(Arcana) 4 + 13 = 17] ((Is there a means of negating the effect without destroying the orb?))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:42 pm
((He's right, Marine's post didn't say it. Maybe he left Gorrik out, because I fail to see how Gorrik would not get an AoO here.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:57 pm

QUOTE (Rusty @ Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:42 pm)
((He's right, Marine's post didn't say it. Maybe he left Gorrik out, because I fail to see how Gorrik would not get an AoO here.))

((He gets one, I forgot to add it.))

Posted by: Nightmare Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:02 pm
((Well, in that case... D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) = 10 + 16 = 26 D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) = 9 + 6(Electric) + 8 = 17 + 6(electric)))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 09, 2006 8:19 pm
Coventry winces at the blow, his eyes narrowing, "Just how big is this...suppression sphere?" Frail hands held up defensively, Astrid glances back at the main group with a worried frown, "It's just about the size of Ombligo." The Doctor frowns, glancing around, "If I were a devil, I think I'd hide it inside that Hydra or at the bottom of that lake." He chuckles, "Granted, these devils obviously don't think...or dress at quite the same level as me..." He shrugs, then reaches into a pouch at his side and tosses a handful of marbles at the feet of the possessed solider.
[Balance DC 15 to stay on feet for anything in that squre.]

Posted by: Alpha Mon Oct 09, 2006 11:52 pm
Tanis takes a swipe at the stumbling monk, hopefully catching him with a swipe of his dagger. [AoO: 1d20 + 3 + 2(flanking) = 19 + 3...crit threat Confirm: 1d20 + 3 + 2 = 19...I don't even know Damage: 1d4 = 4. If crit = 8] Cursing that his magic is ineffective, Tanis notches up his defenses, whilst attempting to assess the situation.
[Total defense. Makes his AC 25]
[Knowledge: Arcana: 1d20 + 14 = 20 + 10 (from 20) + 14 = 44
for whatever may help]

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 10, 2006 1:01 am
Sorel ascends further, still unable to cast spells. ((Move 30' up, cast Detect Magic and fail))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Oct 10, 2006 1:45 am
Arbeiten looks around even as his chain lashes against the advancing golems. "This might not be a fight we can win." he shouts out. "Unless someone sees the sphere?" A grunt of pain sounds near his side, and he spins quickly, firing a healing spell out of the wand without even taking the time to see who was hurt, eyes latched onto the advancing enemies.
Action: Take AoO. Use wand to heal Coventry, fight defensively.

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Oct 10, 2006 2:26 am
*Mahler was surprised by the enemy's ability to quickly descend upon them. He wondered if it might be possible to reason with the enemy golems. In any event, Kayla is surrounded and in quite the predicament, as is Gilliam. While Mahler would be unable to do anything about the robot, the rogue he could aid.*
: Brothers! Can you not see you are pawns to your 'allies'? Aid us instead and we will give you freedom!
((Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 = 19 + 4 = 23.))
*Mahler wastes no time to see if the enemy golems listen to him, instead lashing out at the barbazu next to him. His blows lash out mightily, pummeling its fiendish flesh.*
((Full Attack, PA 5
1d20 + 14 - 5 = 10 + 9 = 19.
1d20 + 9 = 17 + 9 = 26.
Damage
2d8 + 8 + 5 = 7+ 5 + 13 = 25.
2d8 + 13 = 8 + 5 + 13 = 26.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 10, 2006 3:32 am
"Giving up already?" Coventry chirps, "Where's your faith?"

Posted by: Rusty Tue Oct 10, 2006 3:42 am
*Ombligo targets the foe east of him with the wand, a sphere of sonic blasting it.* ((The monk's probably dead so this will hit the nearest Griffon I think. Roll to hit: 19 + 4 [BAB] + 2 [DEX] + 1 [size] + 2 [feat] = 28 touch attack. Yeah. Damage: 6 + 1 + 6 = 13 sonic damage.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Oct 10, 2006 3:46 am
"There was a man," Arbeiten pants out as he dances around the golem's attacks, "who fell overboard. The ship started to turn around, but he waved them off. 'God will save me,' he said." The golem's arm clangs off the half-giant's armored chest, and Arbeiten grunts with the impact before continuing, "An island was off in the distance, but the man stayed put. 'God will save me,' he said."
"A fishing boat saw him, and made their way towards him. But when they lowered their nets for him, he waved them off. 'God will save me,' he said."
The half giant paused, whipping his chain around to force one golem back before he was sandwiched between the two.
"He drowned, of course." the half-giant continues conversationally around his pants. "After he died, he asked God, 'Why didn't you save me?'"
"God, of course, pointed out that he had tried. Three times."

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 10, 2006 3:53 am
"Which god was this again?" Coventry frowns slightly, "Personally, sounds like the Light being a prick as normal but..." He chuckles, "Surrounded as we are, how is pointing out that we might not be able to win going to help? I mean...I could get away but you certainly couldn't."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:00 am
"Better the cleric who believes in the hearafter should die, then," Arbeiten notes, wincing as another stony fist bashes off his shield, "and the man who still needs time escape. But if we flee or stay, we'd better do it soon."

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:05 am
"Are you blind?" Coventry replies with a grin, "It's far too late to flee... At least, as a group..." He chuckles, "A few fast devils might be able to get away..." He frowns sheepishly, nodding to the nearby barbazu, "Figuratively of course, I'm not saying anything about your courage..." He shakes his head, "Anyway...a few fast devils like myself might make it but the majority would certainly be slaughtered."

Posted by: Rusty Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:06 am
*Ombligo yells out, half angered, half panicked.* : "Escape? Where?! IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICE, WE'RE COMPLETELY SURROUNDED!!" *Flailing his tentacles, the magic creature continues.* : "Right now it's fight or die - we don't really have another option here, and it's hard to think with all that arguing!"

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:13 am
"Ombligo... There's nothing wrong with a pleasant chat at work." Coventry responds with a grin, "Besides, I should die as I lived... Right? Oh crap..." He sighs, "Now I've hurt morale. Damnit..." He chuckles, "I don't really think I'm going to die. Well, not here." He blinks, "I guess that might hurt morale too..."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:19 am
Arbeiten shrugs invisibly inside of his armor. "That's the problem with spellcasters. We'll run our mouths whenever we can, whether or not we're casting spells with 'em." Grimacing at yet another blow, he calls back to the team, "Well, does anyone see this orb? Or should Mahler start tossing the lighter ones to safety?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Oct 10, 2006 5:11 am
Langston nearly slays his foe as Farain blasts apart the Golem to the north, his exploding arrows blasting the creature to gravel. Gail finishes off the Barbazu Langston wounded even as she twirls in place to slash at the Evil Monk, slashing a great wound in the fighter's side.
The Evil Monk then staggers back as Gorrik buries his axe in his gut, but it's when Tanis manages to get behind him and slit his throat with his dagger that the devil warrior falls.
Unerring one of the possessed Galam soldiers buries his axe into a chink in Gilliam's plating as the cyborg tries to bring his gun to bear. Even as Golem blows, another axe and glaives scrape off his armor, the Mist Demon forms into a massive claw that rends into his back armor, stopped only by the numerous and thick adamant plates.
"RAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!" Gilliam roars as he swings his minigun around and fires it at full blast at the Devil Soldier that had struck him with the axe. The hail of bullets rips the man apart, causing his multilated body to collapse onto the ground with a wet squashing sound.
The Lizardman attacking Tanis swipes over the catfolk's head as he nimbly dodges, then with his second stroke accidently flings his weapon into the lake. The Lizardman stops and gawks at his turn of forture for a moment.
((Miss, Critical Miss. Lizardman disarmed. Going Full Defensive made it happen.))
The other Lizardman fares only slightly better, unable to even scratch the wizardess in front of him.
((Miss, Miss. Rolled under a 4 both times.))
Gorrik and Kayla together manage to slay one of the Barbazus, even as the onslaught against Gilliam fails to bypass his heavy armor.
((OH THANK GOD. I didn't break a 9 after 8 attacks... Gilliam barely pulls through!.))
One of the possessed soldiers near Gilliam gives out a wild howl, whirling around unexpectedly to bury his axe into Ignatius' chest. The half Vandal looks down at his chest stupefied, even as the soldiers pulls out the weapon and slams it in again, causing the warlock to cough up blood and fall over, his life running out of him at an accelerated pace.
((And a pair of 20s. Ignatius is unconscious and dying.))
Kayla nimbly dodges the clumsy but powerful assaults of the Devil Soldier near her.
Arbeiten heals Coventry of a minor wound even as Langston suffers a wound to the ribs from the Devil Soldier in front of him.
((6 HP healed to Coventry. Hit. 10 damage to Langston.))
In a flurry of pecking beaks and slashing claws, the three griffons descend on Gail, the first manages to land a deep slash to her chest even as it pecks at her neck. The second, manages to land two blows as well, but leaves itself exposed in the process. Luckily, the third doesn't manage to land a blow on the armored holy knight, Gail able to parry each of that one's attacks.
((Hit, Miss, Critical Hit! Hit, Critical Miss, Hit! Miss, Miss, Miss. 36 damage to Gail total.))
Langston backflips out of the way as a pair of Mist Demons attempt to encircle and devour him.
((Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss.))
A hail of arrows flies at Kria, but she easily avoids most of them, a single pair of arrows slamming into her.
((Miss, Miss, Miss, Hit, Miss, Miss, Miss, Hit, Miss, Miss. Those two rolls that hit were the only ones over 10. 10 and 5 damage, respectively before DR.))
A single arrow thuds into Sorel, Aelisnyx smiling coldly as she notches another arrow.
((Hit, Miss. 18 damage to Sorel.))
The Golem in front of Mahler doesn't say a word, he just pounds pitifully on the Paladin-Golem's stone hide, unable to cause him any damage. The other Golems are just as useless, none of them landing a single strike.
((Eight attacks and eight numbers below 10.))
Gorrik finds a slight jolt of pain entering his awareness as the Lizardman near him, nearly dead, manages to lash out once more.
((Hit, Miss. 6 damage to Gorrik.))
Next turn

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 10, 2006 5:19 am
Sorel wheels around in midair upon being struck, but ignores his pain, emerald eyes scanning the field for the orb. After a moment, he notices a peculiar bulge in the hydra's stomach...

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 10, 2006 3:28 pm
Damnit...For just an instant, the jovial expression on the face of Coventry falters, then he chuckles, "Gail, be a dear and take a few steps south so our reflective cleric here can heal you." He grins, "Hey Langston, make it through this and I'll buy you your body weight in smoked gouda!" He takes a step over the body of Ignatius, "Kayla, take a step back, watch for the marbles..." He smiles kindly, "If it isn't too much trouble, Gilliam could you take a step to the side?" He nods gently, his eyes narrowing, "Oh...and..." He glances back at the others, "Whoever has that damn wand of repair better put it to bloody use." He bends over the fallen half-vandal, his skilled hands moving quickly to stop the flow of blood.
[Free Action: 5ft step north]
[Field Healer: Heal Check to provide First Aid is now a Move Action.]
[Heal: 13 + 15 = 28]
The Doctor glances up at smoking and battered frame of Gilliam, "You look like hell..." He grins, "No fair dying here, save some of that beserker rage for the bitch back there." He thumbs back at Aelisnyx. "Farain, if you take a step forward, then whoever has the damn wand can reach Gilliam."
[Saving Standard Action in case Coventry needs to heal Gilliam with the wand. Not that he has any ranks in UMD or, obviously, any CHA. -_- Langston filling the gap in the line formed by Farain and Gail moving might be good for him and us, on the bright side he'll also be flanking with Tanis.

Posted by: Aldur Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:52 pm
Kria snarls as Ignatius falls dropping her wand of haste below her as she doesn't need it up there, the catfolk dropping her concentration from her magic detecting in sheer anger at the enemy being so damn clever for once. She scanned the battlefield, looking for a target to smack into the dirt. She smirks, noticing the lizardman, and takes aim...letting her anger out in one burst, keeping one eye glaring at Aelisnyx as she does so, the devil annoying her muchly.
((Free action: Drop wand of Haste. Ranged touch: 10+5+5=20. Hit.
damage: 2+3+5+3 = 13 damage to lizardman near Gorrik. Should be enough to kill it I hope!))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Oct 10, 2006 9:28 pm
*Dropping his current wand, Ombligo quickly fetches and uses the wand of haste on his allies.* ((Haste cast...I think the CL is 5, so... Mahler, Gorrik, Gail, Langston and Farain are hasted. +1 to attack, +1 REF saves, +1 dodge bonus to AC [note that dodge stacks with dodge], one extra attack on full attack, up to +30' movement.))

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Oct 10, 2006 10:51 pm
The paladin can only watch as Ignatius staggers back, the urge to aid and the rationale to fight tearing at each other for a brief second. Her attention was quickly centered back on her aevial assailents, however, as the multitude of beaks and claws draw fresh, large gashes on her. She staggers slightly, before the doctor's orders reach her ears. "Follow those orders," she calls, moving as designated. "Farain, fire on the Griffon next to Tanis. Lang, get in front of me, if you can, and help him." She then turns to her new foe, slicing it with two equal forceful blows.
[5' South, FA on Griffon 1 square east. Divine Might active.
Attack 1: 1d20(6)+7(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+2(flank)=18.
Hit!
Damage: 1d10(4)+2(STR)+6(Might)=12.
Attack 2: 1d20(17)+2(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+2(flank)=24.
Hit!
Damage: 1d10(4)+2(STR)+6(Might)=12.]

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Oct 11, 2006 12:46 am
: "AHA! Ye folks are gonna have te try a lo' harder to take me down!" Gorrik shouted triumphantly as he swings his axe swiftly at the lizardman and griffon. ((Gorrik declares Dodge to the Golem to the south, AC: 31(32) HP: = 97/113 (81/97) Defensive Stance 6 rounds left.
Attack1: D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 3(PA) + 1(Haste) + 3(Smite) = 6 + 17 = 23
Attack2: D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 3(PA) + 1(Haste) = 3 + 14 = 17
Attack3: D20 + 3(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 3(PA) + 1(Haste) = 20 + 8 = THREAT!
Confirm: D20 + 3(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 3(PA) + 1(Haste) = 16 + 8 = 23
Damage1: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 3(PA) + 5(Smite) = 3 + 3(Electric) + 16 = 19 + 3(Electric)
Damage2: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 3(PA) = 9 + 2(Electric) + 11 = 20 + 2(Electric)
Damage3: [D10 + 6(STR) + 2(axe) + 3(PA)] *3 + D6(Electric) = [5 + 11] *3 + 2 = 48 + 2(Electric)
Attack the lizardman until it dies, then the griffon.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Oct 11, 2006 12:55 am
Seeing his opportunity and heeding the call, Langston rolls through to take a position in front of Farain, attacking the griffon thing before him. ((Tumble 25 Fighting Defensively, 17 probably doesn't hit. Damage in case it does hit: Rapier: 1+1 = 2
SA (Not Sacred Strike, I presume) = 14
Total: 16
AC Modifications:
Hasted +1, Fighting Defensively + 3, Dodge to the Griffin I attacked +1
Langston's HP 34/56, +Wound))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Oct 11, 2006 3:32 am
"Mitula," Arbeiten whispers silently to himself in the din of battle, "we need your aid. Either your strength against this foe, your wisdom to escape alive, or your courage to face our ends without endangering your immortal purpose for our souls."
Again without taking his eyes off the golems trying to make Arben-berry jam out of him, he spins around and uses the wand to heal the wounded paladin.
Action: Heal Gail, fight defensively.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Oct 11, 2006 3:46 am
--Partial update-- ((The CLW wand heals 12 HP.)) Kria's blast and Gorrik's first blow slays the Lizardman even as Gorrik continues on to chop apart the Griffon weakened by Gail. Gail, seeing her original target slain after only one stroke of her sword, whirls around to drive the blade into the other Griffon instead.
Langston tumbles past his foes save for the Devil Soldier, who chops at him with his axe. However, the ratman does indeed manage to injure the griffon in front of him.
((Hit. 12 damage to Langston.))
Kayla, Farain, Tanis, and Mahler all need to go.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Oct 11, 2006 5:00 am
They should have gone at the last gas station. There isn't another exit for miles!

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Oct 11, 2006 5:46 am

QUOTE (Wandering Dezorian @ Wed Oct 11, 2006 5:00 am)
They should have gone at the last gas station. There isn't another exit for miles!

That's terrible. Gain 50 XP.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Oct 11, 2006 11:18 am
As the Griffon falls, Astrid takes a step closer to the others. She still holds herself defensively. [5ft Step closer to group] [Full Defense]

Posted by: Alpha Wed Oct 11, 2006 3:58 pm
Seeing the pitiful attempts of the lizardman, Tanis drops his defense slightly and taunts the enemies closest to him. [Demoralise check: 1d20 + 13(intimidate mod) = 30] ((If this isn't possible (as I'm not totally clear how demoralise works), he can just stay in Total Defense (AC25) ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Oct 11, 2006 5:19 pm

QUOTE (Alpha @ Wed Oct 11, 2006 3:58 pm)
Seeing the pitiful attempts of the lizardman, Tanis drops his defense slightly and taunts the enemies closest to him. [Demoralise check: 1d20 + 13(intimidate mod) = 30] ((If this isn't possible (as I'm not totally clear how demoralise works), he can just stay in Total Defense (AC25) ))

((Failed my save.))
The lizardman appears troubled by Tanis' dire predictions, his tail thrashing as he looks around wildly.

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Oct 11, 2006 11:08 pm
*Mahler pummels a piteous peon of the polearm patrol particularly powerfully. The punches press and penetrate painfully. This polearm peon pensively pined for past periods where pain was less plentiful without Mahler's pizazz.* ((Full attack the Barbazu with PA 3
1d20 + 15 - 3 = 8 + 12 = 20.
1d20 + 12 = 18 + 12 = 30.
1d20 + 12 = 18 + 12 = 30.
Damage
2d8 + 8 + 3 = 6 + 6 + 11 = 23.
2d8 + 11 = 6 + 8 + 11 = 25.
2d8 + 11 = 1 + 6 + 11 = 18.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Oct 12, 2006 12:03 am
[Sorry about my lack of activity, but I have been in a hospital for three days. ] Kayla growls as Ignatius falls to the ground, her grip on the hilt of her blade tightening. She looks at Aelisnyx for a moment and sneers; this devil had become quite annoying. Kayla ignores her for now though, instead glaring at the Devil Soldier in front of her. She brings her arm back and slashes at the Soldier.
[Attack: 18 + 3 (BAB) + 6 (Dex) + 1 (Weapon) = 28.
Damage: 4 + 1 (Str) + 1 (Weapon) - 1 (silver) = 5
The attack is targeted at the Devil Soldier in front of her. She then takes a 5 ft. step back.]

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Oct 12, 2006 12:35 am
((Everything OK, DM?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Oct 12, 2006 2:37 am
Kayla draws a little blood as Mahler rips apart his opponent. Tanis easily dodges a claw swipe by his shaken and disarmed opponent, the lizardman looking uncertain of what he is doing. Astrid manages to dodge one blow, but takes a second, a wound leaking blood beneath her robes.
((Miss. Miss. Hit. 12 damage to Astrid.))
Gilliam takes a step back and fires his minigun, but a sudden malfunction causes him to pivot and turn towards the air, the bullets striking nothing. At the same time, an axe bites into one of the many armorless rends in his frame.
((Miss. AoO: Hit, Miss. 4 damage after DR.))
The golems bash into their targets with merciless might, mauling many moralistic men.
((Hit, Miss on Mahler. 17 damage before DR. Hit, Hit on Arbeiten. 33-6= 27 damage after DR. Hit, Miss on Gorrik. 15 damage.))
One of the Devil Soldiers swipes at Mahler with his axe, but the blows bounce off the stone creature's granite skin.
Tanis dodges aside as a misty claw shreds the air near him, even as a Devil Soldier bellows a challenge and charges Langston, only to have the acrobat leap aside.
((Miss, miss.))
The Devil Soldier Kayla attacked looks at her coldly, then grins as he whirls his axe around, striking her twice with the vicious weapon.
((Hit, Hit. 22 damage to Kayla.))
His comrade joins him in attacking the rougish tiefling, only to find that his blow doesn't deal much damage.
((Hit, Miss. 6 damage to Kayla.))
Gilliam shakes as the golem, a barbazu, and the mist demon all pound at him with fist, glaive and claw... but only a single attack pierces the armor.
((Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss, Hit, Miss. 4 damage to Gilliam.))
One of the Barbazu lashes out at Farain, wounding the centaur with a festering gash.
((Hit, Hit. 14 damage to Farain+ Infernal Wound.))
The first Griffon viciously lashes out at Langston, but its wounds are shallow.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. All 1s means Langston takes 9 damage from 2 attacks.))
The second turns and mauls Astrid, though once again, the damage isn't that bad.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. All but one is a 1. 10 damage.))
Another hail of arrows rains on Kria.
((Miss, Hit, Miss, Miss, Hit, Hit, Miss, Miss. 19 damage from 3 attacks before DR.))
"Come now, Sorel, you're more powerful than this... Do you intend to just fly there all day?" Aelisnyx asks casually as she sends another two arrows at the old druid. The first arrow hits, but the second does not.
((Hit, Miss. 16 damage to Sorel.))
Next turn!

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Oct 12, 2006 3:31 am
Perched on the back of the great owl, the dwarf sat silently, watching the tops of the trees below as both he and the rogue rode on Lunauga towards the shrine. "Something on your mind, Graigus?" the orange-haired youth asked. "You're not your usual, bubbly, drunken self."
"It's nothing, Mr. Dicem-" the staff-wielder began, before the rogue cut him off.
"That's crap. I tell enough lies to know when someone's spitting them at me," he said. "Spill it; no point in you holding it in, kid."
Lunauga twists its head back to stare at Dam, maintaining a perfect flight path nonetheless. "Why do you have to be so mean to him?"
"Mean? You think this is mean?" the rogue asked. "I can be a lot meaner than this, believe me-"
"Like when you said I couldn't go to my temple?" the dwarf asked, angrily. "Sorel... he said that you would go with me later... but why? All you ever do is lie to people... why should I believe you?"
"He wasn't supposed to tell you about it," Dam muttered. "But yeah... liar or no, that was my plan."
"Did you tell him he wasn't supposed to tell Graigus about it?" Lunauga asks.
"No... should have, knowing the old man," the rogue said, shrugging. "Ehh... whatever. It's something for you to look forward to, Graigus."
"That's not doing me a favor... by that time we're going to be done and I can do whatever I want," the dwarf pointed out.
"Yeah, well... blame it on Max for being so 'easy' to track down. If we hadn't found out he was this close from Ian, I was going to swing by your temple so you can see Quistal or whatever his name is."
"That's Master Quialis!" the drunken boxer replied.
Lunauga doesn't turn his head back around to speak this time. "Have either of you ever listened to two people arguing while sitting on your back?"
"Mmm... I happen to enjoy it myself," Dam said, smirking, but Graigus only lowered his head and rubbed the owl's back a little.
"I'm sorry... I should have known better."
Lunauga shook his head. "I wasn't saying stop talking, it's just kind of weird to think, 'I could roll over and they'd shut up'. Sorel would get mad at me for that, though."
"I'm sure he would cry buckets over me," Dam said sarcastically, before speaking to the monk. "And you... what the hell's with the apologizing? You can tear a troll's head off with your bare hands, but you can't speak two words without a sorry attached to it?"
"Maybe I don't want to be like you, always saying something back to everyone, even when they don't deserve it!" Graigus said, turning around slightly to glare at the orange-haired youth.
"Some of us didn't have the benefit of growing up in a nice, simple monastery with martial arts kings to watch our backs," Dam said. "Some of us did other things in our childhoods."
"Like killing and robbing innocent people, then telling their families they deserve it? Like you told Tanis?" Graigus asked.
"Hey!" Lunauga yelled. "That's not fair. Sorel was an orphan and he's not mean to people! You don't see him being rude and sarcastic after his wife died. That's not fair!"
"You listen to me, kid... watch what you say, bec- what?" Dam said. "So that's who he made the promise to, then..."
"Promise?" the dwarf asked?
Lunauga stammers, confused, before being hit by despairing realization. "You mean he didn't tell you? Oh, no..."
"Nothing you need to worry about, kid," Dam said, ignoring the massive bird carrying them along.
"Stop calling me kid!" the drunken boxer demanded, angrily. "I bet I'm older than you are!"
"In human years, maybe, but not in relative years," the rogue sneered. "I've got more hair on my balls than you've got on your body - not very dwarf-ly of you, kid."
Lunauga's shudder rocks the passengers a bit. "Ew..."
"Maybe I don't want to be every other dwarf!" the monk said, his voice now a yell. "Maybe I don't want to swing an axe all day or carve stone or wear heavy armor and get half-drunk on mead all day! I'm going to do more with my life than that, so be quiet!"
"Do dwarves usually get really stubborn and angry?" Lunauga asks. "Because you sound awfully stubborn and angry."
"Yeah... and it's funny - for a guy who doesn't want to be a drunk swinging an axe, I'd think you'd go a bit farther away than being a drunk who swings a staff instead," Dam said, folding his arms. "I may not have the best past in the world, Graigus, but I don't kill and I sure as hell don't play the hypocrite. I'm a liar and a former thief... I accept that. "
"You don't kill? What about all the Devil army soldiers you've killed?"
"I don't kill people," Dam said. "Not people who don't come after my life, anyway. Look, I've taken enough verbal abuse out of you for the night; keep it to yourself."
"Where was that ten minutes ago?" Lunauga says.
Graigus sat silently, staring straight ahead.
"Contrary to popular belief, Lunauga, I don't have anything against people speaking their minds. I'd rather let him rant a bit, get out frustration instead of holding it in."
"Popular belief? What do you mean?"
"I'm a no-nonsense guy, unless I'm mock the hell out of someone I'm going to kill in a fight," Dam said. "Guess it makes me blunt - everyone takes it to mean I don't care."
"Everyone?" Lunauga asks. "Does Sorel think that?"
"Probably not... he's the old guy in the story who never stops believing."
"Well... if he's the one who never stops believing, and he's right, maybe everyone else ought to believe?"
"First I get it from the old man, and now his fine feathered friend," Dam muttered. "Look... let's face it... he's not always right. And it's that one time when all the peace and love in the world doesn't matter that the dagger hurts the most."
"So it's better to not believe because of that one time believing hurts? I'm confused now..."
"Forget it... things are different out in the wild. It doesn't make sense because this is the kind of thing only men do to each other," Dam said. "Exactly why I became a hunter, before Swiftjoke made his offer..."
"I still don't get it..." Lunauga says. [color=grey][b]"Graigus? Can you explain it?"
"Lying... backstabbing... animals don't do that," the dwarf said, his voice barely audible.
"What?" Lunauga said, surprised. "Sure they do. Most animals survive by trickery and dishonesty. Owls wouldn't survive if they couldn't fly up behind a mouse without making a sound and overpower it, crushing it from behind with their talons. Nature's a lot meaner than you people seem to give it credit for. Feeling bad about being mean is the part humans made up."
"Not all humans," the monk said.
"The difference between men and animals is that animals do it for survival - men don't," Dam said.
"Maybe they thought they needed to do it to survive, even if they were wrong," Lunauga says. The owl is silent for a moment, thinking. "Sorel used to say that something is defined by its distinction. I guess it means that it's how we're different from each other that makes us us. If having remorse is something that humans and dwarves and all the other sentient people made up, then it's something that defines them against the animals, right? So, not doing that... doesn't that make you less human?"
"Sometimes, being less human is a good thing," Dam said.
"Why?"
"Because when it comes time to do the dirty work, you can't feel bad. If I had remorse in buckets and barrels, I'd be dead now."
"So it's better to be less human if it lets you live longer?" Lunauga asks. [b]"I never thought about it that way. I'll have to talk to Sorel about this when we meet up."
But not a word came from either the dwarf or the human, each contemplating words past and future works.
Lunauga too fell silent, watching the land fly by below them, using its passage to mark the time.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Oct 12, 2006 4:42 am
Sorel's answer to Aelisnyx's taunt is a batlike shriek, which slowly morphs into a feral growl. He tumbles from the sky, form growing as he does so, until he lands nimbly on his feet in the form of a massive lion. ((Land, Wild Shape into Dire Lion just south of the westernmost Death Archer. Wild Shaping heals me to 50/58, AC drops from 31 to 30))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 12, 2006 4:46 am
The Doctor sighs heavily as the slaughter continues, his eyes centered for a moment on Gilliam struggling fiercely against the horde of enemies, "Ignore me then... I can take a hint..." He sniffs, "If you don't want me, I'll just leave." He suddenly darts to the side pass Kria. Falling into a spinning roll, he tumbles across the now battered grass coming up beside the south-western archer. He comes back to his feet with a kind smile, "Pardon me, what's your attitude towards the nature of existence?"
[Tumble: 8 + 16 = 24]
As he continues, the Doctor reaches out at the bow the archer wields, "For example, do you hold any strong theological opinions?"
[AoO: Missed]
[Disarm: 9 + 3 = 12 ]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Oct 12, 2006 4:01 pm
Kayla hisses in pain from the wounds inflicted upon her by the Devil Soldiers. How more than any other time, she feelings her demonic blood calling urging her to do things she would not do otherwise. She manages to resist these urges for now, but she is still quite irked. Kayla attacks the Devil Soldier that had caused her the gravest wound with both of her blades.
[Attack 1: 20 + 3 (BAB) + 6 (Dex) + 1 (Weapon) + 1 (Haste) = 31. Threat.
Confirm: 9 + 3 (BAB) + 6 (Dex) + 1 (Weapon) + 1 (Haste) = 20.
Damage: 6 + 1 (Str) + 1 (Weapon) - 1 (Silver) = 7 (Normal hit)/6 + 1 (Str) + 1 (Weapon) x 2 - 1 (Silver) = 15 (Critical hit).
Attack 2: 7 + 3 (BAB) + 6 (Dex) + 1 (Weapon) + 1 (Haste) = 18.
Damage: 2 + 1 (Str) + 1 (Weapon) - 1 (Silver) = 3.]

Posted by: Aldur Thu Oct 12, 2006 10:20 pm
((Since when could Tieflings do that eye stuff?)) Kria snarled in frustration, the warlock's sword whipping around and beating an arrow heading for her chest out of the way, nimbly dodging others, yet two still finding their mark in her body. Kria pouted, she was beginning to actually like...get hurt. She looked around, locating an archer and charged angerily towards him, her hand pointing towards one of the archers, a blast of eldritch slamming into him as Kria charged after it, landing besides the offending archer, a toothy grin on her face. She winked.
"Heya."
(( Eldritch blast: 12+5+5 = 22 ranged touch. Hit.
Damage: 9. Now landed and beside the northernmost archer.
Also, deflected one arrow. so 8 damage after DR.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Thu Oct 12, 2006 10:51 pm
And yet his luck still had not ran out. His tunic bloodied and torn, the ratcrobat managed to weave about his attackers relatively safely but the continued assault began slowly preying on his equilibrium. Be it fatigue, blood loss from his wound or perhaps both, he found only an unsettling dizziness where the urge to banter was before. But still he pressed on, his speed further enhanced by the magic of the wand. He lashed into the Griffon before him again with Broderbund.
((
Attack 1: 25
4+1 = 5
SA: 15
Total: 20
Haste Attack, Upgraded Crit (x3)
Damage: 4+1=5
SA: 7
Total: 12 x 3 = 36
Still fighting defensively, dodge to the Devil Soldier to the north. Hasted for...3 more rounds, I believe.
Langston's HP: 25/56 +Wound))

Posted by: Alpha Fri Oct 13, 2006 12:15 am
Laughing now at the enemies feeble attempts, Tanis takes time to affect their morale again, leaving his defenses entirely to his newly purchased armour. It had certainly served already in the short time he'd had it, and Tanis decided it had been a worthy purchase.
[Demoralise check: 1d20 + 13 = 20 + 10 + 13 = 43]
[If it'll affect it, target the Mist Demon with it. If not, go for the other lizardman, the one with a weapon]

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Oct 13, 2006 2:25 am
Astrid stumbles for a moment from the heavy wounds, then raises her cane and lashes out at the nearby griffon. [Attack: 16 + 3 = 19] [Damage: 2]

Posted by: Tarethen Fri Oct 13, 2006 2:28 am
After brutally paying for his last attack, Farain decided not to use his arrows this time. "The beast is too close..." He looked down to the ground, panting softly due to the previous two attacks taking quite a bit of energy out of him. As if looking for a last ditch effort, he raised his body up high into the air. Sand fell to the ground from his hooves as he flailed them at the beast before slamming them into heinous being.
(( Attacks with hoofs. Hasted.
Attack 1:
1d20: 18 + 6(bab) +1(haste)+6(str) = 31
Attack 2:
1d20: 6 + 1(bab) + 1(haste) + 6(str) = 14.
Attack 3:
1d20: 2 + 6(bab) + 1(haste) + 6(str) = 15
Damage for attack 1 with hooves:
1d6: 2 + 3(str) = 5.
1d6: 3 + 3(str) + 6.
So, 1 after DR. Wow. What a way to piss off a monster.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:19 am
Arbeiten grunts and staggers, turning the wand on himself even as his vision greys. For once, the half giant is silent, focusing instead on surviving long enough to heal another ally before he dies.

Posted by: Rusty Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:45 am
: "Gilliam, fall back! I can help!" ((If Gilliam moves down, I'll heal him with the wand of RMW for 11 HP. If not, retrieve the Wand of Lesser Orb of Sound and blasting whatever looks the most hurt. Roll to hit, natural 9. +4 BAB + 2 DEX + 1 size = 16 touch.
Damage: 5 + 2 + 1 = 8.))

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:50 am
: "Jus'!" Gorrik belted out as he swung his axe fiercely at a golem. "Go!" He continued to exclaim as he continued to swing. "Away!!" Another word coincided with another swing of the axe. ((Gorrik declares Dodge to the Golem to the south, AC: 31(32)
HP: 82/113 (66/97)
Defensive Stance 5 rounds left.
Attack1: D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 4(PA) + 1(Haste) = 14 + 14 = 28
Attack2: D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 4(PA) + 1(Haste) = 8 + 14 = 22
Attack3: D20 + 3(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 4(PA) + 1(Haste) = 14 + 9 = 23
Damage1: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 4(PA) = 5 + 5(Electric) + 12 = 17 + 5(Electric)
Damage2: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 4(PA) = 10 + 4(Electric) + 12 = 22 + 4(Electric)
Damage3: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 4(PA) = 2 + 2(Electric) + 12 = 14 + 2(Electric)
Attack the golem to the South-West, AKA Arby's golem.))

Posted by: Cyrus Fri Oct 13, 2006 5:05 am
Gail, watching as the wizardess is battered by the enclosing enemies, shoots out a glowing gauntlet to grasp the woman's shoulder. "Get behind me," she says, not in the commanding shout of earlier, but in a tired, quick whisper, her feet preparing to shift to take the mage's place.
[LoH on Astrid: 15 HP healed. Readied action: switch places with Astrid. AC: 23 (Fighting Defensively.]

Posted by: Rusty Fri Oct 13, 2006 5:32 am
((Round's about to move, so Mahler will hit stuff. Order of priority of attacks in case one fells the first: Devil Solder -> Golem Roll to hit: 13 + 15 = 28. Hit Damage: 4 + 8 + 8 = 20 Roll to hit: 4 + 15 = 19. ?? Damage: 3 + 4 + 8 = 15
Roll to hit: 14 + 15 = 29. Hit
Damage: 5 + 8 + 8 = 21))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Oct 13, 2006 6:49 am
"Fool," the Dark Sniper mutters, tumbling away from Sorel and Coventry to shoot at the Doctor from a short distance away. ((Tumble: Nat 20. Miss Miss.)) Kayla's first dagger slices in deeply into the Devil Soldier's chest, but the possessed man only laughs insanely as he counterattacks.
((Hit, Miss. 10 damage to Kayla.))
The northern archer takes a step back and levels his bow.
"Hello. Goodbye."
Two arrows launch from his bow towards Kria!
((Hit, Hit. 9 and 4 damage, respectively.))
Langston sees his chance and rams his rapier through the griffon's chin and into its skull. The birdlion dies with a gurgling squawk, clawing weakly at the air as it slumps to the ground. Its companion, enraged by the sight, claws and pecks at Langston mercilessly. Most of its attacks miss, fueled by rage and not precision, but the final attack, a beak, clamps down on Langston's chest and rips off a large piece of flesh.
((Miss, Miss, Critical Hit! 22 damage to Langston! He's at 1 HP now.))
Astrid's staff clangs against the lizardman's shield as Tanis haunts him with dire predictions. The Lizardman roars at the warmage as he lashes out with his weapon.
"SHUT UP!!! SHUUUUT UUUUUP!!!" the reptilian warrior roars as his first blow connects, but the second misses.
((Hit, Miss. 10 damage to Tanis.))
Arbeiten feels some life return to him as the wand seals one of his wounds shut.
((8 HP healed.))
Gorrik carves deep gouges into his opponent as Mahler misses once, but hits twice, pulping part of the Devil Soldier's side. Sickly, the man continues to fight, frothing at the mouth.
Farain's hooves seem to have no effect on the Mist Demon, the horsefeet passing through the incorporeal being without consequence.
Gilliam nods and tromps back, standing protectively over Ignatius' prone body as he begins to emerge from his clouding rage.
"Thank you, friend," Gilliam says as he directs his weapon against the Barbazu with the glaive. Numerous attacks fall on him as he fires, including one that undoes all the work Ombligo had done, but the weapon keeps blasting.
((Hit. 31 damage to the Barbazu. Barbazu defeated! AoOs: Hit, Critical Hit!, Miss, Miss. 10 damage total after DR. Yay for rolling minimum damage!))
The Golems smash away at Gorrik and Mahler, but most of their clumsy yet powerful blows miss.
((Hit, Hit, Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss. 17 and 14 damage to Mahler and Gorrik respectively. Before DR.))
Another Golem advances on Gilliam and smashes the cyborg full on in the chest. A huge dent is pounded in and sparks fly as Gilliam begins to teeter in place. Barbazu glaives and mist demons claw at him further, but fail to pierce his thick armor.
((Hit, miss, miss, miss, miss, miss. 9 damage to Gilliam.))
The other Devil Soldier giggles maniacly as he whirls around to chop his axe into Kayla, sending the tiefling to the dirt. His second strike aimed at Gilliam clanks off armor, but barely misses a great cleft in the plating.
((Hit, Miss. 14 damage to Kayla. Kayla is at -5. ))
Another possessed soldier slams his axe solidly into Mahler, grinning madly.
((Hit, Miss. 12 damage before DR.))
Langston's luck seems to have returned as he dodges both a Devil Soldier's axe and a Mist Demons' claws even in his near death state. Tanis too, appears to be blessed with luck as he evades the claws of a Lizardman and Mist Demon.
A single arrow strikes Gorrik as a Dark Sniper takes aim at him.
((Hit, Miss. 7 damage before DR.))
The harpies fire at Coventry, one arrow striking him, but it's merely a scratch.
((Hit, Miss. 2 damage to Coventry.))
The Hydra seems to tense at the appearance of the Huge Lion even as a pair of burning arrow thud off the beasts' thick hide.
"Impressive," Aelisnyx notes. "But can you handle a devil trained war-hydra by yourself?"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Oct 13, 2006 7:15 am
[Stabilization check: 14 + 1 (Base) + 3 (Con) = 18. Failure. If I am right, Kayla is at -6 and dying. ] Kayla cries out in pain as the axe slices into her body. The pain and the bloss loss is too much, and she loses conciouness. Kayla lay on the ground as her life blood pours from the wounds inflicted upon her.
[I was bored. *Shrug*]

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Oct 13, 2006 7:25 am
Sorel tenses, preparing to pounce upon the Hydra, when he hears the cries of suffering of his comrades, leaps not towards the monster with the Fizzle Ball in its stomach, but descends, a fury of massive claws, upon a pair of posessed soldiers.
((Charge 15' NE, pounce. 4 hits. first 3 kill the soldier directly south of Mahler, the last one deals 4 damage to the soldier west of Kayla.
AC 28))

Posted by: Tarethen Fri Oct 13, 2006 7:46 am
His hooves not doing anything useful, Farain lowered himself back down to the ground. Taking another quick glance around, he saw that his chance to retreat into the party was available. With a swiftly gallop, he moved away from the monster he was trying to attack.
"Let's try something different," he stated as he lifted his bow, sending a volley of arrows at an enemy archer in the distance.
((
Moving 5' SW.
Attack 1:
1d20: 5 +6(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(haste) - 2(rapid shot) = 16.
Attack 2:
1d20: 20. Not confirmed. Calculations below
1d20: 6 + 6(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(haste) - 2(rapid shot) = 17.
Attack 3:
1d20: 11 + 1(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(haste) -2(rapid shot) =17.
Attack 4:
1d20: 12 +6(bab) + 6(dex) +1(haste) -2(rapid shot) = 23.
Damage 2:
2d6: 4 + 1 + 4(explosive arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) = 16.
Damage 4:
2d6: 4 + 5 + 5(explosive arrow) + 6(str) + 1 (magic) = 21.
AIM hates Farain.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Oct 13, 2006 8:07 am
The trio continued in silence for a while, no one daring to speak for a few minutes. Then, glancing around, Dicem was the first to break the quiet. "Lunauga... do me a favor and keep an eye and an ear out. I want to know if you hear them moving."
"Alright..." Lunauga says, concentrating on the landscape passing beneath them. "I sure hope nothing bad's happened..."
"Whatever it is, Sorel and Gail can handle it," the rogue said. "Hell, between the animal forms, the spells, and the summoning, Sorel can probably handle most of it himself."
"I don't think he would." Lunauga says. "But there's a whole bunch of people with him. They'd have to be really unlucky to run into trouble they couldn't get out of."
"Knowing our luck with the devil army, that may not be too far from the truth," Dam said. "Sucks for the devils, though... they've gotten spanked so many times now it's a wonder they have anything left to throw at us."
"The only time you really seemed to be unlucky was that first night, when we were split up, and then Sorel told me about that ambush." Lunauga says. "I guess we're kinda split up now, so that's why I'm worried."
"Mmm..." Dam said, thinking. "That first ambush wasn't fun at all. Would have thought everyone had more sense than to sleep outside," Dam muttered. "Graigus... didn't you sleep outside that night too?"
"By the gate... they just passed me," the monk said. "They probably thought I was a drunk..."
"Can't say I blame them, Mr. Drunken Boxer," the rogue said. "How'd you get into that, anyway? Wasn't Quialis ticked to send you off to learn that stuff from Chu Rao?"
"He wasn't completely happy, no," Graigus admitted, "But it was a good opportunity. He taught me a lot."
"It shows, kid," Dam said. "Maybe I should have learned to kick people instead of stab them."
"Wouldn't it be a lot harder to kick someone in the back?"
"Martial arts aren't about hurting people... they're about learning self-control, while doubling as a way to defend yourself," the monk said, ignoring Dam as the rogue grinned at Lunauga's statement.
"Yeah, right... well, you sure as hell know how to defend yourself, kid, that's for sure."
"What about you, Mr. Dicem... who taught you how to steal? Ruburan? Nosshu? Someone else?"
"Dicem? Ruburan? Nosshu? Why do thieves have such silly names?" Lunauga asks.
"Heh... it took a while to get to Dam Dicem," the rogue said, grinning. "The Dark Phoenix, Kid Cutter, even The Shanker... didn't like the last one all that much, though. Guys used to call me that if I messed up..."
"So you make up these silly names?" Lunauga says, confused. "Then what was your name before you were a thief?"
"First rule of the business - using your real name is an invitation for trouble," Dam said. "You make up an alias, because if people know your name, they know who your dad and your mom are."
"You didn't answer me."
"And I'm not going to. I don't give out my real name to anyone, not even giant owls," Dicem said, his tone deadly serious. "They may not have been the best parents, but they meant well and I'm not going to risk them getting shanked because of me."
"What does shank mean? And why would I do it to your parents?"
"Shank is another name for stab," Graigus explained. "And he doesn't think you're going to do it... he thinks you'll tell someone and they'll do it because Dam robbed them or something."
"But I don't talk to anyone who would do that. Even if Dam robbed Sorel I doubt he'd stab Dam's parents. He doesn't even have anything sharp!"
"Doesn't matter," Dam said. "Better safe than sorry."
"Is this one of those times where it's better to be less human?" Lunauga asks.
"Something like that," the orange-haired youth said. "The closest thing to a 'real name' I use anymore is Colios - that's how people found me, when I started hunting."
"If that's made up too then how is it any closer to a real name?" Lunauga asks. "Is there anyone who knows your real name?"
"The only people who know are the boss and someone else, someone who's dead now," Dam said. "And as for being closer to a real name... you don't go into town as Dam Dicem, unless you want to get thrown in jail. No... Colios, I can use to lead a normal life again."
"The boss?" Lunauga says. "You mean Derrik? You trust Derrik with your name?"
"Not him... he'd sell it to the highest bidder, then try to sell me protection," Dam said. "No... I mean Ruburan... he's the only guy I've ever called boss, and the only one I ever will call boss."
"Well, what happens when Ruburan dies?" Lunauga says. "No one else but you will know your name. Doesn't that make you a little sad? Or is that one of the parts you gave up to live longer?"
"It is," Dam said. "You do what you have to do."
"I haven't had to be afraid to tell people my name," Lunauga says. "But my parents are dead. I guess that's why."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Graigus said.
"You really do say 'I'm sorry' a lot." Lunauga replies. "They were sick. It's probably better that they're dead because they're not sick anymore. It was really bad. I had to stay at the nest, keeping the carrion pickers away. I never had time to hunt. I was so hungry. But that's when I met Sorel," the owl says proudly. "He noticed me where everyone else just walked by. Sorel's good at that. Noticing. Anyway, he helped me keep my parents from being eaten and then he took me back to live with him and his wife."
"Yeah, that sounds like a Sorel thing to do," Dam said.
"What was she like?" Graigus asked, ignoring the rogue. "Was she pretty?"
"Who?" Lunauga asks.
"Sorel's wife," the monk explained.
"Oh," the owl responded, "I guess. She wasn't an owl, so I can't really judge. Sorel seemed to think so."
"What was she like?" the drunken boxer asked again, obviously interested.
"Umm..." Lunauga murmured, thinking, "...she was really nice, but she didn't like being told what to do. She had a pretty mean sense of humor, but she could always calm Sorel down. He had a terrible temper. Still does, sometimes. She really didn't like humans, except for Sorel. She was just, I don't know, memorable. It's hard to believe it's been thirty years. Even more odd that I've lived so long."
"Didn't like humans... what was she? Elf or something?" Dam asked. "Funny... never saw Sorel as going for a non-human..."
[color=grey][b]"She was a dryad," Lunauga says. "They're like nymphs, I guess, but they're bound to trees. She -- I can't remember how to say her name, but it was long and really pretty -- was the guardian spirit for this huge old oak tree in the Fairy Woods. She would have lived as long as the tree did as long as she stayed close to it. But she didn't. I don't know why."
"I see..." Dam said. "I bet he doesn't know either... maybe we'll figure it out together."
"I think he figured it out," Lunauga says, "At first he was just really angry at her for doing it, but eventually he got to thinking like it was his fault. I don't know why."
But Dicem said nothing, his thoughts far off and in another place entirely.
"That's sad to hear," Graigus said. "I wonder why she did it too... maybe she knew something he didn't?"
"I don't know," Lunauga says. "Sorel's probably going to be really mad at me for telling you all this stuff. I should stop talking now."
"You're probably right," Graigus said, looking back for a moment. Noting Dam's expression, he asked "Are you okay, Mr. Dicem?"
"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine," he said, snapping out of his reverie. "I'm fine."

Posted by: Alpha Fri Oct 13, 2006 9:08 am
Wincing at the hit the lizardman had dealt him, Tanis quickly looks around, realising at last that he's almost surounded by foes. Deciding not to chance his luck anymore, he shuffles backwards carefully and drops into a defensive stance. [5' move left]
[Total Defense. AC25]

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Oct 13, 2006 1:56 pm
[Tumble: 19 + 16 = 35] "Fool? Is that the best answer you can provide?" The Doctor chides and then rolls after the wayward archer, he reaches out once more for the bow, "The unexamined life is not worth living." [AoO] [Disarm: 18 + 3 = 21] ((I was going to withdraw to my former space and get the wand for double healing a round but there's a centaur there. No problems, this works too.))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Oct 13, 2006 8:51 pm
*Ombligo again heals Gilliam, allies falling down beside him. Tears well up in Ombligo's eyes as he sees the already bleak situation turn worse...* ((More worthless healing from Ombligo to Gilliam. 1 + 4 + 3 = 8. Ha.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Oct 13, 2006 9:02 pm
*Mahler shakes his head at the golems. They appeared mindless and devoid of will. While he felt pity for them, they were instruments of destruction threating not only himself, but his friends and everyone else. Mahler remembered his conversation with Sorel. He remembered that sometimes fighting force with force was the only option. He solemnly readies his fists again, then lashes out against the mindless golems battering him and his allies. Still caught in reminiscince his first punch is slightly off, but he recovers quickly.*
((Full attack, PA 5
1d20 + 15 - 5 = 13 + 10 = 23.
1d20 + 10 = 17 + 10 = 27.
1d20 + 10 = 16 + 10 = 26.
Damage
2d8 + 8 + 5 = 1 + 2 + 13 = 16.
2d8 + 13 = 8 + 8 + 13 = 29.
2d8 + 13 = 1 + 6 + 13 = 20.
PS: Mahler's AC is 23.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Fri Oct 13, 2006 9:14 pm
Watching in a panic as Farain fell back from the line, Langston was struck once more. He steadied himself as best he could to keep his defenses up, inching backward on his heels just a little bit to keep a better eye on his opponents. "Think I'm runnin' out of blood," he said with a wheezy snicker. "Uh...little help here..."
((Full Defense AC 30 + 1 (Hasted) = 31/32 to the Griffon (Dodge)))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Oct 13, 2006 9:15 pm
Noting the fallen wand near Ombligo, Astrid bends down and picks it up. Channelling the arcane power locked within, she sends forth a blast of sound at the Golem standing before Gilliam. [Lesser Orb of Sound: Touch Attack : 18 + 7 = 25] [8 Sonic Damage]

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Oct 13, 2006 10:06 pm
((Gorrik declares Dodge to the Golem to the south, AC: 31(32) HP: 61/113 (45/97) Defensive Stance 4 rounds left. Attack1: D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 4(PA) + 1(Haste) = 8 + 14 = 22
Attack2: D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 4(PA) + 1(Haste) = 10 + 14 = 24
Attack3: D20 + 3(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 4(PA) + 1(Haste) = 19 + 9 = 28
Damage1: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 4(PA) = 10 + 6(Electric) + 12 = 22 + 6(Electric)
Damage2: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 4(PA) = 8 + 5(Electric) + 12 = 20 + 5(Electric)
Damage3: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 4(PA) = 7 + 1(Electric) + 12 = 19 + 1(Electric)
Attack the golem to the South-West, AKA Arby's golem.))

Posted by: Cyrus Fri Oct 13, 2006 10:07 pm
Hearing Langston's lament, Gail once again channels healing energy, this time sealing the grievous wounds the acrobat had taken while keeping her shield facing the enraged lizardman. She feels like she should say something, shout orders or cheer them on...but reality would crush anything she would say. Hold on...please hold on...
[LoH on Langston: 20 HP healed. AC: 23.]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Oct 14, 2006 12:03 am
Sorel rips apart his target even as Kria and Farain both strike the northern Sniper and slay the foul creature. Gillaim falls back, firing his Firestorm once more and nearly felling the Devil Soldier to his left with the powerful weapon. ((Hit. 33 damage.))
Mahler's powerful blows cause the golem in front of Arbeiten to crumble even as Gorrik redirects his attacks to the other stone warrior, causing him great damage.
Coventry grabs the bow in the Sniper's hands, but he merely twists it in an odd manner to free it from the Doctor's grasp, walking backward a few feet to fire again at the disarming doctor. Two arrows thud into his left arm.
((Hit, Natural 20! Unconfirmed. 7 damage to Coventry.))
The Mist Demons slash at Gilliam and Tanis, only managing minor blows before withdrawing.
((Miss, Miss, Miss, Hit. 5 damage to Tanis.))
A pair of glaive strikes and axe blows fall upon Sorel, but only one manages to hit, the rest turned away at the last moment by the thick hide of the Dire Lion. A gash is opened on the lion's flank.
((Miss, Miss, Hit, Miss. 11 damage to Sorel.))
An axe slides across Farain's backside as the insane gibbering of a Devil Soldier fills the air.
((Hit, Miss. 11 damage to Farain.))
A pair of fiery arrows from Aelis nyx fly towards Sorel. The first strikes the massive lion, but by a miraculous stroke of luck, the druid dodges the second and it embeds itself in the head of the Devil Soldier Gilliam just shot up. The warrior falls, lifeless.
((Hit. Natural 1! Confirming... Natural 1! Confirmed Upgraded Critical Miss. Rolling to hit ally... Critical Hit! 39 damage to the Devil Soldier. Devil Soldier dies! 14 damage to Sorel.))
"What? How... That should've been impossible..." Aelisnyx says, mystified.
A stray arrow lightly strikes Gail.
((Hit, Miss. 6 damage to Gail.))
A Harpy arrow embeds itself into Coventry's chest, barely missing his heart.
((Nat 20! Miss. Confirming... unconfirmed. 8 damage to Coventry.))
Golem fists miss Mahler and Gorrik, even though a golem fist nearly smashes into his cheek.
((Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss.))
A Devil Soldier steps up to slam his axe into Arbeiten.
((Hit, Miss. 9 damage after DR.))
The Lizardmen move forward and nearly fell Tanis and Gail with a pair of blows aimed for the throat. An axe slams into Gail even as a claw tears the flesh around Tanis' neck.
((Miss, Nat 20! Unconfirmed. 11 damage to Gail. Miss, Nat 20! Critical Hit! 14 damage to Tanis.))
A golem bashes apart the work Ombligo just did as the other devils uniformly miss.
((Hit, Miss. Misses across the board for remaining enemies. 9 damage after DR to Gilliam.))
Next turn!

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Oct 14, 2006 2:59 am
*Mahler heaves slightly, appearing as though he had sighed. One down, too many to go. Mahler continued to feel remorse for the destruction of one so similar to himself, which is something he had not seen before. It made him feel less alone, yet it saddened him at how different they were from him. In an act of tough love, Mahler winds up and wails on the golem in front of him which had assailed him only moments before.*
((Full Attack, PA 5
1d20 + 10 = 19 + 10 = 29.
1d20 + 10 = 10 + 10 = 20.
1d20 + 10 = 12 + 22 = 22.
Damage
2d8 + 13 = 4 + 8 + 13 = 25.
2d8 + 13 = 1 + 3 + 13 = 17.
2d8 + 13 = 7 + 7 + 13 = 27.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Oct 14, 2006 3:52 am
"Not much of a talker? ...or is it not much of a thinker?" Coventry muses, seemingly indifferent to the dire wounds which could have easily slew him had he not been so fortunate. He shakes his head sadly, "This was an entertaining little diversion but now I think I'll leave you to my friend puss. I believe she has some old business to settle with you..." He flips backwards and rolling between two devils comes up near Kayla. Holding his shield before him defensively, his skilled hands quickly staunch the flow of the maiden's blood.
[Tumble: 6 + 16 = 22]
[Heal: 10 + 18 = 28]

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Oct 14, 2006 4:02 am
Sorel roars in pain but lays into the devil soldier unabated, all of his blows finding home. ((Full Attack, 5 hits. 10, 11, 5, 5, and 7 damage. Not close enough to anything else to redirect any if that doesn't kill it If the Soldier goes down Sorel 5' steps north
AC 30, HP 25/58))
It is at this time that Lunauga and company come upon the battlefield. "WHAT'S GOING ON?!" the owl shrieks as he swoops down, instinctively, to allow his passengers to disembark.
((Lunauga lands 10' south of Kria))

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Oct 14, 2006 4:16 am
((Gorrik declares Dodge to the Golem to the south, switch to the guard if the golem departs from this mortal coil. AC: 31(32) HP: 61/113 (45/97) Defensive Stance 4 rounds left. Attack1: D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 5(PA) + 1(Haste) = 18 + 13 = 31
Attack2: D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 5(PA) + 1(Haste) = 13 + 13 = 26
Attack3: D20 + 3(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 5(PA) + 1(Haste) = 4 + 8 = 12
Damage1: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 5(PA) = 9 + 3(Electric) + 13 = 22 + 3(Electric)
Damage2: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 5(PA) = 7 + 6(Electric) + 13 = 20 + 6(Electric)
Damage3: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 5(PA) = 4 + 1(Electric) + 13 = 17 + 1(Electric)
Attack the golem to the South.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Oct 14, 2006 4:27 am
Astrid holds the wand forth once more, channeling the arcane power stored within. [Ranged Touch Attack: 10 + 7 = 17] [Damage: 1... Sonic : Soldier North of Langston]

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Oct 14, 2006 5:09 am
Arbeiten's shoulders shake as he lifts his heavy shield to block yet another swing, grimacing against the pain as an axe strikes his other side hard enough to cave in his armor. Still, the golem beside him was in even worse condition. Quickly, the healer used the wand on him, hoping his allies could survive just a little longer...
Use wand on Mahler twice.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Oct 14, 2006 6:47 am
"You make an appearance, but no advance warning, Aelisnyx? You really are a bitch, aren't you?" Dam said, descending from the back of the owl. "No, wait... shame on me for not being here to kill you myself from the get-go." "Ever the gentleman, Mr. Dicem," Aelisnyx sighs as Dam makes his entrance. "Your group's prowess is impressive, as expected. But I haven't begun to exert myself yet."
Even as the rogue spoke, Graigus took off at breakneck speed, coming to a halt just to the north of Sorel. Lashing out, he leveled a stunning kick at the possessed man with the intent to bring him down.
((Stunning Fist Declared
Attack: 1d20 +5 (bab) +3 (str) +2 (charge) = 27
Damage: 2d6 (wpn) +3 (str) = 10
DC 16 Fort save vs. stun failed; Soldier is stunned for one round.))
"Really... you'd think that you'd know better than to use Barbazus against us by now, devil wench" Dicem growled, daggers in hand. Slipping swiftly to Graigus' side, he reared back and plunged the weapon into the back of the hellish creature before him.
"Tell your buddies in hell that the Dark Phoenix is coming for the leader of this pitiful army," he hissed into the ear of his victim in Infernal, each word taking on a hellish tone.
((Tumble: 1d20 +9 (ranks) +2 (syn) +4 (dex) = 18; move at half-speed.
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +4 (dex) +1 (wpn) + 1 (w. foc) +2 (flank) = 21
Damage: 1d6 (wpn) +1 (str) +3d6 (sneak) = 19
Also, the map below should be accurate as of my post.))

Posted by: Cyrus Sat Oct 14, 2006 9:27 am
Gail gasps as the axe skates across her chest just below her collar bone, not even an inch away from cutting her neck open clean. This was getting far too close...more strikes such as that, and neither her or anyone else would be standing soon. Staggering to regain her footing, she then pushes off her left foot into a short leap, divine flames sheathing the blade as she brings her weapon down on the lizard's shoulder. Two more strikes follow, divine force guiding them to dig deeper into the evil soldier.
[FA on E Lizardman. Smite 1st, Divine Might.
Attack 1: 1d20(6)+6(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+6(Smite)=21.
Damage: 1d10(6)+2(STR)+6(Might)+7(Smite)=21.
Attack 2: 1d20(13)+2(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)=18.
Damage: 1d10(6)+2(STR)+6(Might)=14.
Attack 3: 1d20(11)+6(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)=20.
Damage: 1d10(4)+2(STR)+6(Might)=12.
Total Damage: 21+14+12=47 damage.]

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Oct 14, 2006 2:31 pm
"Damn, dicem's here..." A look of panic comes over the Doctor, his eyes widening in terror, "We're all going to die!" He stumbles a bit, his face going pale, "It's hopeless! This is a battle we can't win!" He glances at Aelisnyx pleadingly, "I surrender!!!!"

Posted by: Aldur Sat Oct 14, 2006 6:11 pm
((Curse me having a social life. Two updates? O_o)) Kria smirked as she raised her blade, deflecting one of the arrows, and laughing as the other only nicked her shoulder. She rolled her eyes at what the archer and then noticed him running away from her. She tutted, running after him, firing off another blast.
"Hey! Wait up!"
((2 damage to Kria after DR from before.
Ranged touch: 4+5+5 =14 ranged touch on Archer.
Damage: 18 total.))

Posted by: Rusty Sat Oct 14, 2006 6:24 pm
((No, that's simply a map update.)) *Ombligo continues to use the wand, doing what he can to keep Gilliam up.* ((5 + 7 + 3 = 15 HP restored.))

Posted by: Tarethen Sat Oct 14, 2006 6:51 pm
With others taking care of his last target, Farain set his sights on another stray archer. He lifted his bow and sent another volley of arrows towards the enemy, panting and sweating due to his dwindling energy. ((Full attack w/Haste: Attack 1:
1d20: 18 +6(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(haste) = 31.
Attack 2:
1d20: 16 +1(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(haste) = 24.
Attack 3:
1d20: 15 +6(bab) +6(dex) +1(haste) = 28.
Damage 1:
2d6: 3 + 2 + 5(explosive arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) = 17.
Damage 2:
2d6: 6 + 4 + 1(explosive arrow) +6(str) +1(magic) = 18.
Damage 3:
2d6: 4 + 4 + 1(explosive arrow) +6(str) + 1(magic) = 16.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sat Oct 14, 2006 10:21 pm
"Phew, you have no idea how much I needed that," he said to Gail with a smile. Seeing a bit of injury in the soldier before him he lashed forward in a flurry of quick successive thrusts, unwilling to abandon his position despite the advantage he wanted.
((
Att 1: 22 added up, damage: 3 + 1 = 4
Att 2: 24 added up, damage: 2 + 1 = 3
Att 3: Conf. Crit, damage: 6 + 1 = 7 x 2 = 14
Total: 21
Dodge to the Griffon.
))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Oct 14, 2006 11:25 pm
Mahler manages to slug his golem hard, twice as the Doctor bypasses the baddies arrayed against him and swiftly binds Kayla's bleeding wound. However, his own wound grows worse and worse. ((Kai, you've lost a good deal of HP due to your Infernal Wound, you might want to consider a Heal check.))
Gorrik smashes his opponent apart in two mighty blows, the golem crumbling to a pile of rock under the dwarf's powerful axe.
Mahler is healed by the wand, but only slightly, the curing magic not working as well on the pile of rock.
((Mahler is healed for 5 HP.))
Gilliam, partially repaired by Ombligo's wand yet again, swivels toward the Mist Demon. His chestplate opens, revealing an already charged laser lens. The devastating blue beam sweeps over the battlefield yet again, burning the Devil Soldier and causing the Golem to glow with heat. The Mist Demon distorts its form, shaping itself into an "O" that allows the beam to pass through before reforming.
((27 damage to the Devil Soldier and Golem to Gilliam's north. Mist Demon passed incorporeality. And I rolled another 4, so it's 5 turns before I can use this again.))
The Mist Demons all ascend high into the air.
((All Mist Demons are now 40' off the ground.))
Graigus clobbers his opponent even as Dam wounds his, the devil grimacing at the wound, but continuing to stand. The fell warrior grins at Dam.
"For you to be a Dark Phoenix, you'll have to die first before you can be reborn... Please, allow me..." The barbazu then swipes twice at Dam, but the agile rogue manages to avoid both attacks.
Gail manages to strike her lizardman twice, digging deep into the scaled flesh of her enemy.
Kria's blast burns into the archer just as Farain's explosive arrow rain blows him to chunks.
Langston's flurry of sword thrusts should've killed any ordinary soldier, but a warrior with a devilish spirit is no ordinary soldier and he remains standing.
Arbeiten and Mahler both stand firm as blows land on their armor and hide, absorbed by the protective metal and stone around them. Gail too, manages to parry away the attacks aimed at her.
Tanis, however, is not so lucky, taking two claws to the gut courtesy of his lizardman opponent.
((Hit, Hit. 14 damage to Tanis.))
Another two arrows fly past Sorel as Aelisnyx speaks.
"Your power is impressive, as expected. But you've yet to truly face the real might of the Devil Army!" Aelisnyx says even as Gilliam takes another golem fist to the chest and Langston is clawed by the Griffon.
((Miss, Hit, Miss, Miss, Hit. 2 damage to Gilliam, 6 damage to Langston.))
As another Devil attempts and fails to hit the dodging Langston, Aelisnyx snaps her fingers. The Harpies begin singing, tempting lyrics floating across the battlefield and tugging at the minds of all present to drop everything and come be with them...
((Captivating Song. Make 2 DC16 Will saves. Fail either and you have to drop what you're doing and walk towards the harpies. Gilliam fails by rolling a 1 and a 5 despite immense Will save bonus. Shades of Kyoji!))
Gilliam's mind immediately clouds over. For him, the voice singing is a call to times past, of a life long left behind in buried memories... For him, the voices calling to him are not harpies, but the voices of those dearest to him, calling him home. How can he not obey?
Next turn!

Posted by: Aldur Sat Oct 14, 2006 11:34 pm
Kria walks up next to the harpies, a smile on her face. "OOOOOOH. PRETTY SHINY THINGS" Seriously though... Kria smirks as the archer falls, and then blinks, hearing something. She turns, and hears an amazing song, reminding her of the very first bangle she ever found, shortly after she had ran away from home, shining in a brook, and she had took it. She still had the item. With a giggle she walks towards the source.
((Kria is beside the harpies.))

Posted by: Alpha Sat Oct 14, 2006 11:57 pm
Reeling now from his injuries, Tanis manages to block out the song of the harpies. However, with his lifeblood flowing freely, it seems to only be a small success. Cursing his earlier foolishness as taunting the foe, he flung up his arms in front of him, trying to defend his self as best he can.
[Will saves:
1d20 + 6 = 23...pass
1d20 + 6 = 21...pass
Hahahaaa...
Total defense: AC25]
((Tanis is on 4HP, FYI))

Posted by: Tarethen Sat Oct 14, 2006 11:58 pm
Hearing the song of the harpies, Farain does his best to not succumb to it, eventually succeeding. He lifted his bow, taking aim on one of the flying beasts that his allies were walking towards. ((For the Will saves: 11 + 7 = 18. 13 + 7 = 20. Both passed.
Attack 1:
1d20: 16 +6(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(haste) = 29
Attack 2:
1d20: 20
Rolled a 7 after that. Everything added up to... 15.
Confirmed.
Attack 3:
1d20: 1
Then rolled a 16.
Passed the critical miss.
Damage 1:
2d6: 3 + 1 + 3(explosive arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) = 14
Damage 2:
2d6: 3 + 5 + 6(explosive arrow) x3 = 42 + 6(str) + 1(magic) = 49.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun Oct 15, 2006 12:18 am
Langston grows bored with the mediocrity of attacking things and helping his comrades. He goes to listen to those phat beats.

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Oct 15, 2006 2:19 am
((Will save1: D20 + 6 = 11 + 6 = PASSED! Will Save 2 : D20 + 6 = 12 + 6 = PASSED! Gorrik declares Dodge to the guard. AC: 31(32) HP: 61/113 (45/97)
Defensive Stance 3 rounds left.
Attack1: D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 5(PA) + 1(Haste) = 16 + 13 = 29
Attack2: D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 5(PA) + 1(Haste) = 17 + 13 = 30
Attack3: D20 + 3(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 5(PA) + 1(Haste) = 3 + 8 = 11
Damage1: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 5(PA) = 6 + 2(Electric) + 13 = 19 + 2(Electric)
Damage2: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 5(PA) = 7 + 2(Electric) + 13 = 20 + 2(Electric)
Damage3: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 5(PA) = 2 + 4(Electric) + 13 = 15 + 4(Electric)
Attack the guard.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 15, 2006 3:31 am
Das Map:

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Oct 15, 2006 3:51 am
Sorel roars and rears back to continue his attack when he is distracted by the song. Harmonizing with the dissonant wail of a harpy he hears what sounds like his wife's voice, singing a song she had often sung before, in the woodland tongue. He raises his head and looks toward the sound, seeing her floating there. A growl dies in his throat as his green eyes widen in shock, but the form wavers, fades, and he sees another screeching harpy in her place. With a roar of fury, the druid turns and lashes into his foes, felling a possessed soldier and turning to scratch at a golem.
((Will saves: 16 and natural 20. Pass, Pass.
5' step to the right, full attack.
First 3 attacks kill the Galam soldier, next two deal 6 and 4 damage before DR to the golem below Mahler.
HP 25/58, AC 30))

Posted by: Rusty Sun Oct 15, 2006 6:44 am
((WILL save totals: 25, 19 Healing: 1 + 2 + 3 = 6. HAHAHAA)) *Ombligo shakes the wand as barely any energy leaves it. Despite the number of the enemies dwindling, he still feels overcome with worry, especially as Gilliam stops his attacks.* ((Also, Tarethen, when you crit, your STR, weapon damage, and the magic damage are all modified.
You didn't deal 49 damage, you dealt 63.
Revision of Tare's crit: [Note to TheUnknownMarine]
Damage 2:
2d6: (3 + 5 + 6 (explosive arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) ) x3 = 63.))

Posted by: Cyrus Sun Oct 15, 2006 8:07 am
Gail continues her assault on the lizardman, horrific twin wails causing her to jerk in surprise and miss her target. Turning to the source, she spots the pair of harpies off in the distance...and a number of her comrades walking straight toward them. Eyes widening, she shouts herself, desperation beating back exhaustion, "Don't listen! It's a trap!" Turning back to the lizard, she strikes twice more, her second an awkward thrust as the harpies reach a jarringly high screech.
[FA East Lizardman. Divine Might.
Attack 1: 1d20(3)+7(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+1(Haste)=14.
Damage: No.
Attack 2: 1d20(18)+2(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+1(Haste)=22.
Damage: 1d10(9)+2(Str)+6(Might)=17.
Attack 3: 1d20(5)+7(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+1(Haste)=16.
Damage: Keep walking, Jack.]

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Oct 15, 2006 8:55 am

QUOTE (Cyrus @ Sun Oct 15, 2006 4:07 am)
"Don't listen! It's a trap!"

((Will do, Admiral Ackbar.))

Posted by: Tarethen Sun Oct 15, 2006 2:51 pm

QUOTE (Rusty @ Sun Oct 15, 2006 12:44 am)
((WILL save totals: 25, 19 Healing: 1 + 2 + 3 = 6. HAHAHAA)) *Ombligo shakes the wand as barely any energy leaves it. Despite the number of the enemies dwindling, he still feels overcome with worry, especially as Gilliam stops his attacks.* ((Also, Tarethen, when you crit, your STR, weapon damage, and the magic damage are all modified.
You didn't deal 49 damage, you dealt 63.
Revision of Tare's crit: [Note to TheUnknownMarine]
Damage 2:
2d6: (3 + 5 + 6 (explosive arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) ) x3 = 63.))

((Thanks, Rusty. XD Though, that just means the harpy should be deader. ))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Oct 15, 2006 4:57 pm
EVen as the harpies sang, the dwarf blinked his eyes. Slowly, though his senses fought against it, their images changed to that of his companions at the Temple. They called to him, asked that he come back and say for a bit longer... and after his exchange with Dicem earlier, why should he refuse?
And so, laying the staff across his shoulder, he went to them... anything else would be wrong, even participating in the pointless battle around him.
"It's going to take more than th-" Dam began, shrugging off the sound of one of the harpies. And yet, the other soon ceased to be a harpy, but a specter from his past which should not - could not - be here now, like this.
As if to prove his point, Farain's arrow tore through not the harpy but another woman from his past, returning her to the state in which he'd last seen her - dead. Hoping against hope that he could undo this time what he was forced to do before, he raced to her side, heedless of all else.
((Graigus failed both saves by 3 (go go double nat. 2's), while dicem passed one and failed the other. The harpy he didn't save against is dead, but it'll be another round before he's got his senses back.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:08 pm
Farain's shots explode the harpy they were aimed at, sending the mangled corpse of the bird-creature to thud on the forest floor. As Gilliam walks by the Barbazu and Golem, they lash out at him, a golem fist managing to smash into his arm. However, the addled ancient proceeds past them, unheeding.
((AoOs: Miss, Hit. 5 damage after DR.))
Langston finds himself beset by blows as well, taking a nasty axe chop to the side. However, in a twist of fate, the Griffon trips over its own claws trying to hit him and falls prone. The beast gets up, but is too busy regaining its balance to do much more.
((Hit, Critical Miss! 7 damage to Langston, Griffon loses its turn.))
The Lizardman strikes at Tanis twice with its claws, but the defensive stance of the mage enables him to dodge both blows.
((Miss, Miss, you would've gotten hit were it not for full defensive.))
The other Lizardman blocks two of Gail's strikes with his shield before the paladin manages to slide her blade under the monster's guard, drawing a fair amount of blood with the forceful thrust. The monster's counterattack is accurate, but not too mighty.
((Hit, Hit. 11 damage to Gail.))
The Devil Soldier near Tanis steps up and swings, but once again, the battlemage's defensive abilities save him from injury.
((Miss, Miss.))
A stray arrow hits Dam in the shoulder, but he barely notices, still caught up in the lingering effects of the song.
((Miss, Hit. 6 damage to Dam.))
Another two arrows go flying over Sorel's head as Aelisnyx frowns at the druid's supernatural luck.
The harpy continues to sing even as it claws at Dam, viciously. However, despite his charmed state, the harpy has trouble damaging him, most of its claws catching on the rogue's armor.
((Abyssal rolls mean I hit you only once for 2 damage.))
The Barbazu remaining attempts to slay Langston, but doesn't even manage to hit.
((Miss, Miss.))
The southern Devil Soldier retaliates by chopping at Mahler. The axe strikes with great force, sending a large number of stone chips flying into the air.
((Hit, Miss. 9 damage to Mahler after DR.))
Mahler is unaffected by the singing, his unique structure and mindset enabling him to shrug off the song with ease. He smashes into his golem foe once more, sending up a great cloud of stonedust as he pummels his target. The creature looks ready to collapse.
((Power attack 5. Hit, Miss. 20 damage after DR.))
The golem counterattacks, though, and a fist smashes into Mahler's stone face with incredible force, breaking off the piece of rock that had serve as Mahler's 'nose'.
((Hit, Miss. 14 damage after DR.))
Coventry heads toward the harpy, unable to resist the siren song.
((Fail, Fail.))
The Mist demons ascend another 60', reaching a height of 90' in the air.
Next turn!

Posted by: Cyrus Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:30 pm
Gail stumbles as the blow strikes her, her vision fading as blood loss begins to take its toll. Calling upon a hidden reserve of strength, however, she is able to continue her assault, blow after blow cutting into the soldier's hide. [Attack 1: 1d20(13)+7(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+1(Haste)=24.
Damage: 1d10(1)+2(STR)+6(Might)=9.
Attack 2: 1d20(7)+2(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+1(Haste)=13.
Damage: 1d10(1)+2(STR)+6(Might)=9.
Attack 3: 1d20(19)+7(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+1(Haste)=30, Critical threat.
Confirm: 1d20(7)+7(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+1(Haste)=18.
Damage: 1d10(10)+2(STR)+6(Might)=18.]

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:59 pm
*Mahler finishes the mindless golem then proceeds to aid Arbeiten with the posessed soldier. With two powerful blows, Mahler knocks the wind out of the soldier and breaks his face. The man drops to the ground with a thud, and Mahler advances forward, ready for the next challenge. Upon doing so, Mahler reflects on the nature of not only the evil galam soldier he had just slain, but also the others. Sensing the others might know more about why six of Galam's soldiers might act thusly, Mahler calls out to them.*
: Does anyone else find it out that soldiers of Galam would act like this?
((Mahler full attacks and deals 39 damage with 2 attacks. 5' step south
29 SM, 11 Kno: Planes.
Roll Kno:Planes to realize what's wrong with the soldiers.))

Posted by: Tarethen Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:03 pm
Farain continued to fight, despite his wounds growing more and more painful. One of his eyes were closed as he continued to pant, sending arrows in the direction of the second harpy. (( Take a step down 5' to Mahler's old spot. Harpy, plz. Attack 1: 20. Hit
Attack 2: 11. Miss
Attack 3: 16. Hit.
Damage 1:
2d6: 4 + 1 +2(explosive arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) = 14.
Damage 3:
2d6: 4 + 2 + 1(explosive arrow) + 6(str) +1(magic) = 14. ))

Posted by: Aldur Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:14 pm
Kria stood nearby the harpy, oblivious to what was happening. She didn't see or hear the battle, or her friends valiant efforts. Instead, she remembered back to a very rare time in her childhood. ** A much younger Kria was sitting by a river, humming to herself, idly shooting tiny eldritch blasts at the passing insects, watched from a little ways away by her mother, standing strong and proud. Assured in the fact her daughter had inherited her power, and could take over when she died.
Kria smiled as she paddled, standing up and running to her mother, holding up something she had found in the water. Her Mother frowned, taking it and holding it up to the light. It was a ring. How curious. She handed it back to Kria, allowing the child to keep it, and then smirked, her eyes taking on a faroff look for a moment, grabbing Kria swiftly by the hand and leading her away, the nearby plantlife withering and dying from the sheer malevolence and power the leader of the tribe held.
Little Kria tilted her head to one side and giggled as she watched the little flowers wither, finding it funny. Soon they arrive back at the encampment, her mother patting her gingerly on the head as she moves to talk to the others in the council, and within an hour the tribe was geared for battle. Kria watched in awe as she saw her Mother's own squad, the Priestess' own hand picked guard, powerful warlocks everyone.
And then came the others, the normal spellcasters and shamans and warriors and archers, all geared to attack. They left, And Kria; along with the other children, and those left behind to guard the camp awaited their return.
The catfolk girl smiled and slipped away like she had done in the past, able to use that one thing her mother had taught her to seek out her family, watching the battle from a nearby treetop, her keen eyes watching her mother battle valiantly, destroying the infidels in their caravans with their luxury...and the gasped, as a guard came up behind her, his axe raised, when the little girl shouted and pointed, a potent blast of energy streaking towards the offending axeman, laying him dead. Her mother turned sharply, saw the axeman fall and looked around, noting Kria in the tree.
She tutted in annoyance at having been caught off guard and yet felt proud her daughter could indeed slay the enemies of their god. She looked around, they had won. The enemy left had fled, and she saw Kria running over to her. She picked up her daughter and set her on her shoulders.
Kria giggled at this and then gasped as her mother bend down, the little catgirl holding on tightly as looked at what her mother was doing; removing a ring from the finger of the axeman she had killed. Kria looked at it in awe, it was so pretty and gasped as her mother gave it to her.
"Another one. Come now, we must return."
"Yes mother."
And Kria smiled to herself, feeling proud that she had saved her mother from being hurt and at having gotten another ring. She turned her head to look back at the glorious battlefield, so pleased that she had helped her family win the battle against the evil ones. She then tilted her head to one side, frowning a little. The enemy was strange. They had so many young and old soldiers...that weren't even wearing armour! How silly! She giggled at their stupidity and hummed to herself, as she went home to recieve praise for aiding in the struggle against evil.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Oct 15, 2006 11:31 pm
((I thought Arby took care of that, if I had realized not I would have just put it in after I realized that I couldn't use UMD untrained. Regardless, I'll just handle that now...)) [Will Saves] [12 + 11 = 23] [20...+11 = 31] A distant, pleasant expression crosses the Doctor's face a moment after the enchanting song begins. He smiles lightly, humming along dreamingly, his eyes slowly glazing over, "That song...." He starts to a take a step towards the harpies, then stumbles while his face twists in pain. He staggers back, clutching at the fearsome wounds in his side and staring down at the blood trickling from his wounds, "Oh my goddess! I'm... I'm bleeding..." His face goes ashen white, looking on the verge of collapse, "I'm bleeding!!! I... I need a Doctor! Someone! I need a..." Then he blinks, an embarrassed expression coming over his face, "Oh...right."
[Heal: 19 + 18 = 37]

Posted by: Alpha Mon Oct 16, 2006 1:05 am
Luckily dodging the blows raining towards him, Tanis begins to feel panic when he realises he's still nearly completely surrounded and that his wounds are nearly overbearing. Hoping both that his luck would hold and that his allies would slay the foes soon, Tanis maintains his defensive stance.
[Total Defense: AC25]

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 16, 2006 2:22 am

QUOTE (Kaihaku @ Sun Oct 15, 2006 5:31 pm)
[Will Saves] [12 + 11 = 23] [20...+11 = 31] A distant, pleasant expression crosses the Doctor's face a moment after the enchanting song begins. He smiles lightly, humming along dreamingly, his eyes slowly glazing over, "That song...." He starts to a take a step towards the harpies, then stumbles while his face twists in pain. He staggers back, clutching at the fearsome wounds in his side and staring down at the blood trickling from his wounds, "Oh my goddess! I'm... I'm bleeding..." His face goes ashen white, looking on the verge of collapse, "I'm bleeding!!! I... I need a Doctor! Someone! I need a..." Then he blinks, an embarrassed expression coming over his face, "Oh...right."
[Heal: 19 + 18 = 37]

((I suppose have to take this back, I didn't realize you had rolled a 5 or less on will saves for me. Actually, I didn't realize you had rolled for me at all.
Astrid fails the second save so... Meh.))
Astrid drops her wand in her reverie and stumbles towards the bird thing.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Mon Oct 16, 2006 2:42 am
Langston stood quietly, enthralled even as one of the harpies fell. He found the music enjoyable and disarming. The attacks on him were annoying though; couldn't these fools just let him listen to the music?

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Oct 16, 2006 2:43 am
"Kysha... I'm sorry," Dicem said, reaching out to the body of the fallen woman before him. "I... I should have let you win, let you take me out. The world would have been a better place otherwise..." Yet, even as he spoke to the corpse, it's form seemed to blur and fade, even as the ringing song of the harpy faded away. Little by little, he began to see the remains before him for what they were... and little by little his anger grew, bubbling and boiling like a pot left on far too long.
"Flying bitches," he growled, shaking the last of the song-induced image free of his mind. "I'm going to kill ever last one of you..."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Oct 16, 2006 2:58 am
Sorel barrels forward, mauling the Barbazu and pinning it to the ground in his jaws. The foul tastes of sulfur and rotten meat fill his mouth, but his grip persists. ((Charge the Barbazu. To-hits of 34, 24, 27, 26, 28. Damage rolls of 13, 11, 10, 11, 7. Free grapple check of 29. Barbazu has to roll a 21 to beat that, so...))
Lunauga shakes off the song's effects, but sees Sorel's friends under its power of the hideous flying woman.
"But...but... none of you can reach!" The owl cries, until he realizes what he has to do. Steeling himself, Lunauga hurls himself into the air towards the harpy, and rakes a talon across its throat. The creature sputters and falls from the sky as black blood drips from the white owl's talon.
((Charge harpy. Attack roll 18, damage 7. Arc tells me this kills it))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 16, 2006 6:57 am
*Swiping the wand back from the confused Astrid, Ombligo takes cover and shoots the Lizardman still wielding a weapon with a powerful burst from the wand of lesser orb of sound.* ((Roll to hit...Natural 20. Confirming: Natural 9 + 4 [BAB] + 2 [DEX] + 1 [size] = 16 touch. Yeah, that probably crits.
Damage: 3 2 5 2 1 2 = 15.
Preferrably take Gorrik's current spot - will delay action if necessary.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Oct 16, 2006 7:05 am
((Taking Gorrik's action. Gorrik declares Dodge to the guard. AC: 31(32) HP: 61/113 (45/97) Defensive Stance 2 rounds left.
Attack1: D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 5(PA) + 1(Haste) = 15 + 13 = 28
Attack2: D20 + 8(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 5(PA) + 1(Haste) = 18 + 13 = 31
Attack3: D20 + 3(BAB) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) - 5(PA) + 1(Haste) = 2 + 8 = 10
Damage1: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 5(PA) = 10 + 6(Electric) + 13 = 23 + 6(Electric)
Damage2: D10 + D6(Electric) + 6(STR) + 2(Axe) + 5(PA) = 3 + 5(Electric) + 13 = 16 + 5(Electric)
Attack the guard.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 16, 2006 7:50 am
Gail slices apart her foe, the Lizardman collapsing into the mud as Mahler crushes every bone in the Devil Soldier's body. Farain sends a pair of arrows at the Harpy, nearing tearing her from the sky, but the wretched creature maintains its altitude. Lunuaga finishes off the monster even as Sorel tears apart the remaining Barbazu.
The remaining Golem turns towards Ombligo and bashes him once, then twice. The poor little jellyfish like being hits the dirt, writhing in pain.
((Hit, Hit. 46 damage to Ombligo. -5 and stable.))
Tanis dodges not only the Devil Soldier's attacks, but the Griffon's as well. Then finally a single Lizardman claw slips past his guard... Gail finds herself clawed at as well.
((Hit, hit. 8 damage. Tanis is at -4. 5 damage to Gail.))
Gorrik chops off the last Devil Soldier's head with ease.
An arrow buries itself into Sorel's back even as another strikes Dam.
((Hit, Miss, Hit, Miss. 12 damage to Sorel. 6 damage to Dam.))
Next turn!

Posted by: Alpha Mon Oct 16, 2006 8:07 am
Tanis crumples to the ground, despite his continuing efforts to remain in the fight. His luck had finally run out. However, when he falls, his wounds do not seem to be getting any worse. [-4 and stable]

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Oct 16, 2006 8:22 am
Roaring in pain as blood trickles out the wound in his back, Sorel brings his massive paws together around the already crumbling golem. The force of the blow crushes the construct. ((Golem's dead)) Lunauga hurtles toward the remaining lizardman, his talon plunging into the monster's shoulder.
((Hit, 13 damage))

Posted by: Cyrus Mon Oct 16, 2006 8:28 am
The sight of seeing Tanis fall is enough to give Gail pause, which in turn is enough for the remaining Lizard to rake her cheek. Though the claw wound is small, it adds to the wounds already piled on, the paladin's concentration flagging underneath the strain of battle. Spotting Gorrik next to her, and smiling as the silver owl's bravery, she moves over so that the dwarf can aid her before smiting the foul creature that had downed her ally. The combination of blood lust and blood loss, however, nearly undo her, causing another nearly fumbled strike. Come on, she chides herself mentally, knowing the costs of such a mistake in a battle like this. You know that you're better than this...
[Five foot step East, FA North Lizardman. Smite, Divine Might.
Attack 1: 1d20(10)+7(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+1(Haste)+6(Smite)=27.
Damage: 1d10(7)+2(STR)+7(Smite)+6(Might)=22.
Attack 2: 1d20(16)+2(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+1(Haste)=22.
Damage: 1d10(2)+2(STR)+6(Might)=10.
Attack 3: 1.
Confirm: 1d20(9)+7(BAB)+2(STR)+1(weapon)+1(Haste)=20.
Normal Miss.]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Oct 16, 2006 8:48 am
Hastily pulling free his bow, the angered Dicem draws his bow as he moves, stopping just next to Mahler before snapping off a shot at the devilish archer near the erinyes. ((Attack1: 1d20 +6 (bab) +4 (dex) +1 (wpn) +1 (pbs) -2 (shaky) = 14 Damage: 1d6 +1 (bow) +1 (fire) +1 (pbs) = 7 regular, 1 fire
DC 15 reflex save or the archer catches on fire.
Also, since both harpies stopped singing last round (due to death), everyone captivated should be free to act next round.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Oct 16, 2006 2:06 pm
[Kayla just lays there. Looks like she wasn't put on the map, either... Hmm, I suppose it doesn't matter, her being out of it and all.]

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Oct 16, 2006 2:32 pm

QUOTE (Dark Maiden @ Mon Oct 16, 2006 9:06 am)
[Kayla just lays there. Looks like she wasn't put on the map, either... Hmm, I suppose it doesn't matter, her being out of it and all.]

She's lying in the bottom right square occupied by Sorel.

Posted by: Tarethen Mon Oct 16, 2006 9:41 pm
Farain let a few more arrows fly, one towards the lizardman, the last towards the stray archer. ((Exploding arrows. Yada, yada. Not moving. Attack 1: 1d20: 10 + 13(mods) = 23. Lizardman. Hit. Attack 2:
1d20: 10 + 8(mods) = 18. Archer. Hit.
Attack 3:
1d20: 1
Confirming critical miss.
1d20: 10 + 13(mods) = 23. Passed that. Whew. Miss on Archer.
Damage 1:
2d6: 6 + 2 +6(explosive arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) = 21.
Damage 2:
2d6: 4 + 3 +6(explosive arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) = 20. ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 16, 2006 10:10 pm
Gail slashes at the Lizardman even as Lunuaga claws him. The reptilian warrior is left reeling as one of Farain's arrows slam into him, finishing him off. The other arrow buries itself into the archer only to have the cowardly devil flee into the woods.
With no enemies left to attack, Gorrik abandons his Defensive Stance to attack the Griffon, moving five feet up. The birdlion counterattacks, but fails to pierce the dwarf's heavy armor.
((-2 Str for the duration of this encounter. Hit, Hit, Miss. 39 damage to the Griffon. Griffon attacks, all miss.))
Next turn!

Posted by: Aldur Mon Oct 16, 2006 10:15 pm
Kria blinks and glares at the harpies, ascending into the sky again, her black shadowy wings propelling her high in the sky as her eyes narrow on the form of the devil commander. Kria points a challenging finger at her, obviously miffed. And the familiar blast erupts from her hand, her sword raised in a defensive stance, ready for deflecting some arrows.
"Hey! You! Allie!"
((Ascend 30 feet into the sky. Ranged touch on Aelisnyx: 17+10= 27. Hit.
Damage: 15.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Oct 16, 2006 11:57 pm
With the enemies around him down, and no need to hold the line for the safety of the spellcasters, Arbeiten lumbers around as quickly as his armor allows, healing the dying and the most severely wounded. Action (3 rounds worth) Use wand on Ombligo, Kayla, and Farain.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Oct 17, 2006 12:01 am

QUOTE (Wandering Dezorian @ Mon Oct 16, 2006 11:57 pm)
With the enemies around him down, and no need to hold the line for the safety of the spellcasters, Arbeiten lumbers around as quickly as his armor allows, healing the dying and the most severely wounded. Action (3 rounds worth) Use wand on Ombligo, Kayla, and Farain.

((Kayla is healed 11 HP. Ombligo is healed 13 HP. Farain is healed 13 HP and is cured of the Infernal Wound.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Oct 17, 2006 2:35 am
[Thanks!] Kayla lets out a soft moan as she comes back to consciousness. Her eyes slowly flutter open, and she looks around. Deeming it safe to stand, she rises to her feet. Since she is badly wounded, she pulls a potion from her pouch and drinks it.
[Kayla stands up and drinks a potion of Cure Moderate Wounds. It restores 12 hit points.]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:39 am
"Kria, drop the wand if you're not using it!" Dicem yelled, calming himself before barking orders. "Gail, Gorrik, take that sorry excuse for a bird down! Farain, you're with me; let's reduce that Hydra to the useless meatsack it is! The rest of you, heal up; I've got potions in my pack, use them!"
((Drop pack and full attack the hydra.
Attack1: 1d20 +6 (bab) +4 (dex) +1 (wpn) -2 (shaky) = nat 20; crit threat
Confirm: 1d20 +6 (bab) +4 (dex) +1 (wpn) -2 (shaky)= 26
Damage: [1d8 +1 (bow)]x3 (crit) = 27
Attack2: 1d20 +1 (bab) +4 (dex) +1 (wpn) -2 (shaky) +1 (pbs) = 19
Damage: 1d8 +1 (bow) +1 (pbs) = 10))

Posted by: Tarethen Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:51 am
Farain turned his head to look at Dicem, giving him a nod as he did the same to the monk that healed him. "Eat arrows you scaley freak," Farain said sternly as he sent his arrows towards the hydra. ((Rapid shot with a full attack plus haste. Attack 1:
1d20: 12 + 6(bab) + 6(dex) +1(haste) -2(rapid shot) = 23
Damage:
2d6: 3 + 5 + 1(explosive arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) = 16.
Attack 2:
1d20: 16 + 1(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(haste) - 2(rapid shot) = 22.
Damage:
2d6: 6 + 5 + 4(explosive arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) = 22.
Attack 3:
1d20: 13 + 6(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(haste) - 2(rapid shot) = 24.
Damage:
2d6: 3 + 4 + 6(explosive arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) = 20.
Attack 4:
1d20: 9 + 6(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(haste) - 2(rapid shot) = 20.
Damage:
2d6: 6 + 3 + 2(explosive arrow) + 6(str) + 1(magic) = 18. ))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Oct 17, 2006 4:17 am
((I've got some major de ja vu going on here. Seriously.)) *The magic creature floats in the air again as he is raised. He groans, rubbing his shell. Still feeling a bit groggy, Ombligo experiences a new, awful sensation - a headache. Having never been knocked unconscious before, it is total luck as Ombligo shoots another powerful blast from the wand.*
((If the Hydra is dead, shoot the Griffon.
Roll to hit...Natural 20. I kid you not.
Confirming. Natural 19. +4 [BAB] + 2 [DEX] + 1 [size] = 26 touch. Yes. Crittage. Again. And check this out - it's even more unbelievable.
Damage: 2 1 1 4 5 2 = 15. Again. AIM is funky.
Itz ded.))
*The powerful blow from the orb of sound is enough to fell the Griffon.*

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:41 am
Seeing that the Griffon had been handled, Gail turns her attention to Tanis, administering what little positive energy she had left to stop the bleeding. Looking around, she spots Ignatius laying still on the grass, heart plunging into her stomach as she strains to remember how long it had been since he had fallen. "Gorrik, help Ignatius," she says quickly, hoping the half-vandal was still breathing as she tends to her own patient.
[LoH on Tanis: 7 HP healed.]

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:15 am
Sorel changes form once more, from a wounded lion to a massive, snarling white bear. Some of his wounds close in the process. ((Wildshape into Polar Bear. HP 29/58, AC 30.)) Watching the Hydra fall, Lunauga notices something distinctly odd about its stomach.
"There's a weird round bulge in the Hydra's stomach..." Lunauga says as he lands. "That can't be good..."
((Land. Spot 35, 43 if it's twilight. Either one should pick up the Fizzle Ball))

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:36 am
As Lunauga makes his observation, Gail blinks for a moment, saying "What do you...," before her eyes widen as the realization hits her. Spinning around to the rest of the group, she shouts, "That must be the Spell Surpression Sphere! Quickly, we have to destroy it!" A dark glare casts itself over her face as the paladin's gaze shifts to the lone Erinyes, thoughts of the devil's destruction coursing through her mind...

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:54 am
His feet a flurry of motion, the monk shook off the last of the effects of the song before heading to Lunauga's position. Noting the orb as he neared, he stopped just in front of the fizzle ball, driving his fist into it. ((Sunder: 1d20 +5 (bab) +3 (str) +2 (str) = 26
Damage: 2d6 +3 (str) = 11))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:46 am
Arc can't post maps very well:

Posted by: Alpha Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:58 am
As the healing energy washes over him, Tanis quickly regains consciousness. Quickly looking around, feelings of relief fill him as those who had been attacking him had now been cut down. Deeming it safe to stand, he does so, and reaches into his pack for one of his potions. However, his expectations of its effects are something to be desired.
[Stand from prone]
[Drink potion of CMW: 2d8 + 3 = 9]
((Tanis is at 12HP))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:09 am
((Kria dropped the wands she had. K thx.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Oct 17, 2006 10:01 am
Aelisnyx sends another two arrows at the group, once piercing into Sorel, the other striking first Sorel, then Farain with burning missles. She then shoulders the bow, drawing her flaming sword and gesturing to Kria. ((Hit, Hit. 15 damage to Sorel and Farain.))
: "Come then, dark one. Let us dance across this bloody sky wi-GRAARGH!"
Aelisnyx is interrupted as a hail of gunfire preceeding by the droning roar of a mingun tears her from the sky.
: "You talk too much..." Gilliam says as he lowers the weapon, Aelisnyx regaining control of her wings mere moments from striking the ground. Dazed, she looks at the group.
: "So... Even without your magic... You can still fight superbly. Very well, I concede this match." Aelisnyx says, quietly. "I won't underestimate you again."
The devil-warrioress vanishes in a cloud of sulfur as the Mist Demons overhead float away and vanish.
((Natural 20. Confirmed Critical Hit! Burst Fire. Very high damage rolls multiplied by 3! 97 damage! Aelisnyx flees.))
Victory! Everyone gains 3000 XP!
Searching the area reveals a total of 5,000 silver coins, 800 gold coins, gloves that increase the wearer's agility (Gloves of Dexterity), a ring that increases spell power (Ring of Wizardry I), a potion of Aid, and one of the dead soldier carried a magical shield. (Large Steel Shield +1)

Posted by: Aldur Tue Oct 17, 2006 10:10 am
Kria smirked, accepting the challenge and then blinked as Gilliam came along and spoilt everything in that annoying way of his. She landed, stomping over to him, jabbing a finger at his plated chest, obviously causing her more annoyance than him. It was clear she was rather annoyed.
"Hey! She was my kill!"

Posted by: Alpha Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:32 am
Still quite badly injured, Tanis straightens himself up. Thoroughly annoyed at how useless he'd been in the battle, he begins to walk off. After a few steps though, he remembers that Gail had healed him near the end of the battle. Turning around, he moves over to her, and thanks her for the healing.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Oct 17, 2006 2:30 pm
[Kayla gains a level in the Assassin class. + HP increases by 8 + BAB increases by 1 + Reflex save increases by 1 + Bluff, Disable Device, Escape Artist, Jump, Move Silently, Open Lock, and Tumble increase by 1
+ Bonus on saves against Poison (+1)
+ Learns the spell Obscuring Mist (1st level)]
Kayla sighs and walks over to where Gilliam is standing. As she makes her way over, she hears Kria yelling at Gilliam. She stops next to them speaks in a cool, level tone.
"Calm down. Wasn't it better to be rid of her before she could cause more damage? I'm sure we'll run into her again, anyway."
Kayla winces slightly, her wounds causing her great pain. She tries not to show it, though.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Oct 17, 2006 2:58 pm
"What happened here?" Dam asked, his voice tinted with anger. "Without magic, she said... is that why you all look like hell now?"

Posted by: Aldur Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:06 pm
Kria nodded. "Yup! Some magical supression thing."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:10 pm
Sorel slowly shifts back into human form. He stands, briefly, before almost collapsing to the ground, clutching his staff tightly for support. He stretches a hand out to Graigus. : "Destroy it," he says, raising a hand to his mouth to stifle a cough. The hand is flecked with red as he lowers it.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:26 pm
Kayla looks at Dicem and narrows her eyes, muttering in an irritable tone. "Don't remind me." Kayla hears Sorel coughing and turns to face him, only to see his hand flecked with red. Her eyes widen slightly, as she is almost positive that the red is blood.
"Sorel? Oh my goodness...are you alright?"

Posted by: Aldur Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:31 pm
Kria shook her head at Kayla and shut her eyes, her magical senses pinpointing the location of the orb. She blinked, and made a face. "Oh that is BEYOND gross. It's in the Hydra!" Kria sighed and aimed, firing off a blast at the aforementioned point, readying more if need be.
((Kria will continue to blast the sphere until it's destroyed.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:39 pm
Nodding, Graigus grabbed the nearest rock and struck the fizzle ball again and again with it, not stopping until the magic-halting item was little more than a crushed, useless pile of crystalline matter. "If that's it, I think we need to keep going," Dam said. "I've got a couple potions in my bag; I'd rather use more of those and less of our spells now, if I can help it. I don't doubt we're going to have a similar problem waiting for us when we get to the shrine, and I want as much magical assistance as possible."
((It'd be nice if everyone would list their current HP, so the healers know what spells they'd have to expend. We have 5 Medical Herbs and 2 CSW potions in the inventory; Dicem's also got some potions, for anyone who might need them.
Also... Dam calls dibs on the gloves. ))

Posted by: Tarethen Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:42 pm
((1/62 for Farain. That last arrow did him in. o_o ))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:43 pm
Sorel nods, staggering forward. It is not long before Lunauga lands before him, blocking his path. The owl bows its head to the old man, and after a moment Sorel relents, sitting on Lunauga's back; the druid allowing his companion to bear him along.
((Sorel's at 13/58))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:46 pm
((34/63))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:47 pm
((Two things... For everyone here, send me your character sheets; it makes it a lot easier all around. I don't need bio, but if you have a build it'd be nice if you included it. For Marine... what's the bonus on the gloves... +2, +4 or +6?))

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:56 pm
Gail shakes her head as Tanis thanks her, giving an exhausted smile through the blood that caked her face. "I'm sure you'd do the same for me, if you had the chance." At Dicem's orders, Gail marches towards the rest, only to stumble and fall to her knees after a few steps. The paladin remains as such until she regains her breath, forcing herself to her feet to continue with the rest. There were others worse off than her; if they were still standing, then she was expected to do the same.
[Gail's at 7/82, as my sig says she is. Also, she claims the +1 shield on the Galam Soldier, if that's up for grabs.]

Posted by: Alpha Tue Oct 17, 2006 4:54 pm
((12/47)) Tanis nods at Gail's words and sighs. "It appears that in most cases so far I don't get such chances, and that's the second time somebody has said such a thing to me," he says with a slightly grimacing smile. In regards to the fizzle ball, he says "It's certainly worrying that the devil army have access to such a device. I personally hope they're in short supply, as it's worrying when one's abilities are made null."

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:47 pm
Astrid watches in disbelief as her comrades proceed to utterly destroy the fizzle ball. Her eyes narrow as they complete the task, almost in disgust, "How foolish..." She turns away shaking her head, "To destroy something just because it was wielded aganist you." They might have learned how to counter it or even used it aganist the infernals. Instead they crush it without a moment's thought. She looks over the slaughter of the battlefield grimly. They are much more backwards than I had assumed. With a sigh, she glances back at Dicem, "You know, it might have been worth it to at least determine the range of the item before smashing it. Now we'll just have to blindly cope as we did in this encounter."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:54 pm
Sorel rests his head on Lunauga's shoulder as he speaks to Astrid. : "We have neither the time nor the magical reserves needed to fully test the thing if we are to press on. In addition, carrying such a powerful device with such an expansive range as we have already seen it to posess will make us an even more conspicuous target than we already are. And then there are the logistical concerns. We have no means to store it in a way as to seal its power off. It is a loss, to be sure, but if we had hoarded it, we would have lost far more."

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:23 pm
Astrid turns from Dicem to Sorel, respect entering her voice even as she addresses the elderly druid, "I can see how you might think so, wise one." She walks over to him, speaking gently, "However such is not the case. We have ready access to a safe storage location in pockets of extradimensional space. A bag of holding would not be affected by the field and would seal it's effects until we were in a position to study it." She shakes her head, "I wish someone would have consulted me on the matter beforehand, there are often other solutions than destruction."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:30 pm
((Listen 30)) : "Do you have one, Astrid?" Sorel asks. "And if not, are you willing to weigh the time and expense of procuring one -- in addition to the burdens of carrying it with us in its full efficacy while we do -- against allowing Max to slip through our grasp again?"

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:39 pm
The wizardess lowers her head, "No... I do not." She then looks up, "I still feel that there should have been at least some dialogue on the subject. Magic is my expertise, I might have been able to suggest a solution of some sort." She shakes her head, "At the least, we are fortunate that destroying it had no side-effects. There are many cases of powerful artifacts crippling or even slaying those that destroy them."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:45 pm
: "Forgive me, Astrid, I did not mean to overstep your expertise or your authority in these matters." Sorel sighs heavily. "However, the very acts you are describing, dialogue, study, examination by trial and error, these are the very acts whose time and expense I sought to avoid in ordering its destruction. I mean no disrespect, but to even begin to have done as you suggested would have been totally conterproductive to our current opportunity and to the ends to which we are ordained." He pauses, and sighs again as they continue on. "But it is done, and I am deeply sorry to have offended you. Please know I mean that."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:02 pm
[17/55]

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:52 pm
The wizardess looks at the elder druid then quietly nods, "I understand..." She shakes her head, then looks to the south, "We should keep on moving then." ... "Oh yeah, when the owl points it out you decide to listen..." Coventry mutters grumpily under his breath as he wipes the blood off his hands with an old cloth. After a moment, he speaks a few magical words and weaves a pattern in the air. Immediately a wave of vigor and health flows through Kayla, Gail, and Kria.
[Mass Lesser Vigor: +19 HP over 19 Rounds : Kayla, Gail, Coventry, Kria]
Walking heavily over the grass wet with blood, the Doctor repeats the motions of the spell. Vigor and health flow through Farain, Ombligo, Langston, and Gorrik.
[Mass Lesser Vigor: +19 HP over 19 Rounds : Farain, Ombligo, Langston, Gorrik]
He pauses for a moment near Sorel, looking at druid with a slight frown. Then skillfully weaves a spell in the air and slaps him on the shoulder. As he does so, a powerful surge of healing energy flows through his body.
[Cure Critical Wounds: +25 HP]
[Heal: 18 + 15 = 33]
Without a word, the Doctor then continues on. Coming to a halt beside the battered warmage, he shakes his head wearily, "You always seem to get the worse of it." He begins weaving magic once more and rests a hand on the shoulder of the catfolk. Healing energy surges through him.
[Cure Serious Wounds: +21 HP]
"They must like you or something..." He comments again as he weaves another spell and channels yet more healing into the catfolk.
[Cure Moderate Wounds: +11 HP]
Tanis frowns at the Doctor's words, digesting how accurate they were. "And the odd thing is, I often try and stay back. And I still get targetted. Though this time, I was surrounded." He shrugs. "It's one of the reasons why I bought the new armour," he says, looking down at hs bloodstained breastplate. He watches as he wounds bind. "Thank you," he says to the Doctor.
"My pleasure..." Coventry remarks drily, then glances back at the battlefield, "The armor seemed to serve you well..." Coventry comments, he shakes his head, "So, tell me, what are your impressions tactically of this encounter?"
"Yes, it held out for quite some time." He then frowns again. "As for tactics, I'm not too impressed. I don't want to sound selfish or self important, but you'd think the group casters would be protected in such a situation. Yet the monsters nearest myself and Astrid were some of the last to fall." He continues. "Though I don't expect we could have predicted such a situation."
"True enough..." The Doctor comments thoughtfully, then adds with some irritation, "Though the whole situation would have been better had certain individuals let something other than their bloodlust make the decisions for them." He sighs and rubs his head, "It's over now at least... I doubt our esteemed trio of leaders will make any orders on the matter so I'll guess suggest that you and Astrid make the effort to stick in the center of the group when traveling from now on."
Tanis nods in agreement. "It certainly makes sense," he says with a smile. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind in our future travels. Future being from now on, that is. Though from the sounds of things, our current journey should be ending soon."
"I suppose that's true..." The Doctor laughs, then adds with a chuckle, "Though I wouldn't count on it just yet. Since when has our plans held together?"
"That's certainly a good point," Tanis replies, a frown forming. "Sometimes I worry that we'll enter a situation where we won't be left with such a fortunate outcome. I feel, all things considered, that we were fairly lucky this time."
"Perhaps, perhaps..." Coventry ponders aloud, "Though, we should have been able to survive this attack without coming as close to destruction as we did." He shrugs with a chuckle, "Regardless, I had no difficulties besides that whole not being able to cast thing."
"Perhaps," Tanis says, mimicing the Doctor's word. "But for myself...casting is my offense and to a lesser extent, my defense. Without it, I felt weak and nearly helpless." He then laughs slightly. "Though I had some fun taunting the two lizardmen," he says with a slight grin.
"You had some success taunting?" Coventry wonders, "I attempt to spark up a conversation to no avail." He shrugs, "Just didn't seem interested...or maybe able to have a chat about important matters." He starts walking towards the centaur, "It looks like Farain could use a bit more aid..."
Tanis nods, good naturedly. "Some people are so rude," he says with a smile. As Coventry walks off, he thanks the Doctor again, and moves away to clean his robes and armour, before the blood soaked into them congeals.
The Doctor weaves a couple of spells in the air and channels healing power into the wounded centaur.
[Cure Moderate Wounds: +14 HP : Farain]
[Cure Moderate Wounds: +24 HP : Farain]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:06 pm
: "Sorry, Kria, but I thought her challenge was a rather obvious attempt to whittle us down one by one now that numbers were against her... Though if you like, you'll have plenty of time to take her up on that challenge later, I'd wager. Kayla spoke truth there. Has someone seen to Ignatius?" Gilliam asks, pointing at the motionless body. "I'm not a healer, but being soaked in blood and being immobile would seem a cry for medical attention if ever I saw one."
((+2 bonus.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:10 pm
Coventry blinks, glancing at the torn and battered half-vandal with a frown, "Oh... I see..." He throws the cleric a dark glare, "I thought my noble comrade could have handled one or two while I was healing most of the group. Suppose not." He walks over to the downed youth and weaving a spell in the air, blasts him into consciousness.
[Cure Serious Wounds: +20 HP : Iggy Poo]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:14 pm
"Oooooh, my head, wings, chest, neck, legs... everything..." Ignatius moans as he wakes up. "What the hell happened? I've never been that badly beaten in a combat before!"

Posted by: Aldur Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:05 pm
Kria grinned and walked over, extending an arm to Ignatius, cackling a little to herself in glee. She stood over him, one hand on her hip and eyebrows raised. "I thought you were better? I managed to stay concious."

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:25 pm
"Well now..." Coventry remarks as Ignatius reawakens, "I'm glad to see you survived that ordeal." He shakes his head and stands, glancing around the battlefield, "For which, really, you can thank myself and Gilliam." "Er... Thanks?" Ignatius says, blinking as he gets up. "Not to sound like a whiner, but can I get some more of that healing? I'm still pretty messed up..."
"Of course..." Coventry replies, weaving magic in the air once more and sends another wave of healing into the half-vandal, "You know most of what happened already, while we were continuing on our mission and our leader was enjoying some royal hospitality, we were assaulted by infernal forces wielding a spellcasting supression device." He chuckles, "That being the only reason you were so easily brought to your knees... Though, if you note the bandages covering your wounds, you were not completely neglected." He shrugs sheepishly, "I admit that once I was able to channel spells once more, I quite neglected you in favor of healing others, since I knew you to be stable... My apologizes. Need another round?"
[Cure Moderate Wounds: +17 HP]
"Please," Ignatius says. "Well, you don't need to apologize... I'm alive, after all!"
[Cure Light Wounds: +17 HP
"There, that should patch you up." The Doctor comments as he completes another spell, "Now, since I've healed you, I think you should reward me with a bit of conversation." He gestures out over the battlefield, "You plan on leading an army, right? How would you counter a spell suppression thing?"
"Er..." Ignatius thinks for a moment. "Well... Mom tried to teach me a bit about tactics... So if I had centaurs, I'd have them try to charge towards it, leading a spearhead of warriors backed with archers. But... It really would depend on what I had, what they had guarding it, what the land was like... Things like that, and little stuff too."
"Tactics based on terrain and combat ability..." Coventry shakes his head, "You almost make me want to sign up. Almost. Well, what do you thank about ambushes? Would you use one?"
"Well, sure, if I could pull it off. Ambushes give surprise and that's a very good edge! Mom didn't like them so much, but admitted they were a valuable tool even if a bit dishonorable."
"I wonder..." Coventry remarks, "Is there such a thing as honor in war?" He shakes his head, "You should try talking more to Ombligo, kid... I think you and him have a lot in common."
"Don't call me kid," Ignatius says with a frown. "Mom said there can be honor in everything if mortals would only live up to their potential."
"Honor? Where's the honor in destro..." Coventry begins to add.
"Excuse me, Doctor..." Astrid interjects at this point, looking annoyed, "Perhaps you should check up on some of the others."
"Where's the cleric? Will I receive double payment?" The Doctor replies flippantly.
"Why not ask Dicem?" The wizardess replies.
"Maybe I will..." The Doctor mummers as he walks away.
"He seems to thrive on strife and chaos..." Astrid shakes her head and looks at Ignatius, "Your mother was right, honor can be a part of anything." She smiles kindly, "Even struggles such as these."
Ignatius smiles. "Thanks."
"You are carrying a heavy burden, responsible for so many lives." Astrid says softly, "I know you were defeated this battle but defeat is a part of life, a chance to learn and grow. This experience will help you when the time comes..." She then blinks and shakes her head, "My apologizes, I am Astrid Melantha, a wizardess. I have often heard the others speaking of you so I neglected to introduce myself."
"Ah, pardon my manners. My name is Ignatius," the warlock says, bowing at the waist.
"A true noble I see..." The wizardess chuckles and curtseys in reply, then frowns looking back out at the bloodshed, "We barely managed to survive this struggle, I wish I had more use but... I am am arcanist, without access to my primary powers I am of little assistance." She frowns slightly, "It puzzles me that the infernals did not merely crush us, they held back a number of their forces and only put potent mind affecting abilities towards the end. I wonder why..."
Ignatius blinks, "They seemed not to hold much back to me, they surrounded us right off the bat!"
"You were knocked unconscious rather swiftly..." Astrid mummers, "The Mist Demons, Hydra, and Harpies all held back from entering combat. I wonder if they really expected us to lay down our arms and surrender."
Ignatius furrows his brow, "Well... Mist Demons have a potent Muddling ability, but it's cast like a spell... Maybe there were a reserve in case we broke the Fizzle Ball? 'Cause then they'd have been able to sow havoc with their spell."
"I wonder..." Astrid mummers thoughtfully, "It seems odd not to use your full force at once to obliterate your enemy." She shakes her head, "Contingencies should not be needed when the force is so overwhelming. I wonder what their truth objective was, with such an advantage they could have easily slaughtered us."
"Well... I don't know what to tell you," Ignatius says with a shrug. "Maybe we got lucky?"
"Indeed..." The wizardess smiles, "I, for one, am glad to be alive." She glances to the south, "I believe we have nearly reached the great hero Max. Our goal is in sight." She looks back at the half-vandal, "Will you ask him to take up your cause?"
"Of course! I don't know if he'll take it right away, but I'm sure I can convince him to join me once this Devil Army is taken care of."
"I certainly hope so." Astrid replies, "Your goal is one desperately in need of powerful allies." She then shakes her head, "Then again, what goal is not in need of such aid?"
"Indeed," Ignatius nods.

Posted by: Tarethen Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:25 pm
Farain felt some energy coming back to him with the help of the Doctor's healing spells. "Thank you, Dr. Coventry," he said with a nod. Still feeling a little weak, he reached into his bag and pulled out a potion, drinking it. ((Potion of Cure Moderate Wounds. +12 HP. ))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:28 pm

QUOTE (Tarethen @ Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:25 pm)
Farain felt some energy coming back to him with the help of the Doctor's healing spells. "Thank you, Dr. Coventry," he said with a nod. Still feeling a little weak, he reached into his bag and pulled out a potion, drinking it. ((Potion of Cure Moderate Wounds. +12 HP. ))

"You're welcome." The Doctor replies, "Thanks for taking down that singing pest."

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Oct 17, 2006 10:33 pm
((After MLV finishes, Langston's HP is...33/56)) "Man," Langston said with a laugh. "Was that crazy or what? Jeez..." With a deep breath he makes his way to those gathered simply to avoid standing alone. With no "beautiful" music to listen to the sounds of voices would have to suffice.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:08 pm
Ignatius frowns. "You have better luck, I'll admit that." Kria giggled. "Well, I do just happen to be in the right place at the right time. Arrows just don't like hitting me. Or something. Yeah." Kria looked at Ignatius, frowning. "More armour?"
Ignatius frowns. "Or something like that."
Kria frowned, not following. "Huh?"
"Maybe an amulet or something, I don't know," Ignatius says. "I was hit way too often."
Kria giggled. "My sword has an enchantment to aid against arrows."
"Oh, that's why then," Ignatius says, relieved. "They attacked your strong point."
"Kinda the point. I was hoping that if they hit me, they wouldn't be hitting anyone else. And yeah. I like having no weaknesses." Kria smirked a little at this.
"You're weak to bangles. If they attack you with a bangle golem you're toast. You'd be too awed to counterattack," Ignatius counters.
"Ah. But then could I count on you to save me, my knightly Iggy?" Kria winked, laughing to herself, attempting to fluster the thingy.
"I'd have to, otherwise I wouldn't be able to gloat later," Ignatius says with a grin.
"Well...so far, I'd say I've been of more use than you." Kria nodded sagely.
"Yeah, well, I'm still getting used to the group. You'll see..." Ignatius says.
"Excuses. I remember my first night with them. Surrounded by devily thingies and in a silence field. No help. Ahh, but me being simply amazing managed to triumph!" Kria smiled cutely, spinning. "Of course, I am rather good at what I do."
"Talk?"
"Talk? Well, I'm more better at out bargaining a merchant on hi-Hey! Don't insult your elders!"
"Hehehehe, all right... 'Elder'," Ignatius says with a chuckle.
"Just because you're taller doesn't make you any older. And hey...you should make me a commander in your army! It'd be a great idea."
"Right..." Ignatius says, slowly.
"Seriously! Like, get a Warlock troop! The Bangle Brigade!"
"A warlock brigade is a good idea. The name... not so much," Ignatius says with a wince.
"And they could have like...a fizzle ball! Because we could all still do stuff and they'd all be like OH NO!" Kria nodded. And pouted at Ignatius, hands on hips. "I liked it..."
"Yeah, but you like a lot of wierd things," Ignatius says, "No offense."
"Like you?" Kria laughed, and turned, walking away, headed in Tanis' direction. She liked flustering Ignatius.
"Yeah, li... Wait, what?" Ignatius said, suddenly confused.
"Goodbye Iggy!" Kria called as she continued on her way. "Heeheehee...mission accomplished."

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