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Posted by: Rusty Sun Jan 08, 2006 10:03 am
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That Which Needs to be Sorted Out Saintly Buster Sword of Deflection +5: +4 AC, +5 vs. Ranged attacks. 5 DR/-. 2d10 damage Large Steel Shield of Devotion +1: Morale bonus +1 attack and damage when worn by leader Jade Ring: +2 enhancement bonus to DEX and reroll any failed Dex skill check once per day - Merkass
Sharp Full Plate of the Wolf +3: +1 attack and threat range, +10 HP
Lesser Devil's Axe. Vicious Dwarven Waraxe +3. Vicious: +2d6 damage, but wielder takes 1d6 damage with each hit.
+4 Large Steel Shield
+4 Full Plate - Aurik
Ghost Touch Longsword +3
Large Steel Shield +1
Chain Shirt +4
Ring of Protection +4
Moderate Fortified Breastplate of Imp: Acid Resistance +5
+5 Large Steel Shield
Flaming Long Sword of Speed +5
Ring of Major Electrical Resistance
Ring of Protection +1
Rod of Lesser Metamagic - Damas
Boots of Speed
Large Steel Shield +1
Potion of Blur
Full Plate of Moderate Fortification +3
Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye - Amelios

What else?))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Jan 08, 2006 10:04 am
Yeesha sighs in relief as the ruins of the temple crumble, and turns to the others. : "Well... I'm glad that's finally over with. Everything's loaded into the cart. Now we can..." "Ah ah ah, my fine female friend," comes an amused and all too familiar voice.
Shailtor's theme: http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Vox/kefka.mid
Shailtor appears, in front of the group, shaking his head and clucking his tongue.
"I suppose we won't be working together after all..." he says with a sigh as he surveys the decimated shrine.
: "You! It can't be... Shailtor???" Dawn says, readying her weapons.
"None other!" Shailtor says with a dark chuckle.
"Unfortunate you chose this path, children... I would've had more fun playing with you, but the destruction of the shrine is an insult I simply cannot tolerate...
You had your chance. But this realm will fall to us, and there is little you can do about it."
"If you intend to fight us, we won't die quietly," Kyoji says, falling into a combat stance.
*In an instant, Merkass has his bow at the ready*
"Oh, I know..." Shailtor says, clearly enjoying this. "But that's what makes it fun..."
Looks like my nap's over..., Castor thinks disdainfully, rising and unsheathing his axe.
: You, again! This time you won't catch us so ill prepared!
"Haven't I already? Tell me, how many spells are left in your magi's arsenal? In your priests?" Shailtor says, laughing even harder.
"And we were having such a nice day, too," Ashathel sighed, putting a hand on his blade.
Gabriel, sword in hand, prepares for an excuse to raise arms against the monstrous Strife Lord.
: The scent of your evil is a foul, permeating ichor. *Merkass sniffs defiantly* It will be your undoing*
*Merkass begins to withdraw*
"At full power, you wouldn't have a chance. And here you stand like this? Heh. I'll enjoy telli..." Shailtor says, but is interrupted.
A fell wind howls over the area as suddenly a booming voice speaks from thin air.
Music: http://shinola.radh.com/SF3%20Onlooker%20in%20the%20Dark.mp3
: "Shailtor... Found you at last."
Shailtor's smug posture immediately falls, and even though his mask does not change, you get the feeling a smile just turned into a grimace.
"D'ooooooh... bother," Shailtor mumbles in a pained fashion before turning around with obvious false enthusiasm. "Galm! Vandal of Vandals! What brings your cheery visage to these shattered lands?"
: "Galm???" Yeesha says, eyes widening.
: "Did you honestly think your machinations would go unnoticed?" Galm asks.
"Well, I don't mean to imply anything, but I think they still have," Shailtor says with a chuckle. "Come now, master of plots... What are you going to gain by coming here?"
*Merkass' face contorts into a malignant sneer. He begins to crouch slightly, shifting the center of his body forward. It appears as though he would leap forth at any moment with the intent to rip out either's throats. Merkass' hair covering his body stands on end, and all he does is stare, unwavering.*
: "We can't hope to fight them both at once," Kyoji whispers urgently to all near him. "Especially not after the battle we survived."
Castor tightens the grip on his axe. Knowing not who the new visitor was, but reading Shailtor and Yeesha's reaction, he thought that things had suddenly become much more tenuous.
: "Now, why would I tell you that?" asks Galm as the air around him crackles with power.
"Hmmm. Considering the way you usually work, I suppose a direct visit is quite a thing..." Shailtor says, tilting his head. "But your timing needs work. I was in the middle of someth..." Shailtor is interrupted as a wave of purple energy bursts from Galm to wash over the Strife Lord's form. Empty armor crumples to the ground as a barbed dagger charged with dark energy flings itself from thin air to jam into Galm's side.
The Vandal growls as he rips the weapon out and flings it aside.
"Oh come now, you expected me to be sitting there?" Shailtor's voice asks from nowhere.
He's right about our casting abilities, at least... we're dealing with some high-level spellcasting, Ash thought, drawing his blade as he looked between the two.
: "Not at all," Galm says as he whispers a word and an explosion rocks the area behind him. Shailtor appears, a little charred and battered, in the crater the spell leaves behind.
: "We've got to get out of here while they fight! We don't want to be near either one of them!" Dawn urges.
*Aurik nods solemnly*
: Agreed. This is no battleground for us. Galm is a powerful being who caused the destruction of the Ancients, and we already know of what Shailtor is capable. We must depart quickly.
"I have a feeling that won't be easy..." The minotaur says, watching the battle unfold before them.
"Don't need to tell me twice; I'm all for living to fight another day. They're tossing around spells I'd be lucky to cast years from now."
"But they're right there... we can end this now, can't we?" Gabriel replied, hesitant to let Shailtor slip away.
: "Do you think for a moment faced with a true threat, Shailtor hasn't already called for aid from his brothers?" Kyoji asks.
Acacia lets her gaze slip to Jokulligr, to try and determine what he's heard and what he's thinking.
: Haughty words for one who so recently met death itself. No. These entities might very well end us instead.
: "We need to get out of here now, there is no time for argument."
The half-giant's face contorts into a visage of distaste, but he lowers his blade and looks for the best way out.
Kanmeshi flies over to Jokuligr and Acacia to inform them of the situation.
A wall of flame bursts forth from Galm to be countered by a wall of inky dark from Shailtor. Then Galm leaps at Shailtor, charging into him and knocking him clear of the road as he brings his claw back to strike the foul creature.
*Merkass calms slightly, but only in the visible sense. Inside he is still a seething vestibule of anger. Looking about the area, Merkass ponders why they wait to withdraw.*
Shailtor's six eyes blink in an odd pattern and an explosion blasts Galm off.
: "Why do we wait? We can leave now! We have no choice!"
: "Where are the drivers?? I don't know how to use horses!!!" Yeesha says as she fumbles with the reins.
"I'll do it," Gabriel says, hopping into the driver's seat.
: "Move out! Fast movers run, everyone else in the cart! Now!" Kyoji yells as he bursts into movement after taking a moment to fade to invisibility.
With expert movements, Gabriel prepares the horses and, after waiting only long enough for the group to hop in and the remaining supplies to be loaded, sets the cart moving.
The minotaur nods, moving toward the cart to protect it as he runs.
Laika gets moving, his feet going faster than he had ever moved before, hoping that the rest of the force will be okay.
Kanmeshi lands in the cart, his holy symbol clenched tightly in his hand.
: Volcanon, give this horse wings!
Meanwhile, Galm retaliates to Shailtor's arcane assault with a cascade of pure magic dazzling in intensity that slams into Shailtor and causes the being to shriek in pain. The shriek turns to a cry of rage as a wall of pure black emanates from him to bowl Galm over, then morph into a hurricane of inky black winds. Aurik finds his slow speed a liability as he tries to get in the cart, but finds himself dangerously close to the spell's effect.
Acacia attempts to call out to her steed. Her first attempt fails in all the ruckus, but after a few seconds she tries again and catches her horse's attention who comes trotting over.
((Running Away Music: http://anubis.bluelaguna.net/ffxmusic//06%20-%20Hurry!!.mp3 ))
Aurik screams as his back is suddenly afire with pain, the spell's edge pushing him over and into the cart.
Gabe urges the horses onward, the cart speeding up at an abnormally fast rate as the horses enter a sort of panic, sensing what's behind them and fleeing as fast as possible.
"Damnit... Aurik!" Ash yells, moving aside for a cleric to tend to him. "I've never seen magic like that..."
*Aurik coughs as he falls over into the cart.
: What... was that...
*Aurk loses consciousness shortly thereafter*
"Blast it! Galm, you maleficient meddling moron! They're escaping!" Shailtor yells, his cool demeanor fading as he throws yet more magic at the Vandal.
The area is alight with magic and fire as the struggle escalates.
Kanmeshi leans over the fallen cleric, laying his hands upon him and reciting a fragment of the ancient language Volcanon used to create the world.
"Rest easy, Servant of Volcanon. You're safer now."
It's a good ten minutes before the explosions and sounds of battle fade into the background.
"Not safe enough," Gabe mutters as he drives the horses.
From behind you, great clouds of smoke rise into the air.
"Perhaps...but something tells me it isn't over," the minotaur says, looking around for any signs of opposition.
Suddenly, Gabriel spies an attractive woman in all red armor floating in the middle of the road just ahead. With white hair.
"Who the hell..." Gabe says aloud, spotting the figure. "Hey, there's a woman in the road; we stopping for her?"
"What did I tell ya?" The minotaur says, running along the carriage. "This can't be good..."
"Considering what's behind us, I don't think so," Castor says to Gabriel.
The horses begin to slow down.
: "I don't see anyone..." Ashathel said, attempting to peer past those in the cart to no avail. "The hell is going on now?"
The horses halt altogether when the cart is 50' from her.
"Guess that answers the question," the half-giant says, the steeds stopping well shy of the white-haired woman.
"Be careful," Laika whispers to those near him. "I sense a great evil in her... this can only lead to problems..."
"Just what we need..." Castor snears, moving forward to protect the cart.
*As the horses begin to slow, Merkass catches an ochre stench from upahead in the direction of the woman. While it may be too late to get away, Merkass still yells out to the others*
: There is a great evil emanating from her direction! Turn away!
Despite all attempts, the horses continue to trot towards the woman until halting.
: "Mmm. So you're one of the groups..." the woman says to herself. "But not the one I had hoped for. Bothersome."
"In that case, stand aside and let us pass," the Half-giant said, standing up to his full height, showing as many scars as he could.
*Merkass sighs, shaking his head and proceeds to back away.*
Elise laughs lightly, a beautiful sound, but somehow stirring feelings of unease in you.
: "You think you can match me? How amusing... Down, boy," she says, gesturing at Laika.
Laika immediately sits down, like an obedient dog, barking playfully and panting.
: "That's a good boy," Elise says, with a small smile.
: "What the... Who are you??" Dawn asks.
: "This is Elise..." Faralon looks at the group. "I think, anyway...She looks just like her..."
: "Elise..." Kyoji mumbles. "One of the Vandals involved with the Panzer incident..."
"Elise... the vandal?" Ashathel asks, throwing up his hands before moving to where she can see him "Just one great thing after another today..."
: "Yes. She was involved in some sort of conspiracy in Enrich...Nearly engulfed the whole world in evil..."
Elise sighs and snaps her fingers. Kyoji appears, his invisibility falling away.
: "Hey, madam," Ashathel said, calling out to her. "If we're not the ones you're looking for, you may want to go help your buddy Galm. He and Shailtor are fighting, and last I checked he wasn't doing so well."
Castor stares, bewildered at Laika's actions. "What the hell...?"
: "Galm can hold his own... I am following my own plan for now," Elise replies.
Observing the Vandal's influence upon Laika, Jokulligr moves to a defensive stance slightly ahead of Acacia, watching the evil being ahead of them steadily as he whispers to his companion. "This looks like it won't end well.
: "Great powers are stirring, and I find I simply cannot stand idle."
: "What do you want with us?" Yeesha asks, blue aura still surrounding her.
: Elise sighs. "Not much now. You're not the ones I was looking for."
: "I figured...But who else were you searching for? Are they also an enemy of Shailtor?"
"You're not who I was looking for, but I made a long trip..." Elise comtinues, looking over the group. "Perhaps I'll take some nourishment and leave..."
Acacia looks to Jokulligr and nods, though inside she knows she has no intention of abandoning the monk.
: "Nourishment?...Wait, who were you looking for?"
: "Well... An archmage, a warrior, a monk, a mage... Mm. No centaur. I don't like the taste of horses," Elise says, looking over the group. "I'm not that hungry. The magic in the mage would be nourishing though... And the monk's blend of bloods would be a change of pace..." she goes on, thinking out loud.
: "That's sick! Get out of here! They make potions for the same effects you want!"
Elise looks at Faralon for a moment and shakes her head.
: "You think me Galm? I don't play with my food..."
"Keep quiet, fool!" Ashathel hissed at Faralon, pulling him back. "Sne's a Vandal; you know what she'll do to you!"
In an aura of eldritch energy and the vague smell of carrots, Faralon vanishes into his gear. Moments later, a snow-white rabbit hops out.
: "A more fitting form for someone so... preoccupied..." Elise says.
Laika begins to come at the rabbit, drool coming from his mouth.
Kyoji swiftly moves to intercept the wolfman, attempting to hold him back
Van wasn't the smartest person ever, but even he knew that the best chance to live was to avoid being spotted. While Elise was busy changing his friends he tried to hide behind something, anything at all without the Vandal noticing him.
Merkass strike Laika with his blunt arrows, dazing the wolfman as Kyoji manages to restrain him.
Elise laughs lightly.
: "Oh my... Dinner and a show... Perhaps this wasn't such a wasted trip... But I'm hungry, so..."
It is at this moment that Derrik Swiftjoke proves Fate has a grudge aganst him.
"Faralon..." Ashathel said, picking up his brother. Glaring at Elise, he growled "Have you had your fun yet?"
"Hey guys, I...Oh, holy HELL!" Derrik says, appearing from a portal with an armload of potions only to drop the vials and turn to Elise.
"How the hell did I miss the fact you were around???" Derrik says, pointing a finger at Elise. "You should've lit up my scrying like Protectora on Liberation Day!"
: "Mmmm. The merchant... If I do not wish to be found, I will not be found," Elise says. "But it seems my trip won't be wasted after all."
"Oh boy," Derrik mutters.
: "You're one of the ones I was trying to find... And now here you are. We're going to have a talk. Come with me," Elise says as she begins to chant.
Elise finishes the chant and... nothing happens.
: "What?" Elise asks, narrowing her eyes.
Derrik shrugs and smiles, apologetically.
"Well, while normally I would love to have a private talk with a lovely lady, I've got business to attend to... And the whole blood thing is kind of a turnoff, even if your figure is pretty nice," Derrik says.
: "Intriguing..." Elise whispers and narrows her eyes. A surge of magic fills the area, but again nothing happens. "You're countering my teleportation... Impressive," Elise says, as she lowers to the ground and walks toward Derrik. "I suppose I'll have to do this the old fashion way."
"You wanna get physical?" Derrik says with a grin. "How forward of a lady."
: "I want to subdue you so I can more easily enter your mind and find the information I want," Elise says, simply.
"Oh dear, you make it sound so easy," Derrik says in mock shock.
Acacia slowly dismounts her horse and begins to move forward to retrieve Faralon, unwilling to leave him in case they flee.
Castor backs away, approaching and grabbing hold of Laika. He nods to Kyoji, signifying he'll take care of him.
Elise chuckles as she gets closer.
: "Ah! I see now... You're covered in magic, there must be several armories worth of magical gear on you," Elise says with a predatory smile.
"Well, you're about to find why I'm called 'Swift'joke," Derrik says as he explodes into superhumanly fast speed, tackling Elise off the road and yelling, "Go for it! Now!"
Castor bellows in agreement. "You heard him! Move!"
: "The road is clear!" Kyoji shouts.
((Theme music: http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Vox/Trigun%20-%20Yellow%20Alert.mp3))
Derrik kisses Elise loudly on the check as he laughs hard, stopping as the female Vandal back hands him into a tree hard enough to leave cracks on the trunk.
"Totally worth it!" Derrik mumbles through a banged up jaw.
"Let's go, Lady Acacia!" Jokulligr waits a moment to allow her horse to get moving, then breaks into a full-out run himself.
: "Insolence," Elise hisses as she launches a trio of red spheres at Derrik. The spheres dissipate harmlessly around him and Elise growls. "How..." she murmurs.
"I'm just full of surprises," Derrik says with a wink as his restored arm shines brightly and reconfigures so that a large blue blade now juts from his wrist.
Unfortunately, the rest of the battle is lost to our heroes as they speed away to safety.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Jan 08, 2006 10:09 am
The group reaches the safety of the Iom Castle without further incident and are reunited with their companions, who tell them how the fort was raided in their absence. Along the way, Yeesha dispels the curse on Faralon and Laika, producing one confused wolfman and one naked half-elf with a faint craving for carrots.

Posted by: Rusty Sun Jan 08, 2006 11:54 am
((Faralon is a full-blooded elf. Btw, I suggest that Full Plate of the Wolf go to Cedric.))

Posted by: Aldur Sun Jan 08, 2006 1:58 pm
((Typical. You Americans have all the fun.)) Amelios had remained silent the whole way through, almost as if he wasn't actualy there. His eyes seemed oddly distant, returning to normal only when Elise appeared. The Priest of Mitula frowned. So many powerful Gods moving about the land...and so...what was his doing?

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Jan 08, 2006 4:20 pm
((Agh, all of this while I am sleeping? Damn it! >_<)) **Flashback!** Damas finds his short rest interrupted by the appearance of Shailtor, which causes the elf's eyes to snap open. He pulls himself up and grabs his staff off of the ground, a look of apparent disgust written all over his face. *Every single time we think it's all over for the day, something like this happens... If he thinks we will fall quietly, he is quite mistaken.* The young sorcerer, despite how drained he feels, prepares to cast any spell that he currently has the energy to summon. He finds himself unable to go through with the action, as the appearance of Galm unnerves him.
Kethra looks down at Shailtor from her position on top of the cart, a look of distaste apparent on her features. She hops off of the cart, landing gracefully on her feet and quickly falling into a combat stance. *If he wants a fight, fine!* the half-elf thinks to herself bitterly. As she looks about ready to strike, Galm appears which causes her to immediately fall back. *Of all the people to pay a visit...*
They both stand there, bewildered as Galm and Shailtor battle, but a shout from their friends quickly snaps both of them out of it. Damas breaks into a full sprint towards the cart and jumps in, knowing full well that he had little chance of keeping up with a cart on foot. Kethra opts to run with the cart, as she is capable of moving faster on foot than pretty much anyone. While she feels a little weary, she remembers the one golden rule - breath when you run.
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About ten minutes later the cart comes to a halt, causing Damas to gasp in surprise. The fast speed they are traveling at is enough to make him a little bit dizzy and sick to his stomach. Hearing the entire ruckus outside, he peeks out only for a moment. "Well, this day just keeps getting better," he murmurs sarcastically. Upon Faralon being turned into a rabbit, he quirks a brow and shakes his head. *Am I seeing things? That either has to be a polymorph spell or a damned powerful curse...*
Kethra stops and looks over the woman, her eyes narrowing. *Sheesh, this day just does not want to end, does it?* She falls into a defensive stance, ready to spring into action whenever she may need to. Laika's reaction causes her to stare and while no words pass her lips, that old 'WTF?' look on her face makes it pretty damn clear what she is thinking. Faralon's shouting catches her attention and she looks in his direction and whispers harshly, "Shut up you idiot." Her words seem to go unheeded, however, as he hops out of his pile of gear - now a rabbit. *What in the hell?*
The rest of the way to Iom castle, Damas remains in his own little corner of the cart - fairly silent like he usually is. Kethra runs alongside the cart, remembering to take in air so she won't end up being starved of air or getting tired too quickly.
**Present**
Damas smiles when he sees Zook and Rhizor again, still unable to believe that Cedric had ordered them to stay behind. *A raid? Well, that sure is not going to help me sleep easy.* He moves over to Faralon (I would assume he clothed himself after the curse lifted) and places a hand on the slightly older elf's shoulder. "Are you all right?"
Kethra listens to the conversation without a hint of emotion on her face. With all of the things that had happened today, her inner balance had been messed up and she needed some time alone to meditate. When they are given the 'ok' to go and rest, she takes a bath to get rid of all of the blood, and then changes while she washes her ivory robe to the best of her ability. After that, she returns to wherever they will be sleeping and sits down in a corner, closing her eyes.
((Had to put in my two cents, thoughts, etc. Did not think it would matter much, since it was mostly thought and murmured words.
I also have a bad feeling that my drama is far from over ;_;))

Posted by: Aldur Sun Jan 08, 2006 10:00 pm
Sometime at the castle Amelios finds Jokulligr. Amelios walks over to Jokulligr. He smiles Politely and clears his throat, showing that he wouldn't mind a word. The Kyantol looked at peace, and tranquil, not at all like his battle self. Looking to the cleric curiously, Jokulligr accepts the request for a moment to talk and moves off to the side with the Kyantol to be able to speak freely. "Something on your mind, friend Amelios?"
"Nothing in particular really. We have not yet had a chance to speak properly. And I feel that perhaps now is a good time to do so. I wonder if all that has happened sits well with you?" The Kyantol smiled easily, falling into his usual laid back way. He studied the Dragonman for a few moments. "You and Acacia had little to no choice on wether to come with us and now the Vandals themselves have taken an interest. Are you still fine with remaining with us?"
Jokulligr smiles in turn. "Well, as I told Lady Acacia, I intend to stick with the group so long as I am welcome to. I have never abandoned friends or comrades in need, nor do I intend to start now." The smile breaks into a slight grin at this point. "I am not the type to scare easily, friend Amelios. With the Light to guide me on my path, I will perservere no matter what obstacle is thrown in my way."
"Indeed? Then I look forward to working with you for a good time yet then. And I must ask...Why did you decide to become what you are today? I must admit I am rather curious about it. Why become a monk of that Particular Deity? It intrigues me." The Priest of Mitula smiled brightly, honestly interested in the Dragonman's answer. "Forgive me if I'm intruding but...I do like to get to know everyone. I'm like an old woman in that respect."
The monk chuckles softly in response. "No worries, my friend. I do not mind answering such questions. I have always had a strong desire to help others to the best of my ability with no thought of myself. It's something of a way of life for my lineage. But unlike my ancestors...well, I've never been good at mingling with groups. I find solitude to be more favorable to the clammor of a crowd. Do not get me wrong, I appreciate the companionship of others, but residing in a crowded area like a town or kingdom...that just seems a bit much for me. So I sought out ways to help the people of the world without having to live among them, and that's how I discovered the monastery of the Guardians of the Divine Order."
He smiles fondly as he speaks this title, looking down at the insignia woven into the otherwise plain vest he wore. "Their way of life seemed to be everything I was searching for. They devote their lives to helping those in need, believing it to be the divine will of the Light that it's children seek to aide eachother with no consideration to how it may benefit themselves. They live amongst nature and respect all that the Light has bestowed upon us in this world with it's boundless generosity. And they selflessly defend the order the Light has brought to this world against all who would see it undone, including the Chaos Cult which you are certainly familiar with."
Jokulligr takes hold of the holy symbol about his neck, a simple creation of wood yet somehow intricately designed. "I respect the teachings of the elders, and the unending faith of my brothers and sisters, and so I decided to share in their dedication, pledging myself to serving the Light's will and preserving it's grand creation. I believe the Light brought me to the monastery knowing it was the path most suitable to me, and I am glad that it did, for it has brought me so many wonderful experiences in life, things no monatery reward would ever compare to."
The Priest listened in silence to the devout person before him. He smiled inwardly, this was a Dragonman to go to the mountains with. He was no weak link at all. "I see...seems you've led an interesting life...And then the cult captured you and Acacia. And now you are here with us. And you have little problem with it. That is indeed heartening. So tell me...What do you like to do when not aiding others? Do you have a hobby?" He smiled again, chuckling a little. They need to speak with the rest of us more. And not just each other. Perhaps if they find similar interests...
"Hm? A hobby?" The monk seems to give this a bit of thought before speaking. "Well..." He grins slightly. "Aside from training and self-reflection...I rather like taking some time to enjoy the beauty of the world we have the priviledge of inhabiting. I am quite fond of exploring the wilderness, gazing at the stars, watching the clouds...just being amidst the serenity of nature is enough to bring me happiness." Again he thinks a bit more before continuing. "Though when I'm unable to revel in such things, I also find pleasure in reading and tests of the mind, like the game of chess." He grins more broadly when he says this. "The elder that teaches young initiates in the order adores chess. I often spent time trying my best to outwit him at it when we weren't training...never did manage to."
Chess and walking...that could work. Amelios grinned. "I see...I'm certain that a few in the group also enjoy the game. Mayhap you should ask around some time? I'm sure someone would be happy to play you!" The Kyantol seemed more at ease, and then began to wonder what Acacia was interested in. He decided to ask. "And...any ideas on what Acacia likes to do in her spare time?"
"Lady Acacia? Let me see..." He falls silent momentarily as he goes through his memory to recollect their experiences together during the moments of free time offered during the journey, as well as his own attentive observations. "Hmm...well, I know she's rather fond of flowers, and also rides about with her horse from time to time. She seems to have an interest in calligraphy, and also a flair for sewing." He chuckles good naturedly. "I was actually hoping to see if she could mend the tatters my vest has suffered over the course of the last battle, if she has the spare time to bother with it."
Amelios's eyes twinkled. They seem to have interests others in the group enjoy. This should make it easier than Damas I hope. He nodded and then bowed to the Dragonman. "I see. Forgive me but, I must continue making my rounds as it were. The life of a priest is never peqaceful these days!" He chuckled at his own joke and turned, his hair swinging around fabulously, the deep colour shimmering as it moved. He apologised to Jokulligr and hurried off, most likely to go speak to someone else.
Jokulligr can't help but grin as the cleric rushes off, feeling much better about the group situation after talking with Amelios. Such a friendly fellow he is...mayhaps remaining with this group won't be so rough after all. With that in mind, he turns and walks off, high spirits restored.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Jan 08, 2006 10:29 pm
Looking at the list below, I recall that Brand called dibs on the Chain Shirt, and if possible, any unused sword. Kyoji wouldn't mind either the Protection Ring and or some gold, as he wants to enchant his Force Dagger to make it even more insane.
We don't have a centaur, so you can sell Stock's plate. The crossbow can't be used by anyone either, as one would have to be both Large and have access to Monkey Grip to wield it.
Where are the 19 Hypercannon Shells on this list?
As a side note, shouldn't CERTAIN PEOPLE be showing CERTAIN ITEMS to the TINKER?
That Which Needs to be Sorted Out
Saintly Buster Sword of Deflection +5: +4 AC, +5 vs. Ranged attacks. 5 DR/-. 2d10 damage
Large Steel Shield of Devotion +1: Morale bonus +1 attack and damage when worn by leader
Jade Ring: +2 enhancement bonus to DEX and reroll any failed Dex skill check once per day - Merkass
Sharp Full Plate of the Wolf +3: +1 attack and threat range, +10 HP
Lesser Devil's Axe. Vicious Dwarven Waraxe +3. Vicious: +2d6 damage, but wielder takes 1d6 damage with each hit.
+4 Large Steel Shield
+4 Full Plate - Aurik
Ghost Touch Longsword +3
Large Steel Shield +1
Chain Shirt +4 (Brand)
Ring of Protection +4
Moderate Fortified Breastplate of Imp: Acid Resistance +5
+5 Large Steel Shield
Flaming Long Sword of Speed +5
Ring of Major Electrical Resistance
Ring of Protection +1
Rod of Lesser Metamagic - Damas
Boots of Speed
Large Steel Shield +1
Potion of Blur
Full Plate of Moderate Fortification +3
Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye - Amelios

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Jan 08, 2006 10:32 pm
((I'll take the +1 ring of Prot if no one else wants it. I only need a little under 1,000 gold for the things I'm planning on building.))

Posted by: Aldur Sun Jan 08, 2006 10:35 pm
Amelios, eventually found Zook. "Excuse me Master Tinker. But From the battlefield we brought back some things. And the Undead Centaur Stock had an interesting supply of Technological Shells...perhaps you would like to use them for ADAM or some such idea"?
He smiled easily, showing Zook one of the Shells they had retrieved off Stock.

Posted by: Rusty Mon Jan 09, 2006 1:42 am
((

QUOTE
That Which Needs to be Sorted Out Saintly Buster Sword of Deflection +5: +4 AC, +5 vs. Ranged attacks. 5 DR/-. 2d10 damage - Acacia Large Steel Shield of Devotion +1: Morale bonus +1 attack and damage when worn by leader Jade Ring: +2 enhancement bonus to DEX and reroll any failed Dex skill check once per day - Merkass
Sharp Full Plate of the Wolf +3: +1 attack and threat range, +10 HP - Cedric
Lesser Devil's Axe. Vicious Dwarven Waraxe +3. Vicious: +2d6 damage, but wielder takes 1d6 damage with each hit. - Selling, along with huge bow and assorted items, minus comb.
+4 Large Steel Shield
+4 Full Plate - Selling, along with other stuff
Ghost Touch Longsword +3
Large Steel Shield +1
Chain Shirt +4
Ring of Protection +4
Moderate Fortified Breastplate of Imp: Acid Resistance +5
+5 Large Steel Shield
Flaming Long Sword of Speed +5
Ring of Major Electrical Resistance
Ring of Protection +1 - Zook
Rod of Lesser Metamagic - Damas
Boots of Speed - Aurik
Large Steel Shield +1
Potion of Blur
Full Plate of Moderate Fortification +3 - Aurik
Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye - Amelios

What else? Pick some items, people!))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Mon Jan 09, 2006 1:53 am
((I don't pay that much attention to everyone else but...I feel like you'd be hard-pressed to find someone with a worse AC than Isyndel's 14. But maybe I'm wrong? Plus there's not much else on there she can use, so...the Ring of Prot. +4 may be useful for her. But whatever works.))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:01 am
((I know Arc has wanted Ashathel to have that - and Ashathel is a melee fighter. So, do you still want it?))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:14 am
((Another moment of evilness, brought to you by TUM -_-)) As the day at the Castle draws on, Damas thinks he sees Valkana out of the corner of his eye. She stares at Damas mournfully for a moment, and then walks into a room in the keep. Damas turns to face her and his eyes widen slightly. He feels his pulse racing as it had when he beheld her before. "Hey, wait a minute..." he murmurs before following her. The young sorcerer slowly peeks into the room and speaks in a soft voice. "Are you in here?" he asks while looking from side to side.
As soon as Damas enters the room, he finds himself back in village. The guild, the houses, all are burning. Looking down, he finds himself covered in blood, the bodies of his dead friends around him, a dagger in his hand.
Damas eyes widen in horror and the dagger slips from his hand, clattering faintly when it hits the ground. "W-what is the meaning of this?" he asks shakily, his words clearly in elven.
A bright flash and he's suddenly alone in the room, a small supply closet. "You can't escape..." Valkana's voice whispers softly, in a sad tone. Then it's gone.
Damas falls back against the wall and slumps to the ground, a distant look in his eyes. He pulls his knees up to his chest and buries his head in his arms. "Why do you haunt me?" he sobs helplessly, doubting highly that he will get any sort of answer but too grief stricken to care.
For a while after his chilling encounter with Valkana, Damas remains curled into a fetal position - tears streaming down his face like water falls. The audible sobs wrack his already hurting body, and he bites down on his lip - drawing a little bit of blood.
((Did not want to put the after effects in a separate post, so meh. I better find out why she is being so bitchy soon, or I'll die from suspense >_<))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:52 am
"I've also got some items here for you to check out when you're done," Ashathel said, holding a hilt and a belt. "These might be useful, if they're anything like the other tiems we've picked up."

Posted by: Rusty Mon Jan 09, 2006 3:19 am
((This takes place before the Damas ghost scene.)) *Faralon turns his neck, looking at Damas, then looks away and down.* : "I don't know who I am anymore, Damas." "I am afraid that I don't know what you mean, Faralon," Damas says in a concerned tone. "Is this about what that woman...Elise did, or is it something else? I do not wish to pry, but I really am concerned..."
*Faralon shakes his head.*
: "Quite the opposite - what I did. I know how foolish it is to try to go and attack a powerful foe like that...A Vandal...And yet, I did. I couldn't stop myself - my anger...She talked about Kethra and the others as if they were a mere plate of food. I've never been like this before. And you saw where 'doing good' got me - defending her...I got turned into a simple rabbit. And yet...I would do it again. Am I insane?"
*So he really does care about her...* Damas sighs deeply and shakes his head from side to side, one simple word slipping past his lips, "No." He smiles gently, something he has never done in the bard's presense before. "You care about her, do you not? It is only natural to defend those you care for, no matter what the cost to your own safety."
: "Heh, I don't know if I can say I would do the same for my brother..." *Faralon says, in a joking tone.* "Even so...Would she really have bothered to try anything on Kethra had I kept my mouth shut? I guess I just made things worse...Oh, listen to me. Why should I care about these things? Maybe the battles are giving me a new view on life...or something. I don't know."
"Even if Elise had tried anything, Kethra would not have just stood by and taken it you know. That girl is a fighter, even if the odds are against her." Damas chuckles lightly. "Your new view is not surprising at all. Especially after everything we have been through."
: "I know she is..." *Faralon sighs.* "We're up against devils...demons...Vandals...who knows what else. Sometimes it feels like we can't win...but what Yeesha said - it all must be true. The Shining Force was no different from us. The hardships they endured - the arguments...That comparison gives me a little bit of hope - even if ultimately our enemy succeeded in twisting them...Sorry - wrong choice of words. Corrupting their bodies...The Shining Force is still good and pure."
"I know what you meant," Damas says softly. "Sometimes I think we cannot win either, but we have to try. I would rather not submit to those bastards willingly." The sorcerer pauses for a moment, and then continues. "As for the Vandals, it does not appear that they are working together with the Strife Lords. If anything, both of these dark factions want to topple each other. It may give us an advantage."
: "Perhaps. They at least can be distractions to one another. But sooner or later, we will have to worry about both. Galm has always managed to get away - as has Elise. I wonder if they will keep that streak of theirs up."
Damas: "Well, we can worry about that when and if the time comes. For now, I think I want to get a little rest."
*Faralon nods.*
: "Good idea. Good night, Damas."
"Good night Faralon," Damas says before walking off.

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Jan 09, 2006 3:33 am
((Aurik could use any kind of protection. He's still running around in a masterwork breastplate and a masterwork large steel shield. Merkass would appreciate the Jade Ring. More DEX for the DEX monkey plzkthx. Merkass becomes level 8 (Rgr 2/Scout 4/Stalker of Kharash 2)
Merkass can be promoted to the a fighting class! Merkass can be promoted to STLK (Stalker).
Do you accept?
: ... BURNINATION! DADADUN DAA! DADADUN DAAA! DADADUN DA DA DA DA DADUN!
AND MERKASS COMES IN THE NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!
HP increase by 20! (Gogo max hp!)
DEX increases by 1!
BAB increases by 2!
REF increases by 3!
Disable Device increases by 2!
Hide increases by 2!
Listen increases by 2!
Move silently increases by 2!
Search increases by 2!
Spot increases by 2!
Survival increases by 2!
Tumble increases by 2!
Aurik can be promoted to the a fighting class! Aurik can be promoted to RSOV.
: ... should I be afraid? You're a scary priest who appeared out of nowhere...
Aurik becomes level 9 (Clr 5/Combat Medic 3/Radiant servant of Volcanon 1)!
HP increase by 14!
WIS increases by 1!
FORT increases by 3!
WILL increases by 3!
Concentration increases by 2!
Heal increases by 2!
Knowledge (Religion) increases by 2!
Spellcraft increases by 2!
Spot increases by 1.5!
Aurik gains 1 level 2 spell!
Aurik gains 1 level 3 spell!
Aurik gains 1 level 4 spell!
Aurik gains 1 level 5 spell!
Aurik gains Healing Kicker (Reflex Saves)!
Aurik gains Mobility!
Aurik gains Extra Greater Turning!
Aurik gains Radiance!
Rhizor becomes level 7 (Druid 7)!
HP increase by 11!
BAB increases by 1!
Spellcraft increases by 6!
Rhizor gains 1 level 0 spell!
Rhizor gains 1 level 1 spell!
Rhizor gains 1 level 4 spell!))
~~Previously, on X-Men...
err..
Previously, at the Iom Shrine~~
*Merkass searches the shrine for anything that may be left over. Hidden enemies could be anywhere, and secret passages might lead elsewhere. What he is not prepared for, however, are the vile, gruesome, and horrendous displays of human corpses he came upon. Merkass very nearly becomes incredibly nauseated to the point of passing out and becoming traumatized. He takes a deep breath, however, and he gains resolve.
The bodies are mutilated, with strange marks all over them. Swollen, bruised, and bloated, they are arranged in strange positions. Some of the faces are contorted into odd expresions. Most, however, display pain and agony. Most, if not all the bodies display marks similar to lashings, but a number of the corpses seem to have been marked up ritually. What disturbs Merkass more than any other thing he sees are the arrangements of corpses performing indescribable acts. Never in his wildest imagination would he have imagined such cruelty being performed to anyone. It was as though they had been raped, and not only before death, but now here, before him, after death as well. This was an abomination.
Merkass spends some time to arrange the bodies into a position on the floor in which they may lay with their arms folded over their chests. Taking any drapery, wrappings, and whatever else he can find, he quickly throws it over them, knowing there is not much time. As he goes, he finds some trinkets and baubles which he stashes on his person. Of great importance, Merkass finds a map with writing all over it amongst other things. It would need analyzing later. The smallest item he tucks away into his pocket as a momento. This foul day would live forever, though these poor victims' memory would live with Merkass until he died, and the trinket would remind him of it always. Upon finishing his task, Merkass moves back into the entrance he had come in through and draws his bow. Knocking a dragonsbreath arrow he closes his eyes and mutters a saying in his native tongue his parents, grandparents, and clan had all taught him.
"Death, the ultimate equalizer. Fire, the ultimate cleanser."
With a screech the Dragonsbreath arrow is released into the pile of bodies and clothing. Without much ado, they catch on fire, and Merkass slowly turns, walking away in a steady, deliberate manner. Yeesha has already moved the group from the building, and so Merkass runs full speed, catching up to the group as she is nearly finished. They would need to escape full haste from this place, lest they end in the same manner the others he found had. One nagging question remained in his mind, however. If they had found the rest of the Shining Force, where was Prince Nick?*
~~~
*Though Zook and Rhizor had already begun defending the castle from harm, they seemed to be destined to go their own, separate ways. Zook was suddenly caught by a Pegasus Knight, and shortly thereafter Rhizor had to deal with this own. Rhizor sees it before it is able to close, however, and Rhizor gives a shrill whistle and a couple clicks of his tongue. The hippogriffs in tow with him circle around a bit and fly into the air above him. Rhizor moves back and begins to prepare a spell as the Pegasus Knight moves forward. Suddenly, a giant cloud of sand swirls through the air creating a sphere 40' in diameter. It ends just in front of the pegasus knight, who is then forced to move around it. Moving as fast as it is able, the Pegasus Knight begins the journey around it at full speed.
Rhizor summons another creature to aid the hippogriffs. Suddenly, a giant eagle appears to join them, and the three creatures begin to move around the cloud themselves. Catching all of them unaware, the Pegasus Knight rushes forth at full speed, its lance set to impale Rhizor. It misses by a hair, however, and the lance is driven into the ground. Not missing a beat, the Eagle and Hippogriff charge forth at the flying knight, both hippogriffs landing a claw on the enemy creature. Rhizor's shape begins to contort, stretch, and hunch over as the aerial creatures claw, bite, and scratch at one another. Rhizor is suddenly transformed into a dinosaur whose tail and claws drip venom just as the pegasus knight takes a stab at the eagle and flies away.
Soon after Rhizor's summoned creatures barrel toward the winged centaur. The eagle and one of the hippogriffs latches on with powerful talon strikes, rending the horses flesh and drawing blood. Rhizor manipulates his clawed, reptilian digits, and suddenly the Pegasus Knight finds his excreted sweat freezing to his body and becoming unnaturally cold. It stings and burns, causing his flesh to redden, swell, and crack.
Fleeing away once more and taking another stab at the eagle, the pegasus knight tries once again to down the eagle. It fails to finish it off, and all three of the flying animals take toward it once more. The speed of the winged centaur's flight agitates the freezing of its body further, causing more harm as some blood begins to seep through the poors of its skin and instantly crystallizing. The Eagle lands another hit, and the pegasus knight can take no more. It careens toward the ground quickly, landing with a sickening, fleshy thud. Rhizor grins, showing all of his fanged mouth. And the others thought they could just leave him behind. This was child's play. Imagine what he could do at full power. Snorting, Rhizor trots off to examine his prey and recover what he can from it.*
~~
*Upon returning to the castle, Merkass has one thought in mind: Where are the tinker and druid? The castle seemed to be slightly disarrayed, and Merkass wondered what had happened. Looking around, Merkass quickly takes off for where they had left the two of them. Fortunately, it seemed as though whatever had happened was mostly repaired by now, and the castle seemed to be in just the way it had been left. Maybe Zook and Rhizor were just as lucky.*
((Merkass finds 70 gp worth of junk in the Shrine!
Merkass found a map!
Rhizor gains 1000 XP for his battle!))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Jan 09, 2006 5:29 am
Beneath his pensieve expression Zook was smiling; it was good to be of use again. He inspected each item carefully, turning them over in his hands. He held up the belt first. "This is called a Drop Belt. When activated, it generates a force that repels the pull of gravity, allowing the wearer to fall great heights without bearing the unfortunate consequences of their acceleration. There appears to be enough energy remaining for 12 uses."
Next he holds up the hilt, activating it in front of Ashathel, a blade of pure crackling energy springing forth.
"Force Blade. Melee weapons designed for quick and decisive combat when ranged weapons were ineffective, and for those who favored the more archaic styles of war."
He deactivates it and hands to to Ashathel.
Finally, he loads the shells into a small cart, wheeling them off to where ADAM was being worked on.
"I have plans for these..."

Posted by: Rusty Mon Jan 09, 2006 6:00 am
((

QUOTE
That Which Needs to be Sorted Out: Is Saintly Buster Sword of Deflection +5: +4 AC, +5 vs. Ranged attacks. 5 DR/-. 2d10 damage - Acacia Large Steel Shield of Devotion +1: Morale bonus +1 attack and damage when worn by leader - Selling Jade Ring: +2 enhancement bonus to DEX and reroll any failed Dex skill check once per day - Merkass
Sharp Full Plate of the Wolf +3: +1 attack and threat range, +10 HP - Cedric
Lesser Devil's Axe. Vicious Dwarven Waraxe +3. Vicious: +2d6 damage, but wielder takes 1d6 damage with each hit. - Selling
+4 Large Steel Shield - Aurik
+4 Full Plate - Selling
Ghost Touch Longsword +3 - Kanmeshi
Large Steel Shield +1 - Acacia
Chain Shirt +4 - Brand
Ring of Protection +4 - Isyndel
Moderate Fortified Breastplate of Imp: Acid Resistance +5 - Kanmeshi
+5 Large Steel Shield - Amelios
Flaming Long Sword of Speed +5 - Ryhir
Ring of Major Electrical Resistance - Laika
Ring of Protection +1 - Zook
Rod of Lesser Metamagic - Damas
Boots of Speed - Aurik
Large Steel Shield +1 - Selling
Potion of Blur - Faralon
Full Plate of Moderate Fortification +3 - Aurik
Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye - Amelios

Gold:
Acacia: 0
Aurik: 0
Cedric: 0
Ryhir: 0
Laika: 0
Isyndel: 0
Kanmeshi: 0
Zook: 900
Ashathel: 1,100
Damas: 4,210
Amelios: 5,625
Brand: 9,100
Faralon: 9,132
Merkass: 9,132
Kyoji: 9,132
Rhizor: 9,132
Van: 9,132
Jokulligr: 9,132
Gabriel: 9,132
Castor: 9,132
Kethra: 9,132
Red = 0, Black/Bold = Partial, Green = Full))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Jan 09, 2006 7:40 am
"And I'm a happier camper," Ashathel said, activating the longsword for a moment to admire the blade. As he did so, he nearly bumped into Van. Van was able to avoid being run into, but he froze with his mouth hanging open at seeing Ashathel's new weapon. "What is that?"
"This, my friend, is apparently a Force Blade. Ancient technology, according to our tinker friend."
"Incredible... I have to admit that appears to be a fine weapon."
"That's what I'm thinking, too," the elf agreed, deactivating it. "Actually, though... I wanted to talk to you for a second. How much money are you still short for your village?"
Van blinked in surprise at the elf's question. "Roughly three thousand gold short. Why?"
"Well, I've been feeling bad about a couple things, namely your town. After seeing how badly we've all been hurt even with exceptional stuff, I realize how bad you need the wall."
Van shakes his head slowly. "We have been hurt because we are taking an active stance against this evil. My village is likely just being troubled by some bandits or kidnappers. I highly doubt the Strife Lords would bother themselves with my village."
"Maybe not before, but right now I wouldn't put it past them to go after anyone's home. Not mine, and certainly not yours. Just... I have a purchase to make, but whatever i get after that is all yours."
Van frowns in thought as he had not considered this before. "I appreciate the offer, but you should know that our new half-dragon monk friend has already offered to give me gold for the village. Not to say your help is unwanted, I just want you to know that I may not need that much from you to get the amount I need."
"Even so, the faster you get it, the faster the wall gets erected."
Van nods. "This is true. Very well, I accept your offer." Van grins. "I kinda wish I had some wine for a celebration drink now, but lets save that for after I get the gold sent off, eh?"
"Hey... I think we picked up a bottle a while back, didn't we?"
"Yes we did, but no one ever drank it as far as I know. You suggesting we go ahead and split it?"
"Nah... that didn't work well, last time we tried it. How about you take it?"
"Er..." Van pauses for a moment to think. "How about I just take the first drink out of it, and if it is just regular wine we can split it then?"
"Works for me; honestly, I haven't had a good drink in a while."
"Do you know where the wine is being stored by any chance, or do we need to ask around?"
"I can take a look with the other stuff we've been storing," Ashathel said, rooting around for a while before raising a bottle triumphantly. "Here... tell me if it's good," the bladesinger grinned, handing Van the bottle.
Van raises the bottle in Ash's direction. "To staying alive and being a menace to evil!" With that Van takes a drink.
Van drinks his glass of wine down and feels a delightful tingling sensation across his body. When he opens his eyes, Van sees the most beautiful woman he's even seen standing at attention near the fort's gate. All his attention is focused on this one beautiful angel and he is filled with a desire to know and be near her.
Not taking his eyes off the guard, Van hands the wine bottle to the bladesinger. He was torn between going to the guard and beling polite and finishing the wine with Ash.
"Thank you, sir," Ashathel said, taking a drink of the wine. It is delicious, and gives him an odd tingling sensation, but no other apparent ill side effects.
While the bladesinger was drinking the wine, Van couldn't help it and he found himself walking towards the guard.
"Hey, everyone... we found this bottle of wine. Great stuff; anyone want some?"
"No thank you. I do not indulge myself until a mission is completed," Kyoji declines, politely.
"No thank you." Laika replies to Ashathel. "I've never liked wine much. I'll stick to water."
Zook walks up to Ashathel. "Can I see that bottle?"
Jokulligr blinks and looks towards Ashathel upon hearing the offer. "Wine? Sorry, not too fond of the stuff myself. Hinders one's natural abilities."
*a strange look passes over ryhir face as he looks at the wine offered* Thats a odd brew you got there. I think I'll pass, though I'm sure You'll enjoy it....
"Sure... take a sip," the elf says, handing the bottle to the gnome.
"La- oh, no, that's not right," the bladesinger said, beginning to call Yeesha but thinking better of it. "No one else wants a bit?"
Zook takes a deep sniff at the bottle. "Too sweet for me," he says, handing the bottle off to Ashathel and going to see what happened.
"Where'd you get a bottle of wine?" Yeesha asks, approaching. "What vintage is it?"
Rhyir coughs. "Lady, I believe that's the 'special vintage' I showed you some time ago.... I'm not sure how they got ahold of it, as it was in my pack last I knew..."
"Can I try some?" Yeesha asks, motioning for the wine.
"Please," the elf says, handing her the bottle.
"Don't know exactly what kind of wine it is, but it's exceptional stuff."
*Faralon wanders his way over to the table.* Faralon: "That's a bit pint-sized, isn't it?"
*Faralon takes out his lute. Ah, everyone's drinking. A fine time for some music!*
"Song... that's not a bad idea, brother!" With that, Ashathel breaks into dance, moving lithely in time with his brother's music. Finally relaxing after what seemed like endless weeks of sullen silence, it was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Yeesha stumbles back after drinking, the wine, an odd look on her face for a split second. "That's... strong stuff."
*Faralon chuckles, continuing to play his song as his eyes jump about, glancing over the group to see their reactions to his music and his brother's dancing.*
Ryhir approaches Yeesha and whispers in her ear. Her face promptly goes pale.
"Err... Van, where did you find this wine?"
Van blinks in surprise for a a few moments, irritated at being stopped. "Err... Ashathel and I dug it out from some of the loot from previous battles."
"Where? Did you get it from Ryhir's pack?" Yeesha asks, urgently.
"I guess... I was more off standing to the side as the elf got it out and I don't really know which pack belongs to who."
"Oh, Light..." Yeesha murmurs as she grabs the bottle swiftly. "What's wrong with you?? You don't just sneak into someone's pack and take things!"
"Don't you know what you've done???"
"THIS ISN'T WINE! IT'S A LOVE POTION!!!"
Kanmeshi raises an eyebrow.
*Faralon suddenly stops playing at the words "love potion" and looks over at Yeesha, his eyes wide open.*
Yeesha swiftly calms. "On the other hand, it's comforting to know the thoughts going through my head weren't my own..."
Van's face drains of blood at Yeesha's annoucement but doesn't say or do anything.
Yeesha sighs. "I hope you people have good self control, because I didn't memorize additional dispelling magics today. You'll have to wait a day."
*Ryhir just looks a bit amused*
A few hundred yards away, Zook has an inexplicable fit of the giggles.
*Faralon shivers. I got rid of all of mine...Did he also buy one?*

Posted by: FreedomJu Mon Jan 09, 2006 8:31 am
Van idly ate some stew in the crowded mess hall, attempting to keep the thoughts of the guard out of his head. Mentally occupied as he was, he was unaware of the people around him such as the soldier next to him that had fallen asleep somehow. Nor was he aware of the empty seat next to him.
Van hears the clank of armor and a sigh as someone sits down next to him.
As Van was kinda out of it, it took him a moment to twist his head and look at the person who just sat down. With a start he saw it was the guard the potion had made him attracted too, but even knowing it was because of the potion he still felt the desire to get to know her better. Swallowing his food, he speaks heistantly. "Had a long day?"
The guard in question turned to look at Van, her shoulder length red hair shifting around her face as her blue eyes appraised the young soldier. "Not as long as yesterday. Damn raids..." she says with a sigh.
Van raised an eyebrow at her comment. "How bad are they? I didn't get back until after the last attack."
"Bad, but not too bad... A flying force this time. Exactly what I was cut out for. Took out 2 of their Pegasus Knights with my bow," the soldier says with a smile.
Van grins in return. "Glad to hear that. Yesterday my group was being beaten around by golems and a whole slew of other things. We came out ok though, considering."
"Golems? Those clay things the mages make? How'd you manage to take those out? You must be stronger than you look," the soldier says, looking over Van with new respect.
"Not really... while my weapon was able to harm them, it was mainly due to my companions that we made it at all." Van shifts uneasily. "Actually, in the last part of the battle I was caught in the aura of a demon and gripped by fear stronger than I could fight against."
"Demons and golems? What the hell did you do, piss off the Dragon?" the soldier asks.
"If recent events are any indication, I would have rather it had been the Dragon we pissed off." Van shrugged lightly. "Nothing can be done about that now but to forge ahead."
"You dodged the question," the soldier states.
Van's grin dies in an instant as he mentally debates if he should tell the guard or not, but eventually the potion's effects win. He whispers quietly to the guard so others wouldn't hear him. "We got to Iom Shrine just in time to watch the Shining Force die and we nearly followed them in avenging their deaths."
"What? I've heard some whoppers in my time, but that takes the cake!" the soldier says.
"I understand how it sounds, I would have had a hard time believing it if I wasn't there." The village warrior shakes his head sadly. "Too many good people died there, and we still haven't found Prince Nick."
"You're looking for the Prince?" the soldier asks.
Van nods in confirmation. "Yeah... but there has been very little luck so far and a whole slew of trouble."

Posted by: White Rose Mon Jan 09, 2006 9:10 am
((EDIT TO NOTE: Van's post before this took place the next morning after the love drinks. My post takes place the night before, after the love drinking. Just to keep times straight and all.)) *Faralon knocks on Acacia's door with one hand, holding onto the hilt of Dean's old sword with his other hand, its tip on the floor.*
Faralon: "Acacia? Are you there?"
Acacia stands at her window staring down at an arrangement of flowers when she hears the knock on her door. Without turning to face the door, she answers Faralon.
Acacia: "Yes. You may come in."
*Faralon opens the door, then carries the Greatsword in with both hands. He looks at Acacia. If she looks back at him, she can also see he is wearing something on his back.*
Faralon: "We felt it best that you have these for battle. Gabriel preferred his old sword, so he took that back - the one you used last battle. I think this blade would suit you well, though."
Before turning around, Acacia ponders a little on the bluntness of Faralon's task. He had even failed to say hello to her. Jokulligr's words rang in her mind once more. She knew that they had been distant from the group, but maybe there was stress that she had not picked up on? Finally facing Faralon, she looks with surprise at the blade Faralon is presenting. Straining her mind, she could not recall the name of the Force member who the sword belonged to.
"But did that sword not belong to one of the members of the Shining Force?"
*Faralon appears a bit weary.* Faralon: "Yes, but did Lady Yeesha not say that all, save Eric, would prefer their equipment went for the cause of good - in battle?"
Acacia shakes her head slowly, trying to recall. All she could remember was the altercations involving Brand, Jokulligr, and Yeesha. After that, she left pretty quickly.
"No, I am sorry, I do not recall. There was a lot happening."
Still standing at the window, Acacia begins to grow uncomfortable with the conversation. This was the first time she had been completely alone with one of the members of the group besides Jokulligr.
"Are you sure? The thought of using a sword that belonged to someone as renown as it did unsettles me a little. To whom are the other weapons going?"
Faralon: "Others in the group, of course. The bird cleric, whose name is apparently Kanmeshi, now has Shriek's old blade, and Ryhir has Claude's. I assure you, it is better this way. The stuff of legends should not be forgotten...But don't ever try to match up to Dean, if that's what you're worried about. You're another person, you know?"
Acacia, about to ask about the rest of the equipment, what they were not using, is caught off guard by Faralon's statement. Faltering her eye contact, she looks towards the floor.
"N-no, that's not what I meant."
Raising her eyes once more, she looks past Faralon, as if trying to find a way out.
*Faralon looks at her, curiously. What an odd woman.*
Faralon: "...And yes, I did say "these"..."
*Faralon slips off a heavy shield, which was strapped to his back.*
Faralon: "Given the size of the last sword you were able to wield, we thought you might be able to handle this one with even one hand, so we saved a shield for you, too."
Acacia: "I'm not sure what to say..."
Faralon: "Please say yes. It would be a shame to see such fine arms go to waste."
Acacia nods uncertainly, still not meeting Faralon's eyes. She says "Thank you," but it ends up sounding more like a question than anything else.
*One of Faralon's eyebrows lifts up, curiosity getting the better of him.*
Faralon: "Acacia? Is something wrong?"
Acacia grimaces openly, realizing that she has done nothing but make matters worse. If there was not stress before, there definitely would be now.
"I am sorry, I truly am. Speaking of the dead in this manner is somewhat unsettling."
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "That's understandable. I'm sorry."
Acacia shakes her head, trying to dispel Faralon's appology.
"There is no need for that."
Suddenly she notices she is unaware of where to bring the conversation from here.
"Is there anything else?"
*Faralon shakes his head.*
Faralon: "No, that was it...Unless there was something you wanted to talk about? Come to think of it, we haven't really talked very much since you first joined..."
Acacia remains standing by the window, still having not offered Faralon a seat or taking one herself.
"No, we have not."
*Faralon looks at her - where her eyes might meet his, if she was not avoiding eye-contact.*
Faralon: "Tell me - honestly...How do you feel about all this? The Chaos Cult? The involvement of the Vandals? Travelling with us? Is this the path you still intend to follow? You've been keeping to yourself a lot..."
Acacia: "That is an awful amount of questions to ask someone all at once. I have no reason to stray from my current path. Lady Yeesha has my word."
*Faralon nods.*
Faralon: "Sorry - but you must know Lady Yeesha asked none of those questions."
Faralon: "I like to get to know the people I'm travelling with. Not everyone is terribly eager to speak with me, though."
Sighing, Acacia folds her hands before her.
"I must appologize, I do not indulge in the same merriments as the bulk of your party. There is nothing of me for you to get to know, my previous way of life is forfeit and I have yet to begin to forge a new one."
Faralon: "I see...But perhaps this is indeed the start of it. Time will tell, I suppose. Well...If there is nothing else you wish to speak about, I guess I should be on my way...Gotta check on others, too...You know, keep the morale up..." *Faralon says, smiling.*
Acacia forces a smile and then offers a nod.
*Faralon nods, then exits. A very strange woman indeed.*

Posted by: Rusty Mon Jan 09, 2006 9:46 am
((Faralon is gathering some info. Second roll is with Zook's help. GI#1: 18)) "Did you hear the one about the centaur, the elf, and the beastman? No? Well, OW! Why are you hitting me, Fedywir???" "That raiding party was tough, but we managed to hold out. Cultist attacks on the rise lately."
"Somedays, some nights, some live some die and the way of the samura... Oh, didn't see you there. I'm working on a song detailing my travels in Hapon!"
"Hello! I'm Boken! I was going to tour the path of the Cypress Shining Force, but that might change with the rise in raids recently..."
"... I came upon the remains of a fierce battle the other day. A bunch of slaughtered demons around this lady in white armor! Never seen anything like it! The lady just walked away..."
"It was the best of times... It was the toughest of times..."
===
((GI#2: 23...+2 with aid other = 25.))
"What a gyp. I spent my entire leave on a pilgrimage to Tristran to see Mitula, but the clergy has the temple barred up! They won't let anyone in!"
"You'll never believe this! They say that the Castle of the Ancients rose again!"
"I hear rebellions are breaking out all over the world... Rumor has it that it's due to all the cults popping up... Sigh... Times are tough.."
"This really beautiful lady in red came through her recently. She was asking about a merchant, a young girl, and some soldiers... Get this though. She also asked about the hero Max!"

Posted by: Aldur Mon Jan 09, 2006 1:35 pm
(With that Shield my AC is 28. Excellent. >_> Incidentally. "... I came upon the remains of a fierce battle the other day. A bunch of slaughtered demons around this lady in white armor! Never seen anything like it! The lady just walked away..."
Hello Spiriel. "I'm going to kill you.")

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Jan 09, 2006 3:08 pm
"You've got to be kidding me," Ashathel groaned, looking at the bottle. "A love potion... why the hell would you keep something like that, Ryhir?" A love potion in Ryhir's pack, strong enough to affect even Yeesha... there's too much of this sort of thing going around., the bladesinger thought, pouring the rest of the contents out onto the ground. Still, first Faralon, and now... oh, no...
"Van... VAN! Someone find Van - he took the first drink!" the elf said excitedly, looking for the "Jeez... if he's groping someone now, it'll be my fault... VAN! And where's Zook? Who else took a drink?"
((19 Spot to look for who I need to if I need to, though I doubt I'll need to.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Jan 09, 2006 5:14 pm
During all of this, Brand is sitting outside, facing the armor he's just inherited and meditating. While he realized he wasn't exactly liked within the team, being liked wasn't in his best interests right now. War wasn't about winning popularity contests, it was about making sure that your team kept the will to fight. Sometimes, that meant making them angry enough to fight you, then turning them loose on their enemies.
Damas was right, of course. The team had improved quite a bit, and they were starting to work together in ways Brand wouldn't have hoped for even a month ago. And they seemed genuinely concerned about each other, which was even more important. Despite the anger and the helplessness they had felt after each battle, the team was fighting better than ever.
But it wouldn't do for Brand to say so. Let the praise come from Cedric, or come from Yeesha. No, they day everybody started pointing out how well they were doing, they'd feel they could slack off. And that's when they would die.
Of course, that didn't make his position any more fun. Meh, war was hell, right? He was sorry about Damas, though. The kid showed promise, and Brand genuinely liked the backbone the sorcerer had shown in standing up to him and defending his friends. Again though, should he ever admit it?
This wouldn't do. He should be focusing on the fallen warrior whose armor he would wear into combat. Remembering his name, his lineage, and his deeds, inscribing them indelibly into his mind, so that the warrior's memory would never die.

Posted by: FreedomJu Mon Jan 09, 2006 7:22 pm
OOC: Thanks Rose, I realized that I had forgotten to mention that AFTER I went to bed. >.>

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Jan 09, 2006 8:55 pm
**Flashback to shortly after the ghost incident** After meditating in her room for quite some time, Kethra's eyes slowly open. There is a sense of peace there now and relaxation that was not there before. The young monk stands up and walks out of the room, pacing the hallways.
Kethra suddenly stops in front of one of the rooms, hearing very distinct sobbing from somewhere within. "It couldn't be him, could it?" She slowly enters the room and moves towards the supply closest where the sobbing becomes louder. The monk peeks inside and finds Damas curled up in a fetal position, crying his eyes out. "Damas!" She kneels down beside him and gently places a hand on his shoulder. "Are you all right? What happened to you?"
Damas turns his body away from her and speaks in a soft, wavering tone. "G...get away from me..."
"What did you say?" Kethra asks, clearly very confused by his behavior. "Do not turn from me... I am here to help..." She places both hands on his shoulders and moves a little closer.
"I said get away from me!!!" Damas screams, shoving the monk away with a surprising surge of strength.
Kethra gasps and falls back, totally unprepared mostly because she had not expected it. She stares at the sorcerer for some time, dumfounded. *What could be wrong with him? Has he gone mad? Or does he think that I am someone else?* She thinks about going to get help, but realizes that in his current state he could very well do something stupid. That being the case, she resolves to solve this problem herself. Kethra grabs him firmly by the shoulders and speaks in a firm tone. "Stop this nonsense at once! I am not going to hurt you."
Damas manages to pry himself from her grasp and moves farther away from her. "Have you come to torment me some more?" he asks in a tone that makes it clear he thinks that Kethra is someone she isn't.
*Torment him some more? He couldn't think that I am...* Kethra grabs both of Damas' arms this time and pins him up against the wall so he will stop flailing around.
Damas struggles of course, but he finds himself no match for the monk this time.
"Damas...what is wrong with you?" Kethra asks softly.
Damas finally looks up, but his appearance is far from what everyone else is used to. His eyes are blood shot and his pale face is stained with tears. The circles beneath his eyes also make him look quite haggard. Rather than say anything, he slumps in her grasp and sobs helplessly.
Not knowing what else to do, Kethra releases him and pulls him close in some attempt to comfort him. "Damas...you have to tell me what happened. Who did this to you?"
"Valkana," he replies in a broken voice. "She was here...and when I...followed, she showed me...the guild in flames...and my friends slain... This time...though...I...I found them at my feet... She...she told me that 'I couldn't escape' before the voice faded... Could it be...that I was the one who did it?" This possible notion makes him cry even harder.
"No, of course not," Kethra says comfortingly. "You could never do anything so cruel to your own friends. It was just an illusion - a dream, that's all..."
"It felt so real..." Damas whimpers and rests his head on the monk's shoulder. "I want it to stop... I just want all of it to stop..."
Kethra sits there for a few minutes just holding him until she no longer hears his sobs. When she looks down, she finds that he has "fallen asleep". *So her spirit was here again? I must tell Lady Yeesha about this and perhaps Cedric as well. We cannot have her tormenting Damas like this when we have a mission. His mind will break eventually, if this keeps up...* The young monk picks the sleeping sorcerer up over her shoulder and carries him to his room, though her pace is a bit slower than normal. "He's a little heavier than I thought..." Once there, she places him in his bed and tucks him in. Though reluctant to leave him alone, she goes back to her room but asks one of the night guards if he could perhaps check up on Damas every so often. Sleep does not come easy at first, but it does come eventually.
((If anyone really cares about the rolls that led to this...
Listen #1: 20 + 13 = 33
Listen #2: 7 + 13 = 20
Grapple #1: 10 + 8 = 18 vs. 16 + 5 = 21. Damas wins
Grapple #2: 13 + 8 = 21 vs. 8 + 5 = 13. Damas gets owned, Kethra wins
I had to do something with the two, and it did not seem like anyone else noticed. My one fear is that ghost is going to be after other people soon for "interfering" *shivers*))
**Next Morning**
Kethra awakens the next morning and checks on Damas to make sure he is all right. She sighs softly when she sees him sitting there staring down at the covers, but pays little mind to it. *At least his isn't in some sort of coma...* She goes to see if Faralon is awake yet, knocking softly on his door. "Faralon? Are you awake? I need to ask you something." *As far as I know, he was the last person to talk to Damas. Perhaps he noticed something unusual...*

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Jan 09, 2006 9:35 pm
((I have returned at long last and my semester is looking rather nice. Finally kicked off that last bit of depression and am ready to go. Granted... It will be difficult to get back into this because of the number of important events missed by Cedric. Here we go.))
Cedric had been brought to death's door by his many vicious injuries. His recovery was prolonged by the drained and exhausted state of his companions until the expedition returned to the relative safety of the castle.
The wounds covering his body closed, the Holy Knight withdrew from the others. Alone, in an isolated and little used storage room he began a long state of meditation and prayer.
((Side note: Just to point this out, Cedric never ordered Zook to stay behind he said the group would need to move swiftly and stealthily so carting around the giant broken mecha might be a bad idea. Zook was the one who decided on his own to stay behind then.))
Time swiftly passes for the focused mind of Cedric. The very core of his spirit centers on strengthening his power for his next encounter with the fiends who defiled the work of the Goddess with such disregard. Some of the very essence of his soul passes into his weapon, granting it new might.
Long hours later, the Kensai slowly and wearily stands, exhaustion and satisfaction evident on his face. Then he pauses and drops to his knees once more, "Great Goddess, thy face is hidden from your servant in this dark time but I beg you to grant me thy mighty aid once again. Sanctify my weapon as a tool of your divine will and grant it the power to strike down even the darkest of foes."
Cedric gains a level in Kensai!
+ 11 HP
+1 Charisma
+1 BAB
+1 Fort Save
+1 Ref Save
+1 Concentration
+1 Diplomacy
+3 Knowledge(Planes)
+1 Knowledge(Religion)
+1 Sense Motive
Cedric gains a level in Kensai!
+ 7 HP
+1 BAB
+1 Will Save
+1 Concentration
+1 Diplomacy
+1 Sense Motive
+2 Knowledge(Religion)
+2 Ride
Cedric gains the feat Sanctify Martial Strike[Warsledge] on approval from TUM.
Cedric gains the ability Ki Projection.
Cedric infuses 600 experience points into his +1 Warsledge.
Magical Warsledge is christened Storm's Wrath
Storm's Wrath becomes a Bane of Evil Outsiders.
Storm's Wrath becomes a weapon of shocking burst.
((Also, why is Aurik getting four items including two suits of Full Plate... He can only use one you know. ))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Jan 09, 2006 9:42 pm
((Oh, sorry! Kethra also gets 9,132 gold. I just forgot to list her. Note - if anyone else is not listed, then you also got 9,132 gold and I merely forgot to list you, as I'm certain I did not miss the gold adjustments of those that got equipment and/or gold. Btw, Cedric should have leveled up 3 levels. You never leveled him, at least according to the sheet you sent me, after The Sound battle. He should have a total of 9 levels...Or is he not leveling up due to XP usage and whatnot?))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Jan 09, 2006 9:46 pm
((He is level nine, I just neglected to update the number of levels at the top of the sheet when I leveled up after the Sound battle. Careless, careless...))

Posted by: FreedomJu Mon Jan 09, 2006 11:36 pm
"So you're with the group that just came in here?" "Yeah. It is a rather... interesting group to say the least." "I'm sure," teh soldier says. Van mentally frowned to himself as he realized he was losing her attention and searched his head for something to say. "So why did you join the guard?"
"It seemed like the thing to do at the time."
"Because of all the cults and strange happenings, right?"
"Yeah, sometimes it seems that the whole world is under siege," the soldier says with a sigh.
"From what I have seen it just may be..." Van whispers quietly to himself, but loudly enough that the guard would be able to overhear at least part of what he said.
"Better watch yourself with that talk, morale's low as it is. You start a panic, Sir Eleynar will have your hide," the soldier says as she shakes her head and finishes her food. "Well, see you."
Van sighed to himself as the guard left, dissapointed in how the conversation had turned out, but he thought to himself that perhaps it was for the better.

Posted by: Rusty Tue Jan 10, 2006 2:34 am
Derrik appears, numerous bruises across his face. His real arm is in a sling. "I didn't mind the goth chick so much, but when Rapey Mc Rape arrived it was time to scram," he mutters. "What can I do for you?" *Faralon looks at the arm.* : "...Galm?"
"No, you. Of course Galm," Derrik says with a chuckle. "Oh, inform Zook and Rhizor I have their special orders in," Derrik tells Faralon.
*Faralon nods.*
: "Certainly. Well, Mr. Swiftjoke, the group has much to sell to you once again."
*Faralon shows Derrik the assortment of items, along with the magic items to be sold, as well.*
"Standard rates. Let me see..." Derrik says as he examines the loot and quotes a price. "Done. Anything else?"
*Faralon shakes his head.*
: "That's all for now. I'm sure you'll be hearing from us again once everything has been sorted out."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Jan 10, 2006 5:40 am
((Ashathel purchases a Mithral Chain Shirt of Twilight (+4 AC, 0% arcane spell failure, MAXDEX 6, 12 1/2 lbs) for 2880 (discounted price), after trading in his Bracers of Armor +1. He also picks up 20 Silvered Serpentstongue arrows for another 5 gp, leaving him with 29 gp.))

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Jan 10, 2006 5:52 am
I wonder where Aurik is... Laika had wanted to talk to his friend about Volcanon, and putting his new faith to better use, but he couldn't seem to find the radiant servant anywheres. Laika enters the dining area, one of the last places he hasn't looked, and still can't find Aurik. However he spots the newest addition to the force.
I suppose I could ask him, I'm sure he won't have a problem with it. After all, he is another follower of Volcanon.
The werewolf takes a seat next to the birdman. "Hello there, My name is Laika, I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced." He extends his paw to Kanmeshi
<Mumbles something through his stew>
<Swallows and wipes his beak> hello, it is good to meet you. <takes his paw in hand and shakes it firmly> I am Kanmeshi, of Volcanon. What can I do for you?
"Well, I've recently turned to the ways of Volcanon... And I was just wondering... If you could... If you were willing to. Help me on my way?" The werewolf was still quite akward, and unsure of just how to go about asking such a question.
Of course, of course. What is it that i can do to assist you? Instruction in the tennents? Lessons of the faith? Scripture?
"Umm... I was hoping you could help me learn some spells. I'm entirely new to this proccess... So I'm not exactly sure what's needed to be done in order to... Well... Learn a spell"
Ah.. well. Faith, mostly. If your faith is true, and your need sincere, you may ask for volcanon to grant you the knowledge of what is needed to funnel his power into various forms. As you pray, you petition him for those effects you wish to perform. It is not so much a learned thing as a blessing from Volcanon in exchange for your faith in him.
"Really?" Laika seemed somewhat suprised. "That sounds a lot easier than I had thought it was going to be. Is there a specific time of day that this needs to be done?"
As a god of fire, purity, and the sky, tradition holds that you petition Volcanon at sunrise or sunset, while the sun turns the sky to a firey red, the clouds to whisps of luminesent vapor. Is there anything else I can do to aid you?
"No, I think that will be everything for now. I'll let you finish off your meal now." Laika gets up from the table, and starts to walk away, but quickly turns back. "Oh, I almost forgot. Thank you very much for your help, it was greatly apreciated." With that he heads out of the dining room, where one can only assume he was going to attempt his prayer to Volcanon.
No problem, you honor the priesthood with your valor. <smiles>
((Aaaaaannnnddd.... Scene.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Tue Jan 10, 2006 6:26 am
Van wasn't in the mood to finish his stew and instead left the mess hall, nearly running into Gabe. "Ah, sorry about that." "Mmm. Just try to be more careful next time," the barbarian said. "You were one of the ones who drank that wine, right?"
"Eh... yeah." Van winced uncomfortably.
"Mmm. So you heard about the side effects, then."
"Side effects?"
"They didn't tell you it was a love potion?"
"Ah, yes, they did. I thought you meant there was more to it than that."
"Nothing I heard about," the scarred half-giant replied. "I would have given that elf two good knocks for that, though."
Van shakes his head slowly. "It was an innocent mistake, he could not have known.... but getting off that subject, I need some exercise. Would you care to spar?"
"Mmm. Fine with me," he grunted, moving to a better area in which to do so. Grabbing his blade on the way, he says "You'll have to say when you want to stop."
Having retreived his weapon as well, Van gave a small grin as he felt its power fill him. "Alright with me. Ready?"
"You strike first. You'll need the help," the half-giant said.
Not wasting time or breath on words, Van lashed out with a low blow aimed to trip the massive warrior. Much to Van's surprise he was able to trip Gabe, but wasted no time he quickly hit the half-giant with the side of his guisarme's blade twice.
"Sonuva," Gabe mutters, dumbfounded. Rolling closer to the fighter, Gabe lashes out in retaliation. Missing with his first strike, the second succeeds in knocking Van prone as well.
Van was caught completly off guard and lands flat on his back as he tries to figure out just what the hell happened. Blinking, he goes to try to stand back up.
Taking advantage of the oppurtunity, Gabe hits Van with the flat of his blade as he stands.
Wincing from the blow, Van quickly moves back and away from Gabe's immediate attack range.
Again rolling closer to the fighter, Gabriel lashes out from his prone position once more.
Van quickly backs off another 5 feet from the determined barbarian before lashing out with his weapon. Both of Van's blows connect with the prone warrior, dealing respectable damage.
Continuing what seems to be a neverending cycle of ground-based movement and weak strikes, the half giant again lashing out from the ground.
Dodging Gabe's attacks, the village warrior strikes once more.
Despite his success, Van was once more tripped by Gabe and hit with the flat of the half-giant's blade.
More than a little irritated, Van swiftly rolls away from Gabe before trying to attack again. Only one of his blows hit however, much to his dismay.
The two continue to roll around while strike at each other, but only hitting with half of their attacks. Eventually Van gets in a lucky strike that knocks the half-giant out cold.
"Whoa... what the hell happened to him?" Ashathel asked, securing the straps on his armor as he tried on his new purchase.
"Er...we had a sparring match." Van replies as he climbs to his feat.
"Oooh... so the trip monkey strikes again," the elf says, motioning to the guisarme. "Come on... I'll help you haul him back to his room."
Van nods his thanks as he straps his weapon to his back. "That is very much appreciated."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Jan 10, 2006 7:04 pm
"You know," Ashathel says to Van, as both exix Gabriel's room, "I think I'll find Kyoji, challenge him to a little spar myself. See you later." Van nods. "Good luck and don't end up like our friend here." "Indeed," the elf nodded, before leaving. After a short search, the bladesinger locates the ninja in the courtyard. "Hey, Kyoji... you up for a little spar? It's better than going at it with the air, I say."
"Hm? Certainly," Kyoji says, turning. "When?"
"Now's good, actually," the elf says, slipping his courtblade free. "Good for you?"
Ryhir looks up, hearing the exchange, and turns to someone nearby. "5 Silver on the ninja?"
"Certainly," Kyoji says, falling into a combat stance. ((Init: Kyoji 14 + mods, Ash 10 + mods))
Laika walks by hearing Ryhir's wager. "I'll take you up on that one," he says, as Kyoji disappears from sight. Slightly embarrassed, he added "Oh... I forgot he could do that..."
“No welching now,” Ryhir grins
"You know," Ashathel said, grinning as the ninja disappeared, "I always wondered how you did that..."
"Not to worry Rhyir, I made my bed, I have no problems laying in it," the wolfman responded.
"Now where did you go?" the bladesinger said, on full defense. Even so, the ninja appears out of thin air, missing with his first strike but dealing a grievous blow before again disappearing from sight. ((55 damage.))
Cringing at the sight of the stealthy ninja's blow Laika begins to wonder why he took up the bet with Rhyir. At that moment, Kanmeshi enters the courtyard, moving to the two observers.
“What’s going on?” he asked Ryhir, who replied “I'm robbing our poor wolfman,” he chuckled, as Ashathel found himself unable to spot the invisible ninja.
"Two can play that game, friend," Ashathel says, moving his hand in an intricate pattern before his outline becomes blurred, shifting erratically. ((Blur cast.))
“Oh?” the birdman asks. Explaining further, the dervish adds “Ashathel and Kyoji are sparring.”
“Wheres Kyoji?” Kanmeshi queried, looking around for signs of the native of Hapon. “Is it a ranged duel or somesuch?”
“Ninja vanish,” Ryhir grinned, pointing at a spot. “But he's about there”
“Oh?” the birdman asks, looking himself as Kyoji finally speaks again.
"A good tactic," Kyoji replies, invisibility melting away as he strikes at the swashbuckler once more. However, due to the spells effects, the ninja’s blades miss the bladesinger by inches. “Impressive,” he says, arching an eyebrow as both hits strike illusion, only to vanish yet again.
“... I can’t follow him,” Kanmeshi admits, as Laika almost spies twin footsteps in the grass. Adding his two cents, the wolfman says "I've got a fairly good idea of where they are... but I'm not positive."
"I do try, you know," the swashbuckler grinned, listening once more for signs of his invisible opponent. But again, his senses are not enough to locate the stealthy fighter, and again he falls back on his magical abilities. "Well, it looks like we're going to have to do this the old fashioned way, then…"
Reaching into his component pouch, the bladesinger tosses a pinch of sand into the air, gesturing for a moment before Kyoji feels his eyes growing heavy. ((Sleep cast.))
"You know that spell is only good against those weak of will and body, why would you try it on me?" Kyoji asks, a little confused as the spell fails.
"Well... we're going to have to improvise," the elf muttered, staying on the defensive as he cast a spell on himself. Immediately, he can sense the presence of magical auras.
But by this time it is too late, and Kyoji bursts from invisibility once again, to strike at Ashathel. Dropping to his knees and then to the grass below, the elven fighter falls unconscious. ((35 damage; Ash is out.))
"Well... that seems to be the end of that." Laika reaches into his pocket and hands Ryhir his money. "I suppose we should take him back to his room then..."
"Friend Kanmeshi, would you heal my opponent, please?" Kyoji requests. Nodding, the birdman kneels over the unconcious bladesinger and heals him, expending numerous charges.
"Mmm... bah... rematch?" Ashathel groaned after regaining consciousness, getting to his feet.
"I don't think you're quite fit for a rematch just yet. I was rather surprised, though... I know you have spells, don't you have any that detect invisibility?" Kyoji asks.
"The Detect Magic spell I just cast would have revealed the aura of your weapons when you moved; I would have only had to attack in between them. My casting isn't as potent as that of others. Come, though... our cleric friend can patch me up right now. One more go is all I ask."
"I think you may have taken a blow to the head Ashathel,” Laika commented, somewhat distastefully. “He put quite the beating on you. You sure you want another one?"
"I was taking it easy on him, my fine furred friend," the elf said, only to have the wolfman reply "Well you lost me 5 silver in the proccess of taking it easy on him..."
"Then have them go double or nothing, because you're about to see something real interesting. I’ll cover you what you lose."
Kyoji frowns. "You should always strive to do your best in a duel... It brings dishonor to your opponent and you, otherwise."
Laika turns to Ryhir, "Well, what do you say?" But before the dervish can respond, the cleric adds to the pool.
“I’ll put 8 silver on the elf.”
"I stand ready," Kyoji states, simply.
"Alright then," the elf says, bowing. Kyoji returns the bow, as the observers continue to speak.
"Now now, if Ashathel is gonna get serious, we'll need to raise the stakes,” Ryhir says, pulliing out his belt pouch and taking a peek inside. “50 gold sound good?”
“Sure,” Kanmeshi replies, before Laika says "Hmm... I think that's a bit much for me... how about just 25 instead?"
“Sure,” Ryhir agrees the battle begins. Once again, the ninja disappears from sight; this time, though, Kanmeshi calls upon his own magical prowess and casts a spell of his own on the ninja. Kyoji disappears, then reappears as the birdman casts his spell, to the surprise of all.
"What?? Of all the dishonorable tricks!" Kyoji roars as he glares at Kanmeshi.
"The hell? Dispel that, man; it's no fair to him!" Ashathel says, pouting, as Laika agrees. "Well, that definitely turns the tabbles in my favour... but I wouldn't want to win that way."
“What, we wish to see you two fight, not see you just appear and wack him,” the birdman states, as Ryhir laughs.
"Relax... I've got this covered, no problem," the elf said, winking. "Watch and I'll show you how we do things where I come from."
"The nature of this duel is to train all aspects of the warrior. If Ashathel doesn't learn to fight invisibile opponents, how do you think he'll fare on the real battlefield?" Kyoji asks.
“As you wish,” the cleric sighs, dropping the spell.
"Thanks... now, where were we?" Ashathel asked. "I beleive Kyoji was going to go invisible and whack you again." Laika says jokinly.
"Are you ready?" Kyoji asks.
"That I am," Ashathel says.
Ryhir leans back, still grinning as Kyoji disappears once more.
"And here we go again... so predictable," Ashathel says, preparing a small spell to cast in an instant. Kyoji does indeed reappear, lashing out with his blades. But as the swashbuckler is attacked, however, he grabs hold of kyoji's shirt for a moment, illuminating it with a Light spell. ((65 damage to Ashathel, Kyoji’s shirt has Light cast on it.))
"Clever!" Kyoji says as he vanishes again. A sourceless light permeates the area. "But you should've learned from your experiences. Recall that in the fight with teh Storm I carried my sword enchanted with that spell. It does not reveal location."
"Maybe no, Kyoji, but the spell has a range," the bladesinger said, attempting to make out the boundaries of the spell with little success. "And at the middle of that range, somewhere, you should be."
"True. Very clever. But aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh? like what?"
"We're fighting outside. In broad daylight," Kyoji says, flatly.
"Well, can't say I didn't try," he shrugged, his fingers moving nimbly before the Blur spell once more takes effect. ((Blur cast.)) Seconds later, Kyoji hits nothing but blur as he curses at his clumsy attack, then fades away once again.
"Whoa... what's wrong, Kyoji, can't seem to hit?" Ashathel says, preparing himself for an attack.
"I should ask you the same," the ninja said simply, giving the elf an auditory clue to where the ninja stood, cloaked in invisibility. The bladesinger struck at the air twice, his second blow the only one to land. Moving lithely, the bladesinger slips backwards after striking the invisible Kyoji.
"Come, now, Kyoji... no attacks from the shadows?" he taunted, moving backwards more as he prepared to strike the ninja when he became visible once more. Kyoji emerges from his invisibility again, striking at Ashathel, even as the elf retaliates with two blows of his own. And with a single, decisive strike, Ashathel puts what little strength he has left into a blow which drops the ninja from Hapon. As Kyoji falls, Ashathel gives a thumbs up before dropping to one knee, utterly exhausted.
"Told... you. I was... taking it easy on him."

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Jan 11, 2006 4:46 am
Feeling sore and more than a little bruised where Gabe had hit him, Van decided it wouldn't hurt for him to take a nap. Gently rubbing a tense spot in his shoulder, Van went in search of his room and almost runs into the lady guard from earlier as he rounds the corner. Surprised, he quickly backs off a step to give her some room. "Ah, sorry. I seem to be doing that a lot today."
"That's OK. I saw you fighting the half giant out there. That was some fancy fighting," she says with a smile.
Van's face flushes red with embarrassment when the guard mentioned the fact she saw him fight.
"So I did some checking... You really are with Yeesha's group. I thought you were just boasting," the guard says.
Van was honestly confused. "Why did you think I was boasting? I have nothing to gain about lying about that."
"Really? I thought you were trying to charm me or something," the soldier says with a smirk. "Guess I must be losing my touch."
Chuckling nervously, Van desperately wished he could stop his face from being red. "No, I just wanted to make small talk. It is nice to sometimes talk to someone new every so often, you know?"
"You're blushing," the guard says with amusement.
"Ah... I just didn't expect a beautiful woman to really care much about what I have to say." Van stammers, feeling his face getting hotter.
"Ah, so you are trying to charm me! I don't even know your name! You're new at this, aren't you?" the guard says with a chuckle and a smile.
"Uh... Yeah, I guess in a way you could say that. Um, my name is Van Aeki." The village warrior was hard pressed to remember a more embarrassing moment in his life.
"Rachel Orlus," the woman says, extending her hand.
After a moment's surprise Van takes her hand and gives it a firm shake, careful to not apply too much pressure, but also careful to keep it from seeming weak. "Nice to meet you Rachel."
"Nice to meet you," Rachel says with a lopsided grin. "How old are you, anyway?"
Van blinked once in confusion at what his age had to do with anything. "I have seen twenty-nine years. I will be thirty soon."
"You're almost thirty?!" Rachel asks, in disbelief. "But... Huh. You really seem younger."
Van shrugged sheepishly, a small grin growing on his face despite his embarrassment. "I guess you could chalk it up to me living in a isolated village for most of my life where we do things slightly differently."
"Ha! A farm boy? I'm a city girl myself. I'm from Iom's capital," Rachel replies.
"Iom's capital eh? What is it like?" Van asks.
"A lot better now that Warderer and his gang were taken care of. One of the reasons I joined up. I don't want to see people like them in power again..." Rachel says, firmly.
The way Rachel said 'people like them' made images of the Vandals and Shailtor flash through Van's mind, causing him to shudder slightly as he thought of how horrible the world would be under them. "I understand that completely."
"Not enough people do, I think. The cults are proof of that," she says with a frown.
“I agree with you on that..." Van says as he searches for a way to get off the potentially depressing topic. It was a day off from battle, why should he spend it talking about the potential end of the world? "I would rather get off that topic, it is a little too depressing for me to talk about after yesterday."
"Why?"
Van really didn't want to think about the Shrine battle or what happened after that, but the part of him influenced by the love wine demanded that he spill everything to the woman and he finally relented. He did however check to make sure no one was listening in. "Not only did we see members of the Shining Force die, but several of them were zombiefied and sent against us. That wasn't the worse part though, after we left the Shrine we encountered a creature called Shailtor. At least some of us in the group think he and two others are behind the cults and he was prepared to kill us for destroying his Shrine. It was only by luck that the Vandal Galm was hunting for Shaitor and the two ended up fighting each other...." Van trails off as he remembers the powerful spells that were tossed around and how easily they could have all been killed.
"Wait, wait, wait... You saw Galm?! And..." the woman trails off, shaking her head. "That would shock anyone... You're lucky to have survived, even with your skill."
The village warrior nods slowly in agreement. "Truthfully though, Shailtor scares me more. He has been in our heads and appears to know everything about us, which has me worried about my village."
"I'm sure he has better things to do than terrify a village," Rachel says.
"I hope you are right..." Van murmurs, his face no longer flushed red. Clearly, talking about what happened yesterday and what may happen to his village has saddened him to the point where he no longer desires to speak.
"Hey, don't look so down. We're all going to get through this war," Rachel says.
It was hard for him to accept her words with as many close calls the group had so far, but he forced himself to take a optimistic viewpoint. "You're right, we need to keep focused and moving forward to get rid of these cults and their masters."
"That's the spirit! Well, I've got to get going. Seeya around, Van."
Van had to struggled to keep the disappointment off his face as Rachel said that. "I understand, I'll talk to you later."

Posted by: Rusty Wed Jan 11, 2006 6:21 am
Feeling a bit dejected at having to failed to make any real progress with Rachel, Van had started to walk back towards his room with a small frown on his face. *Faralon walks down the hallway, spotting a saddened Van up ahead. Is everyone depressed?*
: "Van?"
"Eh? Yes Faralon?" Then a thought occurs to Van. "Say.... how well do you know women?"
*Faralon looks a bit confused. What the...*
: "...Eh? Yes, of course!"
Van pauses, unsure if he should proceed, but figured why not? "Then perhaps you could help me. There is a women that has caught my eye... but I don't think I made much of an impression on her."
: "Is now really the best time to be meeting women? Oh well...What do you know about her?"
"Not much unfortunately, only her name and that she is a guard here."
:: "A guard here? Well, she must be quite attractive if you like her only knowing that...heheh..."
"Ah... I guess you can say that," Van says with a bit of embarrasement.
: "What's her name, then?"
"Rachel Orlus... but what does her name have to do with this?"
: "Nothing at all."
*Faralon smirks.*
: "But we bards simply must know details like that...What's the problem you're having with her, though?"
"I'm not really sure," Van admits. "But like I said, I don't think I left much of an impression on her other than I can fight half way decently."
: "Did you spend much time together? Maybe she just takes things a little bit at a time."
"We only met today in the mess hall actually, and then we just finished talking a few minutes ago. The problem with taking it slow as I see it is that we may be leaving tomorrow for all that we know and there is no telling when we will be back."
*Faralon blinks. Wait a second...Wasn't that when my brother and Van were drinking that love potion they took from Ryhir?*
: "Umm...Where was she headed?"
Van points in the direction the lady guard had walked. "She went that way, but I don't know her destination." He faces Faralon again. "Why do you ask?"
: "Well, you said she worked here? What does she do?"
"I saw her guarding the gates earlier. Other than that, I don't know."
: "A guard? Hmm. Are you certain she was uninterested? I would think she would have a good appreciation for your battling if she is a guard...Or did you just tell her of your deeds?"
"Well.... she saw Gabe and I spar and apparently liked watching the fight." Van pauses for a moment. "I also told her about Iom Shrine and what happened afterwards."
: "What?!...Van, morale is down in the group enough - we don't want to send the whole town into shock! If people knew that Vandals were involved in this...The Chaos Cult would get exactly what they want - chaos...fear..."
Van winced at Faralon's outburst. "I realize it was a mistake.... but I don't think she will go talking about that though. In fact, she seemed rather impressed that any of us made it back and tried to cheer me up."
: "Still - I feel uneasy that anyone aside from those present at the Shrine know what happened there. She couldn't have been completely empathetic...She wasn't there. It's nice she tried to cheer you up, but...That does not mean she will not mention it to anyone. Hopefully she won't, but we should talk to her more about it to ensure she doesn't."
Van groaned to himself as this turned into what could be potentionally the biggest disaster of his life, but had nothing else to say at the moment, not wanting to make things worse.
: "Why don't we go and find her? Or at least find out when she has a break next so we can talk to her then."
"I guess..." Van says with a sigh, still feeling frustrated with this whole turn of events.
: "I have a slightly unrelated question, if it's not too much. Back in the mess hall...I don't remember...Did you drink anything there - perhaps something my brother gave you? Something reddish in color?"
Van raised an eyebrow in puzzlement. "We had some wine last night... or so we thought it was wine at the time.. Yeesha said she dispelled the effects though."
: "Ah, thank goodness. I was worried that Ryhir's love potion was involved. Well, let's go find Rachel."
Sighing, Van reluctantly followed Faralon.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Jan 11, 2006 6:33 am
((There is an RP scene in the works. It will most likely be posted tomorrow. YAY. ^_^))

Posted by: Kyosokun Wed Jan 11, 2006 8:18 pm
((Finally posting this while I have the chance, and before we move on)) ((Bolt, took the liberty of assuming your char would come out to talk. The knocking down was rolled out with TUM earlier when I started writing this)) At the castle, after Dinner, Ryhir asks Joku outside to talk for a bit. He leads him out to the relatively empty training yard, and procedes without anyfan fair to turn about and knock the Dragon Monk on his ass with a strong left hook. Ryhir stands back, the anger he had been holding back now being given limited release. "Now you listen to me. If I ever hear you talk down to Lady Yeesha like you did at the temple again, I swear to your gods and mine that I will beat you black and blue. She has been through more than you will likely ever have to go through, and has fought for the Light since before you took your Vows, likely. She deserves your respect and support, not a lecture about how the darkness will consume her if she's weak, or how the light has supported her. ~She just had those closest to her taken.~ The Light didn't save them, did they? Yet you have the gall to talk down to her in her moment of pain, you condescending, arrogant..." Ryhir cuts himself off with a growl. "Put more thought into improving yourself, and less into lecturing others, Holy Man." With that, Ryhir does as the dragonman himself had done, and turns and walks off, without waiting or caring about any reply.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Jan 11, 2006 9:41 pm
It is not until the next morning that Cedric returns from his self imposed exile of meditation and prayer. His face shows the physical strain of the last battle and a night of no substance but his step is lighter and renewed confidence shines in his eyes.
In the hustle and bustle of the early morning castle he greets soldiers, servants, and comrades heartily while making his way to the dining hall. Taking a seat at an empty table, he watches the few other early risers with a smile.
Brand walks in, glancing around and seating himself in one corner, near where the paladin was sitting.
Amelios, looking up from his food nods politely at both Cedric and Brand. The Kyantol's comb was arrayed strangely in his fabulous hair. Somewhat like a good luck charm. "Good morning to both of you."
The Paladin nods to his fellow warrior with a smile and before turning to Amelios, "A good morning to you as well my friend."
The birdman nodded, "Hard to complain about a morning with a roof over your head." Pulling out a whetstone, the birdman began inspecting his double-edged sword for nicks left from the last battle.
Cedric smiles, "Indeed and with you here I'm certain that its a secure shelter as well."
Brand shakes his head. "For all my talk, my skills are on parwith the other members here. It's only in attitude that we differ."
Cedric nods, "Attitude makes the difference when skills are equal..."
Amelios grins a little at the birdman's comment. "I find it hard to complain about mornings in general. I trust everyone slept well? I had a pleasant night. And what's this I hear this morning about a love potion hmm?"
Ryhir chuckles at the mention of the love potion.
Brands expression is flat. "A what?"
Cedric frowns, "Amelios, just what occurred while I was in meditation?"
Ryhir sighs. "One of the potions we had gotten, I forget which fight. It looked similiar to the Power Wine Ashathel had drank, and everyone had assumed it was Power Wine. It was given to me, however, because I'm no one's fool to partake in unknown magic, I had Yeesha identify it."
"Indeed. And some of the more partial to drinking members of the group decided to have some whilst I was out on the battlements gazing at the stars. Pity I missed it. Sounds like quite a scandal." Amelios sighs regretfully.
Ryhir grins. "Indeed. Poor Yeesha was horrified when she found out though..." Ryhir comments, loosing his grin a bit.
Amelios smiled easily, as there had been no harm done. "Still...Odd occurences are the norm for us these days...Hm. I doubt the Archmage was amused after that. Did anyone...chase anyone else?"
Brand holds his mouth closed, though his eyes are cold. 'As if we don't have enough social problems.' he thinks to himself.
Cedric rubs his beard for a moment, then shakes his head, "Troublesome... I take it measures were taken to counter the potion's effects?"
"I dunno who drank it, off hand. but I haven't noticed any odd behavior..." Ryhir shrugs.
Amelios frowns, and turns to Rhyir. "Did they?" On his response Amelios sighed. "It may not take immediate effect. Hmm...interesting social times ahead then! Oh well, means more for me to do."
"Love, this team can handle. It's jealousy that worries me." Brand says. "If someone were to fall for a team member who was already interested in a third, things could turn out violent. Also, suppose someone fell in love with a villager or refugee? They would remain behind, and the team would lose a valuable ally. Worse, if the strife lords found them alone like that, they could be held hostage." Brand muses. "No, this isn't just some humorous situation that can be laughed away."
Cedric nods, "We must be more careful in the future... Ryhir, you were quite right to have Lady Yeesha identify it."
"Did Lady Yeesha mention how long it lasted? Or any of it's effects? It's not really worth the amount of concern Brand. From our last encounter... I think the Strife Lords got a nasty surprise. Also...It is quite easily cured anyway"
Brand raises a tufted eyebrow. "As many stories and legends about love potions, all with bad endings, and you doubt the potential for trouble?"
"As of yet nothing seems to be happening to any of them. But to be sure I think I'll ask the Archmage about it later, when she arises. Rhyir. Who drank it?" Amelios still had the light and easy smile on his face, not really worried. "They are for the majority still sleeping. For the moment we need not worry."
"Well, Van and Ashathel were the ones who.. procured it from my pack." Ryhir states.
Cedric pauses for a moment, a strangely amused expression on his face, "The danger in question is sleeping with who?" Silent for a moment, the Paladin then shakes his head as if to clear it and looks around the room, "What of our new allies? Where are Gates, Slade, and Dawn? What of the birdman that joined us towards the end of the battle? I did not recognize him." He frowns, "...and what of the two we freed earlier? Luke and Randolf?"
"As for worries over it, Yeesha calmed down after a bit, glad to have found it out before any trouble came of it" Ryhir adds.
"I have not seen the members of the shining force since we arrived. And Kanmeshi...the cleric of Volcanon, he was around last night." Amelios looked mildly perturbed for some reason, but only for a moment.
"Heh, I gambled with him for a time, over Ash and Kyoji's duel." Ryhir chuckles.
Cedric looks mildly surprised, "A follower of Volcanon gambling?"
Having finished inspecting his sword, the birdman begins to inspect his javelins, "A soldier priest. He fought too well for one of the other sects."
Cedric nods, "Sounds like a useful ally if he remains with us..."
Ryhir nods in agreement with Brand's assessment.
"Though I have not spoken with him, and could be giving him a deadly insult if I'm mistaken." Brand chuckles. "Still, I'd rather have a soldier priest in any war. They had our respect in the north."
"What of Yeesha?" Brand asks, looking up from his spear to glance at Cedric, "The last battle shook her. I'm afraid I had to shake her more to get her moving again, and I may have done more harm than good."
Cedric frowns slightly, "I do not... I am afraid that I have been in meditation for the last day. It was necessary for me to...obtain further power to combat our foes. I will speak with her today."
A wistful grin painted the Kyantol's lips. And that familiar faraway look came into his eyes. A soldier priest? Heh. More healing might is always good...trained soldier priest? Hmm...Is that what people are expecting me to become?
Brand nods, then turns back to his spear. Finding a bad nick inthe tip of his third javelin, he begins to run the whetstone along the edge, honing the tip back into a point.
"I think Yeesha will be fine. It was just a bit much for her at the time. I've been keeping an eye on her thought and trying to keep her company." Ryhir says with a smile.
Brand doesn't look up from his spear, but he chuckles. "And you're sure you didn't try any of the wine yourself?"
Cedric glances at Ryhir curiously.
"And that fool of a Monk did far more harm that you did, Brand, though your words were also inappropriate for the situation." says to Brand, letting his face darken for a moment.
Brand shakes his head. "War is hell, friend. It will overwhelmall of us, but there's a time for coddling, and an enemy's base withreinforcements enroute is no place for that."
Cedric glances at Ryhir curiously, attempting to discern his motivation.
"Yes, I was obnoxious, and tried to press every button I could. It got her pissed off, too, which is exactly what I wanted. Angry means you want to live. Even if it's just to get revenge on me." Brand continues.
And yet...Violence is abhorent to me. I simply do what I must to keep my friends alive...and time and time again failure rises to meet me. Soldier? I can...never be a soldier. Amelios leans back in his chair, shutting his eyes.
Ryhir shakes his head. "Anger doesn't mean you want to live. It just means you are angry."
The birdman smiles. "Name one time when you are so angry that you want to die? Anger means you want to stop the source of your anger, and that means living long enough to stop it."
So why? Why do I persist in that...foolish pastime? It conflicts so with my spirit...I seek the art of killing as much as I can with ruthlessness...through tactical warfare. I hate to kill...and yet I study the art? Why? How... Amelios continues to think.
"It also makes one careless, friend." Cedric sighs, "I am to blame for what occured. If I had remain cautious in battle and not be rendered unconscious I could have remained in command... Leadership is my duty.
Faralon casually walks in, wiping his eyes - not from sadness, merely from tiredness, "What's going on here?"
"It's not a matter of blame, Cedric. Yeesha was under a lot of emotional strain, you could have done nothing to prevent it. And I can think of no emotion that I got so much that I would wish to die, except perhaps Despair."
Amelios seems lost in his own internal conflict to pay much attention to what was happening. Killing...I seek to save...through killing? That is hypocrisy at it's finest for one such as me! I've fallen twice...I cannot do this.
"But I assure you, it was not anger that kept Yeesha from despair. She's stronger than that." Ryhir stop briefly in his talk to respond to Faralon. "More or less."
Cedric shakes his head with a wry smile, "It is the duty of the commander to care for his charges. With a semblance of order and another to turn to, I doubt Yeesha would have received such criticism."
Ryhir then turns to Amelios, who had fallen strangely quiet. "What thoughts, friend. Where did your smile flee to?"
I obviously cannot use the art of tactics effectively with my misgivings...Now i-hm? Amelios opens his eyes and the frequent wall returns. He grins at Ryhir and nods to Faralon. "To my wife's side as it usually does."
Faralon asks, "Cedric, are you really trying to take all the blame for what happened there?"
"No." Cedric states, "I am however taking the blame for my recklessness."
Brand's face is still to the spear, so no one can see him smile. 'Of course he is. Just like a good commander would do. Water always runs uphill.'
"He's such a martyr, isn't he? In any case, Cedric, those who spoke to Yeesha ~thought~ they were helping." Ryhir states.
Cedric looks at Ryhir flatly, "I am well aware of that. However, good intentions can have horrible results."
Brand ignores Ryhir's jibe, continuing to focus on his work.
Faralon states, "Nothing could have prepared us for what happened there. But we have to move on and continue the fight. You know it's true."
Amelios shakes his head ruefully. "Indeed. The past is iron. Beating yourself up over it now is somewhat foolish Cedric. You can merely Reflect and learn from it. Life is a continous lesson."
Cedric chuckles, "I am not a youth, friend. I learn from mistakes without letting them consume me." He pauses, "However, if you would blame someone you should blame your leader not one another."
Ryhir response, "Indeed they can. But you can't stop them from attempting good."
Cedric shakes his head, "Nor should you. However, I for one also appreciate a friendly voice pointing out when I harm another without intending to."
Ryhir shrugs, thinking to the night before.
Amelios laughed a little too long at what Cedric said. "I'm sorry. But you see...Regardless of age. You will learn new things and gain new insight into what you do and who you are."
Faralon speaks importantly, "Age is not wisdom - nor is it a teacher. Experience is." He then nods.
The Paladin looks at Amelios quizzically, "I know that...which is why I would not consider myself a youth."
Ryhir leans back from his breakfast, looking up for a moment. "Hey Cedric, how bad is it considered to hit a Holy Man?"
"Does he deserve it?" The Paladin asks.
Ryhir grins. "Maybe?"
"Being holy or blessed does not excuse one from living." Cedric answers, "If Mitula followed the Strife Lords I would strive with all my power to counter her despite her holiness."
Ryhir replies, "Fair enough."
"Is this going to end with you punching me?" Cedric asks with a grin.
"I don't know what I did Ryhir but please. Have an arm wrestle instead." Amelios laughed at his own joke a little, yet his mind still brooded over his problem.
"That all depends, Cedric. How well can you take a punch? I hate to ruin morale over a glass jaw." Ryhir says with a laugh and a wink.
Right about now, Damas enters the room though he looks to be somewhat gloomy. Wether rumors had circliated about the ghost incident, he did not know but he sure hoped not. *Maybe I should try to eat...*
Faralon speaks, "Umm, let's not break into a fight here...What do you think of the group tactics? Did you feel they were working better, or is it still too early to determine...?"
He moves towards the table but stops short. "Good morning," he says in a somewhat soft tone. "Did I...miss something?"
"Hey, don't break up my fight here. Thats the epitomy of Rudeness! Thats it, your next!" Ryhir says to Faralon, mock sterness in his voice.
'Faralon, the peace maker?' Brand thinks to himself in surprise.
Ryhir looks up to Damas. "No, just general chit chat. Come bet on the fight between me and Cedric later, I hear he's got a glas jaw." Ryhir say the last in an exaggerated whisper.
"I have never been a fan of fights, Ryhir. I much prefer magical duels but if you want me to watch, I shall humor you." Damas grins and takes a seat in a chair.
Laika enters the room just as the word "Bet" escapes Ryhir's mouth.
Cedric chuckles, "Judging from the last battle, quite possibly... Faralon, fear not my friend. I doubt Ryhir seriously intends to fight with me...he seems the type to want a challenge." Grinning, the Paladin rubs his chin, "I think it is still too soon to evaluate it. Have the squad leaders discussed the battles with their squads?"
"Speaking of bets... I beleive someone owes me some money." Laika states.
Amelios nodded to Damas, and since now seemed a good time, departed to the inner world of his mind, Faralon having reminded him of his dilemma. The book...I'd best just give my findings to Cedric and leave it be.
Faralon shrugs, "Not yet, to my knowledge. I haven't, anyway. I have a hard time getting Isyndel to get her nose out of her book."
Cedric nods, "Joint experience and discussion is one of the most important points of working in squads. I would recommend meeting before our next battle to discuss strategy."
Kanmeshi walks in with Laika, "Indeed. Hmm, breakfast time. With that gold, we can get a mighty fine meal."
Ryhir throws a frown at the Holy Birdman. "I would have won, if not for your early interference."
Faralon nods, "I know a few new spells which may come in handy. I'll be sure to put them to good use, particularly before battles, if possible."
"I was unaware that my spell had any effect. The spell was cancled before the fight began in earnest anyway." Kanmeshi states.
Faralon looks over at Damas, avoiding the obvious question, "How is your magic faring, Damas?"
"Indeed, but like magic, I guess, Kyoji can only do so much a day with his disappearing trick" Ryhir replies.
Laika starts filling his plate with assorted meats and some of Zook's scones that he's heard so much about.
After all...the pain in my heart from planning how best to slaughter the enemy...I do not have the steel. Amelios sighed lightly, the surrounding conversations easily hiding it. Ah Sulia...what am I doing?
Damas looks to Faralon and tilts his head. "My magic is fine, of course. Why do you ask?"
Faralon replies, "Well, I was curious on whether you've learned any new spells? I need to know these things to better plan out strategies."
Ryhir sits back again, listening to the talk turn to strategy, and only being faintly interested.
"Actually, I have learned some new spells." Damas grins. "By the way, thanks for the help yesterday."
Faralon replies distantly, "...Heh. Don't mention it."
Kyoji's off in a corner, eating some rice.
Amelios smiles, and stands, bowing to the group. "If you all will excuse me, I think I'll walk upon the battlements. I enjoy the breeze, and the view pleases my eye." Amelios happily leaves the room, making his way to the roof.
The conversation dies down as the group begins to eat.

Posted by: Rusty Thu Jan 12, 2006 12:02 am
*Faralon and Van search for half an hour, but cannot locate Rachel.* : "This isn't working. Let's ask any of the guards if they know where she might be." Van sighs. "I guess we can do that," Van says, clearly reluctant. *Faralon approaches the nearest guard.*
: "Sorry to bother you, but do you know where Rachel is? It's important."
"Rachel who?" the guard asks.
*Faralon turns his head back to Van.* Faralon: "What was her last name again?"
Van: "....Orlus."
"There's no guard here by that name," the guard says, puzzled.
*Faralon looks confused. Is Van making people up? No...it's more likely it's a trick of Shailtor's.*
: "Interesting. Thank you, sir."
"I'm a woman!" the guard shouts, indignant.
Just then, Rachel walks up. "Hey Susan."
Susan: "Hello, Rachel."
Rachel continues walking.
: "Rachel?"
"Yes?" Rachel asks, turning.
: "Ah, so you do exist. That's good. I was hoping Van wasn't hallucinating. When you're on break next, we'd like to have a word with you, if that's okay. It's important."
"What's this about?" Rachel asks.
*Faralon lowers his voice.*
: "What Van told you."
"What? Don't tell me you were lying after all," Rachel says with a look at Van.
*Faralon shakes his head.*
: "No, he wasn't. But you haven't spread the word about it, have you?"
"Excuse me, I wasn't told this was top-secret information," Rachel says, rolling her eyes. "I told a friend or two, but I didn't go blabbing it to everyone."
: "..."
*Faralon turns his head, giving Van a glare, before turning back to Rachel.*
: "This is what I was afraid of...We can't have the town in a panic!"
Van winces but doesn't say anything.
"This is a fort. Not a town," Rachel says, giving Faralon an odd look. "You think soldiers panic at the slightest whiff of war news? Now if you'll excuse me..."
: "Words spreads very fast, Rachel..."
Rachel rolls her eyes and continues on her way.
: "Maybe you didn't tell it to the town, but that does not mean it won't get there. If your friends are unable to keep the information to themselves..."
Rachel hears Faralon, but keeps moving on.
*Faralon follows.*
: "I'm not finished!"
"I think you are," Rachel says, moving along.
*Faralon continues.*
: "I'm fairly certain I am not! I don't think you understand the situation clearly enough."
"No, I don't think you understand it clearly enough. If you want me to keep quiet about it fair enough. But if you think you can strongarm me into something like that with dire warnings and the like, then think again. Now get out of my way.
*Faralon stops, walking back to Van.*
: "You sure have peculiar tastes. If word goes beyond this fort..."
"You think I don't know what I have done?" Van growls.
: "Apparently, neither does Rachel - or maybe she merely does not care."
Growling to himself about the stupidity of the whole situation, Van stalks off away from Faralon and towards his room.
*Faralon sighs. What does he see in her? She's a petty guard with an attitude. That's all she is. Faralon sighs, heading towards Yeesha's room.*
*Upon reaching Yeesha's room, Faralon knocks on her door.*
: "Yes?"
: "Ah, it's Faralon. Can I speak with you about something? We might have a small problem on our hands..."
: "Sure. Come in."
*Faralon enters, trying not to look about too much. Nice place...*
: "Thank you. One of the group members - I won't name names - was talking with one of the fort guards about something he shouldn't have been - something relative to our mission. Does the name 'Rachel Orlus' ring a bell?"
: "Not really."
*Faralon nods.*
: "I figured. She's just one of many guards. In any case...she apparently now knows of the recent happenings of our adventure." *I shouldn't mention what specifically, I guess...* "And she apparently has a rather loose mouth."
: "Hmmm... That might actually work to our advantage... Once we figure out our next move, we can leak a false move to her."
: "Are you sure? Well, I suppose rumors could throw the enemy off. Still, it disturbs me how little she cares about the situation, even knowing how grave things are...Hmm."
: "What are you implying?"
: "Either she hasn't thought much about the situation, or...I don't know. She seemed very secretive. She would not give me her identity at first when I approached her while on duty. I just think we should find out more about her before we take any actions."
: "Then do so."
*Faralon nods.*
: "I just thought I should inform you of the situation. All right. Fare well."
: "Farewell."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Jan 12, 2006 12:27 am
((This is the rest of the conversation that takes place the morning after the ghost incident)) *Faralon opens the door, holding a rod in one hand.* Faralon: "Ah, hello, Kethra. Nice to see you again. You have a question?" "Actually...I do," Kethra says in a somewhat hushed tone. Her eye is caught by the rod for a moment and she tilts her head. "What is that thing?"
*Faralon looks down at the rod.*
Faralon: "Oh, this? This is for Damas. It's a Rod of Lesser Maximization. It will help make his spells more potent."
"Well I am sure he would appreciate that - if not for his current state of mind..." Kethra murmurs. "I came to ask you if you noticed anything unusual about Damas last night."
*Faralon looks confused.*
Faralon: "What? He seemed fine to me - other than the fact that he's been getting more talkative than usual. But he seemed fine. Is something wrong?"
"Why don't I tell you on the way?" Kethra turns around and starts walking towards Damas' room.
*Faralon blinks, following Kethra.*
Faralon: "What? It's serious, then??"
"Well, I was pacing the halls last night when I heard crying from one of the rooms. Curious as I am, I went inside and found him curled up in a supply closet. I tried to get him to talk to me, but when I pressed the issue he got angry and pushed me away." Kethra bites her lip slightly. "It was like he thought I was someone else..."
*Faralon's eyebrows lift up.*
Faralon: "...Did he say anything?"
"I wanted to get help, but in his state I thought that leaving him alone might be...unwise. I sadly had to pin him down to get him to stop flailing. He sure puts up a damned good fight for a mage, though." Kethra sighs and places her hand on her forehead. "He broke down and started crying and not knowing what else to do - I tried to console him. He finally talked, after a little while. He said that Valkana visited him again last night. He followed her into a room - and he saw his old home in flames and his friends dead. To make it worse...he saw blood all over his clothing and a bloody dagger in his hand. After that...he found himself in the supply closest...and she spoke a few last words before leaving."
Faralon: "That's terrible...He should consult with one of the clerics immediately. They would know how to help."
"Well...I am sure he would...if he was not in his own little world." Kethra sighs and stops in front of his door. "I would rather hate to have to resort to pissing him off in order to snap him out of it."
Faralon: "The sooner we get this fixed, the better. Damas will be thankful for it in the end, even if he is bitter now. Ghosts...they can be a serious problem - and clerics specialize in the undead. If it's as bad as you say, he really does need their help."
"It is strange that Valkana could be such a malevolent spirit..." Kethra sighs and turns the door handle. "Then again, if memory serves me, she did try to kill him.” She opens the door and slowly walks in. "Damas?"
Damas remains seated in bed, his head down and his features quite haggard. It is safe to say that the sorcerer is not in very good shape. He does not seem to acknowledge their presence.
*Faralon looks at Kethra.*
Faralon: "Let's get a bit closer."
Kethra nods and moves closer to the bed. "Damas, you have visitors. This is no time to space out."
Li pops out from behind one of the pillows and begins squeaking at them.
"How I wish I could understand what his familiar is saying. That would help a lot."
Faralon: "I do not understand it, either. Hmm...Do you think it would be better if I got one of the clerics and returned here? One of us should stay and watch over him - just in case."
"Perhaps one of the mages has a spell that can help us understand Li. I am sure she could tell us some times, as she always seems to be by Damas' side."
Faralon: "Maybe. We'll get who we can, and have them at Damas and try to speak with his familiar, if necessary."
"So which one of us will go?" Kethra asks.
Faralon: "Would you rather stay and look after Damas or go? You are faster, and I could cast Haste on you."
"Well I move fast enough as it is. Haste really is not necessary."
Faralon: "Well, if you don't think speed is an issue..."
"I don't think he is going to decide to do something stupid in the whole five minutes - maybe ten it will take to find someone."
Faralon: "I guess as long as one of us stays, it doesn't matter. Fine, then. I'll go."
*Faralon nods, starting to walk towards the door.*
Faralon: "He trusts you more, anyway. Heh."
Kethra sits down on the edge of the bed and chuckles. "I suppose that's true. Hopefully someone can help him..."
*Faralon nods, exiting the room.*
*He re-enters.*
"Ah, sorry. I almost forgot to drop this off."
*Faralon sets the Rod of Lesser Maximization down before leaving the room once again.*
*Faralon heads to Amelios' door, knocking on it repeatedly.*
Amelios comes to the door, looking somewhat annoyed, as he had been working on his tactical book. He opened it and was surprised to see Faralon. "Yes? What is the matter?"
Faralon: "It's Damas...Come - quickly."
*Faralon motions for Amelios to follow him as he exits.*
Amelios follows after the Bard, not quite sure what is going on. "What is the matter with him?"
Faralon: "A ghost..."
Amelios frowns deeply as he speeds up, recalling the previous time. "Again!?"
Faralon: "What do you know of them? How do we get stop this from happening time and time again?"
Amelios sighs. "Turning has no effect no them whatsoever. Ghosts often remain behind attached to people or things...as they have unfinished business. Something they need to be said, sometimes to warn someone...it's largely random."
Faralon: "So it's a matter of determining what is keeping the spirit from rest, then."
"Exactly. I'm sure I could make it go away for a while if I attempted to turn it when it appeared but... The only way to get rid of a ghost for sure is to determine the reason for its existence and set right whatever prevents it from resting in peace." Amelios sighed and hurried on with Faralon. "I believe only Damas knows..."
*Faralon opens the door, stepping inside quickly.* Faralon: "Here's Amelios."
Damas is seated in the bed staring at the blankets, his eyes black and his gaze distant. His skin is a little paler than normal, and the marks under his eyes make him look even worse.
Kethra looks up at the two - her expression a bit grim. "Damas still has not moved or spoken since you left."
Faralon: "Hmm...This is not good. Can you take a look at him, Amelios?"
Amelios freezes. "What? That...hmm." The Kyantol hurries over to the corpse like figures and examines him.
Damas' condition appears to be from lack of actual rest - most likely brought on my trauma and stress.
"Hmm. Little rest allied with the trauma from being in continuous contact with the spirit seems to have fatigued him."
"I found him alone in a supply closest last night - apparently after to visit... He did say a few things...but...then I found him like this when I came to check on him this morning."
Faralon: "Odd. I would have thought he was in shock or something, with the way he's acting."
The cleric continued his examination, turning to Kethra curiously. "What did he say?"
"He said he saw Valkana's ghost last night - and followed her again. A foolish thing to do after the first incident, but that is not the point." Kethra sighs. "When he entered the room...he said that he saw his old home up in flames, and all of his friends dead around him. He then said he found himself covered in blood with a bloody dagger in his hand. Then he found himself in a supply closest, which is where I found him later. She said something like 'you can't escape' before she left. How could a ghost command such powers of illusion? And why is she doing this to him?"
Amelios sighs heavily and shakes his head. "They don't. That's the thing. But first..." The cleric puts a hand on Damas, casting restoration. "The sight of the ghost is very traumatic. He'll not feel so weak."
Damas stirs slightly and lifts his head - looking around the room with slightly wide eyes.
"Damas, do you know where you are?" Kethra asks, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"I...I think so," Damas replies shakily. "T-this is my room...is it not?"
"At least he knows where he is," Kethra says - relieved.
"Damas. Do you have anything whatsoever Belonging to Valkana?" Amelios looks seriously at the Sorceror.
Damas sighs and shakes his head. "Material possessions? No..."
Amelios frowns..."Nothing at all then? Hmm. Can you think of any reason why Valkana would remain behind to haunt you?"
Faralon: "Should I leave? I think if we gang up on him here, he'd be less inclined to answer. It's sometimes easier for people to answer when there are less people around."
Amelios shrugs. "Entirely up to you. But I've been telling him to open up from day 1..."
Faralon: "It's up to Damas, I guess."
"No...it's all right." Damas pulls the covers a bit close to his body and sighs. "There could be many reasons...I suppose."
Amelios freezes suddenly. "Damas. Did Valkana own any magical objects? Or was she able to cast any spells at all?"
"Valkana always did have a love of trinkets...but no, she did not know magic."
Faralon: "Are we certain this is a real ghost and not a mental ghost sent from Shailtor?"
"This has happened before. Before the Lords took an interest." Amelios begins pacing the room. "Did she have any magical ones?"
"I cannot say for sure - but it is very possible," Damas replies.
Faralon: "Hmm...Is it possible she lead a sort of secret life?"
"I'm just thinking of the illusion. When Shailtor entered your mind...He didn't mention her at all did he?" Amelios began to think deeper. A non spell casting ghost cannot do an illusion like that without help.
"...He did," Damas replies sadly. "He offered to bring her back from the dead if I would serve him." He sighs. "Valkana did try to kill me...but...how did she end up dead?"
"...He did mention her. Faralon. You could be correct. And as to her death I have no ideas. I think this might be something of his work. But I'll need to research it. Be that as it may, it is not likely to get this sorted...quickly."
Kethra's eyes widen as something dawns on her.
"Kethra...is something wrong?" Damas asks.
"Whether Faralon is right or not, Valkana could pose a problem... If she is a vengeful spirit...there is a chance that..." Kethra cuts herself off and turns to Damas. "Damas...have you gotten especially close to anyone?"
"Well...yes. Why?" Damas seems a bit confused.
"Amelios...is it possible that she may target those that are getting close to Damas?"
"Possible. But it doesn't make sense. If that is her purpose then she'll rest in peace after hurting that particular person. Hmm. What's her personality like? Was she jealous or vengeful?"
"Valkana did have a little bit of a temper...and she never liked it when Amon butted in on her personal life." Damas chuckles a little. "As far as I know...she was never really violent... That is why I cannot understand why she would try to kill me. She did get a bit jealous once when a new student was flirting with me...and played a little trick. It was nothing violent though."
Faralon: "What brought her to attempt to kill you?"
"I do not know." Damas looks out the window for a moment - then back to them.
"I have noticed a pattern," Kethra says suddenly.
"This will not end tonight...I think I should get the help of Aurik and Kanmeshi perhaps...What is most worrying is that a ghost shouldn't be able to create illusions. And you are sure she can't cast spells? And what is that Kethra?"
"As far as I know...she could not cast spells."
"Both times that the ghost has appeared...it has been right after he has spent time with Isyndel..." Kethra sighs.
"Really? ...Hmm. Indeed? I think that we should ask for the aid of Lady Yeesha and the Other Priests in this. More opinions could perhaps bring things to light. For now...this is all I can do." Amelios kneels and touches the floor whispering holy words, and the room seems stronger in feeling of Holiness. Consecrate cast. He sighs sadly. "I am afraid that in my opinion...she cannot let you go. And so she will continue to follow you until you sort this out. In the worst case this is merely Shailtor trying to disturb your mind."
Faralon: "If next you speak with Isyndel, we will test this. Have someone stay near you the whole night. Maybe the ghost will leave you alone, then - or maybe you'll have another witness as to what is happening."
"I really hate to involve all of you in this..." Damas says solemnly.
"Well is that not what friends and family do?" Kethra asks with a smile. "Stick up for each other and support each other?"
"I'm afraid you'll need to involve a few more before this is over." Amelios sighs heavily, quite fatigued. "I am sorry, but I must...sleep.
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "If it's okay, I would like to get a few more hours of rest, as well. Don't worry about it, Damas. We all have to deal with it - and we all will. We'll get rid of this ghost in time."
"I've made your room somewhat more save and I doubt she'll visit twice so soon. And tomorrow I shall return with a little help, and better prepared spells for this sort of dealing. Forgive me."
"I wish to meditate some more. Take care of yourself Damas."
"I will try. Rest well - all of you."
((@_@))

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Thu Jan 12, 2006 1:38 am
((The night before)) Jokulligr does not bother to move from his spot upon the ground until he can no longer hear Ryhir's departing footsteps. At that point, he sits up, a tight frown on his face as he lightly grips his jaw and, with a barely audible pop, adjusts it to lessen the throbbing pain left by the blow. As he does this, the words of the elder he had reminisced of with Amelios earlier sound in his mind, words obviously formed over the elder's favored pastime during one of their matches. "Be cautious in how you approach the queen, young one. Advance too slowly, and you may never recieve the chance to approach at all. Advance too swiftly, and you'll incur the wrath of her faithful knight."
Well, I believe it's rather apparent I've discovered the truth in the latter...did the Lady know of her "knight's" intentions? No...it didn't sound as such. The decision seemed quite his own.
As he rises to his feet and walks off in an opposite direction, he shakes his head with minor exasperation. So even when one is relativly safe from one's apparent enemies, one isn't safe from adversity. Well, as said those nights ago, the Light grants it's children the strength to deal with adversity, and I am no exception. All that must be figured out is how to properly utilize it...
((Present morning...))
Jokulligr was not present during the breakfast period, nor did he roam the halls during the period of time afterward. Instead, he resides in silent solitude on the roof of the fortress structure, appearing to be in thought as he gazes at a self-created segmented box etched into the stone floor before him, many of the segments occupied with rounded rocks of varying size.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Jan 12, 2006 2:07 am
((I thought I would get this out of the way... Damas donates 813 gold to the party fund, leaving him with 3500 gold that he is saving for something. Kethra uses her 9134 gold, along with the 1726 gold that Damas and Joku combined donated to the party fund [913 from Joku - 813 from Damas], and 840 gold from Faralon directly to purchase a Monk's Belt. This leaves her with 3 silver to her name, and owing money the next time she gets some. ^_^;;))

Posted by: FreedomJu Thu Jan 12, 2006 2:38 am
(First time Van buys something.... Taking 200 gold out of the party fund and selling his old Chain mail +1, Van buys a Chain shirt +3 and a Ring of Protection +1 His AC is now 21)

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Jan 12, 2006 5:14 am
His hand on the doorknob, Van leaned on the door to his room and took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. The only thing really on his mind right now was getting some sleep and hopefully putting the whole mess with Rachel out of his mind. Cedric is walking down the hall after breakfast when comes across Van standing there. A slight frown crosses the Paladin's face and he speaks concerned but friendly manner, "Van, how have you been faring these last few battles? I have had little chance to speak with you, friend."
Van nearly jumped out of his boots when the Paladin spoke and the village warrior gave the holy smiter a glare. "Damnit Cedric, don't sneak up on people like that!" His expression fades into a neutral expression as he addresses Cedric's question. "As well that can be expected I think. I'm just glad that I haven't needed to be ressurected like Amelios and the others."
Cedric is taken back for a moment, staring at Van in surprise. Even in this new full plate I make as much news as Zook hammering away on his invention... He then nods seriously, "I can understand the sentiment... How close are you to obtaining the money you need for your village?" The Paladin looks down the hall, "Your skills have improved greatly... I would hardly be surprised if you could defeat me now. It will be a shame if you decide to leave us."
"The dragon monk, Jokulligr, is paying for the rest of the village...." Van trails off as he organizes his thoughts. "Though I have decided not to leave. This is too serious to just ignore and I would like to think my fellow villagers would prefer if I stayed out here doing what I can rather than going home."
Cedric nods, "I was hoping you would see things in that light." The Kensai looks at Van, "This is a greater struggle than any of us expected... I know you can handle yourself on the battlefield but how are you now? I was unconscious for encounter with..." Hate flickers across Cedric's face for a moment, "...the fiend...and the Vandals, did something happen then? You seem more troubled than when last I saw you."
Van shook his head slowly. "The Vandals likely don't bother me as much as the rest as I didn't hear much about them until after I left my village and Shailtor didn't have much of a chance to do anything to us before Galm appeared." The fighter sighs. "While seeing Shailtor again was not a fun thing by any means, there is another thing on my mind right now. Let's just say I met a pretty lady and made a fool out of myself and leave it at that."
Cedric smiles sympathetically, "I understand... If I can do anything to help let me know." The Paladin turns to walk away then pauses, "Perhaps physical activity might take your mind off things... Would you care for a sparring match?"
Van seems to be on the verge of grinning, but does not actually do so. "Thanks, but I think I pretty much butchered any chances I had. A sparring match be good exercise I think."
Cedric nods, "Excellent..." The Paladin starts down the hall, "Tell about your village, friend."
Sensing that the holy warrior meant no harm and was just being a caring person, Van saw no problem in talking as he fallows Cedric. "Not much to tell really, it is a small village in the middle of nowhere. We get a couple of traveling merchants each year, but other than that we are cut off from the outside. If you are wondering how I learned to fight, my old weapon was a family heirloom and I more or less had to teach myself how to use it."
Cedric nods, "Is it a farming village then? My parents were merchants in a town by the sea while many clerics come from farming villages and the city. I often wondered what different my life would have been if I had grown up elsewhere..."
"We do a little bit of everything I suppose... I didn't pay much attention to how other villages did things compared to ours." Van shrugs slightly. "I was too wrapped up getting gold at the time to really care, you know?"
Cedric is silent for a moment, "I understand... Striving to defend what we love we sometimes have to overlook the things we love." Entering the courtyard, the Paladin looks around, "Does this work?"
Van nods as he starts to tug at the straps holding the guisarme to his back. "Works for me." With a few seconds more of work he has his weapon in his hands and is ready to go. "Whenever you are ready Cedric."
Cedric stands across from Van and raises his hammer defensively, "Good fortune."
Since Cedric was already inside the optimal range for Van's weapon, he wasted no time in trying to trip the Kensai. His blow knocks the Paladin's feet from beneath him and sends him falling backwards into the sand.
Just like with the sparring match with Gabe, Van succeeds on tripping Cedric right off the bat, but unlike yesterday he only managed to hit with one of his two attacks.
Cedric grunts and struggles back to his feet, opening himself up to attack once more.
Van makes use of this oppurtunity to land another blow on the Kensai using the flat of his blade.
Cedric readies his hammer once more now that he is on his feet once more and his eyes narrow. Energy courses around him and power seems to fill his frame, "You have become quite skilled."
Van grins at the compliment, but doesn't say anything as the fight is still going on. Seeing no reason not too, Van quickly lashes out and not only trips Cedric again, he also manages to land with both blows this time around.
Cedric tightens his grip on his hammer and watches Van cautiously. He remains tense but does nothing.
Van was confused as to why Cedric didn't do anything, and suspecting a trap he attacks cautiously.
As Van lashes out cautiously, Cedric counter attacks striking at the guisarme leaving himself open to attack once more.
Van does not waste the opportunity, striking a mighty blow.
Cedric winces as his attempt to counterattack results in injury. He lowers his hammer, "Enough friend, the match is clearly yours..."
Van nods as he lowers his weapon. "Good try there Cedric, but unfortunately for you I have gotten to be pretty good at tripping people, as Gabe found out yesterday." The fighter failed to mention though that he had been tripped in return however. "Perhaps later we can try again without me tripping you," he says as he helps Cedric to his feet.
Cedric gets to his feet with a wry grin, "Nonsense... I wouldn't want you to hold back on me. I'll learn a counter to your maneuver yet."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Jan 12, 2006 7:58 am
After breakfast, Damas leaves the room and walks through the halls for a little while. Though his path seems quite random, he knows where he is headed. *I need some air...* The young elf walks out into the courtyard and stretches while taking a large breath of air. From the corner of his eye, he spots the last few moments of Cedric and Van's sparring match. *Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any...* His mind set, Damas makes his way towards the two, attempting to remain as cheerful as possible. "Good morning. A lovely day, isn't it? I hope I am not interrupting or anything..."
-----
Kethra comes in a little bit later than the rest, but has only rice and some tea for breakfast. After she is finished, the young half elf leaves and goes up to the roof for a little peace and quiet. "It is nice up here," she says while taking a deep breath. Her gaze turns to Jokulligr for a moment and a soft gasp escapes her lips. "Oh, I did not think anyone else was here... Maybe I should go..." With that she backs off towards where she had come from.

Posted by: Aldur Thu Jan 12, 2006 9:26 am
((Amelios buys A Cloak of Charisma +2. And saves the rest of his money.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Jan 12, 2006 10:49 pm
((Finished with Kethra's character sheet at last. She took Elusive Dance as her feat. http://www.geocities.com/tenshinekootome/rpgstuff/Kethra.txt I also forgot to mention that she also sold her Masterwork Sling for 150 gold that she threw in towards her purchase. So she only took 1576 gold from the fund instead of the previous amount.
She functions better as a melee fighter and I did not see the need for her having it))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Jan 13, 2006 12:04 am
Cedric rubs his head ruefully, a grin still on his face, "No... That match was definitely over." The Paladin looks at Damas, "It is a lovely day indeed..." "Too bad some of us are wasting it in the infirmary." Damas chuckles lightly and rubs his forehead - a fading bruise still visable on the sorcerer's left hand. "Try being more careful next time, all right? I would hate to see any one else wind up in an infirmary bed."
Cedric chuckles, "I was being careful, I yielded before he laid me out." A curious expression crosses the paladin's face, "Were you sparring as well? That surprises me, I was under the impression magic is far more difficult to wield harmlessly than weapons."
"You mean this?" Damas asks, motioning to his bruise. "Oh no, of course not! I just got a bit mad at myself and decided to use the stone wall in the bathhouse as a punching bag." The sorcerer blushes a little.
The Kensai nods, "I can understand the sentiment. It is difficult to find a vent for one's frustration at times..." Cedric pauses, "I wonder if you might be able to aid me. With the help of Faralon I have been studying our enemies but even his vast knowledge cannot tell me all I would know." He frowns, "Have you much studied the planes?"
"No, I have not." Damas lowers his head solemnly for a moment. "I wish I could be of use." He pauses for a moment. "There is another reason I sought you out. I just wanted to apoligize for asking all those stupid questions when you needed to rest."
A look of surprised crosses Cedric's face, then he shakes his head, "There's no need to apoligize. I was bitterly under the influence from our encounter..." Hate flashes in the Paladin's eyes, "...with the fiend...hence my sudden departure." He crosses his arms, "Otherwise it would not have been a problem and I did not find your questions stupid in the lightest."
"Thank you. That makes me feel a little bit better but...It is just that these ghostly visits are not helping me feel safe." Damas sighs heavily.
Cedric frowns, "I take that you have not resolved the matter then..."
"Valkana came again two nights ago." There is a flash of what looks to be a deep sadness in Damas' eyes, but he tries to hide it. "I do not know what keeps her here. It could be anything, I suppose...but she will not speak with me. She seems intent only on keeping me isolated, it would seem..."
The troubled look on Cedric's face remains, "Isolated?"
"She showed me something rather...disturbing. I know it was an illusion, but it seemed so real, and the fact that a thief could even do such a thing frightens me even more." Damas replies.
Cedric rubs his beard thoughtfully, "I do not know how to aid you, friend... Determining why she is here is the only method I know of that will put her at rest permanently." He sighs, "For the short time you could ask Amelios to aid you with a Hide from Undead spell but the duration is limited... There is another possibility however, that this is not a ghost but rather a trick of our enemies."
"Faralon thought that it may be a trick too. However, what worries me is that this happened before Shailtor even confronted us. Perhaps she is being manipulated, and that would make me worry even more than I already do. Controlling one that no longer has a body must be a difficult task..." Damas replies.
"Not for the beings we face." Cedric replies, "Another hole in assuming that it is a ploy of the enemy is...please take no offense at this...that they would go through so much trouble for you alone."
"None taken Cedric," Damas replies in a somewhat sad tone. "My worst fear is that she may start targeting...others soon."
Cedric nods, "You have approached Amelios on this matter? His knowledge of the undead greatly exceeds my own."
"He believes that she may simply be unable to let me go." Damas sighs. "I do not wish for her to be in any pain, but...she is dead while I still remain alive. Is it selfish for me to remain here while she suffers?"
"If she truly was your friend, then she would not wish for you to suffer as she is." The Paladin states firmly, "Undeath can twist even the most noble beings in mockeries of their former selves."
"It must be that...because Valkana was never like this when she was alive." Damas closes his eyes, but a few tears escape. "I hope I can get through to her. She deserves to rest..."
Cedric rests a hand on Damas' shoulder, "We'll find a way to make that happen... It may not be until after we've done away with these fiends but we'll find a way."
Damas opens his eyes and looks up, a slight smile finding it's way to his lips. "Thank you."
Cedric shrugs and changes the subject, "How is Kethra? You seem closer to her than anyone else in the expedition and I have not had a chance to look in on her..." He smiles, "...or have Kyoji look in on her for that matter."
"I hope you are not getting the wrong idea," Damas says with a frown. "Kethra is doing surprisingly well, all things considered. I mean, she did die... Faralon has been looking out for her, as well."
[Sense Motive: 8 + 14 = 22]
Cedric pauses for a moment, looking at Damas intently, then he nods, "That is good to hear. Between yourself, Kyoji, and Faralon she should be in good hands." He looks reflective for a moment, "I had hoped that her death would not harm her new found confidence, she was quite timid when she first joined us and for a long time I was certain she was terrified of me."
"If anything, I would think having someone interested in her is terrifying." Damas chuckles a little bit.
[Sense Motive: 20 + 14 = 34]
Cedric looks at Damas with a puzzled expression, "What do you mean? She may have seen nearly as many years as myself but..." A smile crosses the Paladin face, "Rei sa sal ere' da nessi no' i reena' a natulien da shanorte."
"So you speak my language..." Damas smiles and continues in elven, "A' mia nostale, rei sa sal' da hin, dara' I dura rei ilue san mali a atse'."
Cedric chuckles, "Rei caela tul palar dara' rei sal' antea nomin..." He pauses reflectively, almost speaking to himself, "As do we all..."
"We all need to be like a family and look out for each other," Damas says with a smile. "If you would not mind, I believe I wish to get a little time in for practicing my spells."

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Fri Jan 13, 2006 5:03 am
Jokulligr still remains before the self-fashioned square, legs folded beneath him as he ponders a move to make with the stones. When he hears a voice break the silence of the atmosphere, clearly female in sound, he still does not lose his focus, though he does smile in acknowledgement of the statement. When these words are followed up by a a gasp and a softer spoken exclamation, making apparent he'd been noticed, he chuckles and speaks up.
: "It is indeed quite lovely. My favorite place in this fortress by far." He looks up at the fellow monk at this point with a friendly smile. "And you need not leave on my account. There is plenty of space for the both of us and then some up here. And I certainly have no objection to company, though if you would prefer to be alone that is respectable too."

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Jan 13, 2006 5:07 am
"Excuse me, Sir Cedric, but I noticed Merkass had found a map from his search of the temple. Has he spoken to anyone about it?" Cedric turns away from the retreating form of Damas, a grin on his face, "Sir Cedric? That's new..." A serious expression then comes over his face, "No...nothing..."
"Hmmm. I'll speak to him on the matter, then."
Cedric crosses his arms, "He didn't speak with Lady Yeesha on the matter? How is she dealing with things?"
"The last I checked on the Lady, she seemed all right."
"The loss of so many friends cannot be easy... How many members of the Shining Force survived and are accounted for?" Cedric questions.
"So far, we have rescued Randolf, Luke, Gates, and Slade. And the lady Dawn met up with us, of course," Kyoji says. "Known dead are Dean and Natasha... The knight, Eric, the gladiator Jaha, and the Bird Battlers Claude and Shriek. Gates and Slade say they saw more fall, but in the time I had, I couldn't find the bodies."
Cedric shakes his head sadly, "What a horrid fate... If only we could have saved more..." The Paladin looks at Kyoji, "What is your opinion of the expedition? How are we holding up, any recommendations?"
"We seem to be gaining in power with every fight, be it through the seizing of Cult assets or the growth of our own abilities... Yeesha was correct, her selections were indeed based on the ability to learn fast."
Cedric nods, a frown still on his face, "Have you gone over the battle with your squad? I am considering holding a staff meeting to discuss tactics before we set off for our next destination."
"No, I have not."
Cedric looks into the distance for a moment, "Very well... Thank you for checking in with me, please do look into that map."
"I will."
Cedric bows his head respectfully and turns away.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Jan 13, 2006 5:42 am
((There is a scene forthcoming from myself and Bolt, but it has to wait until tomorrow or Saturday. Sorry! ;_;))

Posted by: FreedomJu Fri Jan 13, 2006 5:48 am
Taking a moment to rest after the sparring with Cedric, Van is sitting on the ground and enjoying the sky above. Ryhir walks up, and tosses Van a skin of water. "Nice day." Van catches the skin and raises it in thanks before taking a quick sip. "Hey Ryhir. The day is alright I guess, but it isn't raining so I'm not complaining."
"What is there to complain about? The sun is out, it's not too hot, not too cold."
Van gives Ryhir a small grin. "I bet Cedric might be thinking differently after our sparring match."
"Perhaps. If you like, I'll give you a reason to feel the same." Ryhir says with a sporting grin.
Smirking, Van stands back up and puts the skin of water somewhere safe. "Sure, why not? Not like our Paladin friend even laid a hand on me."
"Ohohoh. My, do you think I can make you break a sweat?"
Van shrugs. "Perhaps, perhaps not. We won't know until we start."
"I don't suppose you have those weapon sheaths Kyoji has?"
"Nope, we will just have to be careful and hit each other with the sides of our blade."
"Very well." Ryhir says, and starts limbering up.
Already loosened up from fighting Cedric, Van just smirks. "I'm ready whenever you are."
Ryhir finishes limbering up, and loosens his weapons. "Alright. Here I come Van!" Ryhir rushes forward, gracefully leaving no opening as he moves around Van, pelting him with attacks, then swiftly is away again.
Growling from Ryhir’s antics, Van steps forward and swing his guisarme and succeeds in tripping the dervish. Much to Van's irritation however, Ryhir manages to dodge one of the two follow up attacks despite being on the ground.
"Ow..." Ryhir grunts as he rolls closer, and swipes at Van from the ground, only to little effect as he barely catches him with one sword.
While blow stung, the village warrior could help but grin as he backed up and manages to hit with both attacks this time around. The damage done, he quickly backed off another few feet.
Ryhir grins at that. Finally, the space I need... he thinks as he rolls to his feet and backs far out of Van's reach.
Wondering why Ryhir was retreating, Van moves up closer, not suspecting a trap.
Ryhir once again becomes a whirlwind of action, charging past Van while pelting him with attacks, thought not to great effect. By the time he stops, he is once more far from the reach of Van.
Van was getting rather annoyed at the tactics of the dervish and decided to try to rob him of his agility. Moving closer once more he manages to trip Ryhir but misses with his attack.
Ryhir agilely rolls back, and to his feet, and once more back off
Wondering what Ryhir has planned, Van holds his ground and waits to see what his opponent does.
"What Van, loosing your nerve?" Ryhir goads, advancing a little.
"Not at all Ryhir, just getting wise to your tricks," Van replies as he backs up the same distance.
Testing, Ryhir advances just a bit more again.
Van once more backs up again, careful to keep his distance for now.
"I guess I'll just have to show you some new tricks... If you'd like, we could call it a draw?" Ryhir says.
"No thanks, I'm going to keep fighting until this ends," Van calls out.
Without replying, Ryhir suddenly drops the Longsword and charges in, Rolling past Van's guard and striking him a grievous blow.
Van has a moment to mutter a quick 'what the hell' before the flat of Ryhir’s blade strikes him on the side of the head, sending the village warrior crashing to the ground and knocking him out cold.
Slowly walks his way to the water skin he had lent Van earlier, and brings it to the fighter, and splashes it on his face. “Sorry man, didn't mean to hit you so hard there at the end...."
Groaning softly as mental clarity slowly returns to him and he blinks several times to clear his vision. "I think I'll survive just fine Ryhir, though I'm going to have a nasty bruise for a while." Van goes to try to stand, but gets no farther than a sitting position before his head starts swimming. "Though I think you might want to find someone to help me get to my room."
"Seems so.." Ryhir says with a small smirk. "Good fight though, I haven't been challenged like that outside of battle in a long while..." With that, Ryhir stands to see if he can find some help.
A pair of guards pass by and spot Van, lugging him to the infirmary.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 13, 2006 6:10 am
"Merkass, did you not find a map in the temple?" Kyoji asks, approaching the cat scout. "I did, I've been looking to get it identified." "Can I see it? I wish to bring it to Lady Yeesha's attention." "I was about to do the same myself, actually."
"Then let's go."
*Merkass heads off without saying a word.*
*Kyoji, impatient for the game to move, takes the map to Yeesha, who proceeds to analyze it so the game can move.*
Later that day, the word is put out that there is to be an announcement at dinner.

Posted by: Rusty Fri Jan 13, 2006 7:53 am
((Enter, paranoid Faralon: Act II. Pictures omitted this time due to complaints. )) *Faralon approaches Kyoji.* Faralon: "Ah, Kyoji. I've been looking for you. Are you busy?" Kyoji: "Not at this moment." Faralon: "Good. I was wondering if you could do a bit of work as a spy. There's a guard that someone leaked info in regards to the happenings of the Iom Shrine to...and I guess she either didn't realize it was secretive information or merely doesn't care."
Kyoji: "What do you want me to do?"
Faralon: "I was wondering if you would be able to spy on the girl and try and determine her character. If she's loose and has a disregard for authority like I suspect - then Yeesha's little plan just might work. However, if she does actually seemed focus on doing her job, then I guess there's nothing more that can be said or done."
Kyoji stares at Faralon as if he had grown a third head. "Why don't you just ask the Castle's lord about the guard and her record of service?" Kyoji asks.
Faralon: "Hmm...also possibly a good idea. However, I was also curious about her friend - who for some reason was pretending she did not exist. I found that a bit odd, in any case."
"Did you ask her friend why she lied?" Kyoji asks.
Faralon: "No...I was more intent on trying to keep her quiet. I believe I did make them both rather upset...heh. Oh well. I obviously have different tastes than some of our other group members. If the guard is in fact loose, however - we're likely to start a false rumor."
Kyoji: "Yes... Well, I would ask her friend before requesting my help. I do not share your interest in loose guards."
Faralon: "...Nevermind. I guess I will go do that. Sorry to bother you, then..."
*Faralon enters the lord of the fort's room, kneeling and bowing his head. He'll probably be hard pressed to share such information. Better look good...*
((Diplomacy. 18 + 13 = 31.))
Faralon: "Greetings, Lord Daelan. My name is Faralon Faesaen, and I have a small request, if that is all right, sir."
"What is it," Sir Daelan asks, a tall, bearded elf.
Faralon: "Would it possible for me to see the record of service of a guard named 'Rachel Orlus'? I understand if that is completely classified, but it is important that I see her credentials."
"I can tell you anything you need to know about her. What do you want to know? Credentials? What are those to a line soldier?"
*Faralon nods.*
Faralon: "Thank you. I guess what I'm getting at is her character. Has she been working here long, and is she one to take her job seriously? I do not think I need to know more than that."
Daelan: "Yes. She's one of our better archers."
*So she's an archer, then...If she is serious about her job...Well, I suppose he might not know her socially. Maybe if I can find Susan, I can resolve this before we leave.*
Faralon: "All right. Thank you, Lord Daelan. I need not know more. I appreciate the information, as well as your time. That was all."
*Faralon bows his head, as if ready to be ordered to leave. I really hate all these formalities. Well, maybe he'll be anxious to show me out.*
===
*Later, Faralon approaches the guard, Susan, walking casually. Well, if I know women, she's bound to be upset with me as well. I doubt I can talk too friendly with her, but it's worth a shot. Faralon looks at the guard and speaks.*
Faralon: "Ah, hello, again. Susan, was it?"
Susan: "Yeah."
*She probably knows what happened at Iom's Shrine, but...No. It's not worth the risk mentioning it.*
Faralon: "Good. Pardon my rudeness earlier. I was a bit steamed - and I didn't mean to blow up at your friend. You can tell her I'm sorry, and that Van did not bring me here. I came here myself and tagged him along. I hope there are no ill feelings. In any case, I am curious to know a couple of things before I go, if that's all right?"
Susan: "Sure."
Faralon: "Thank you. Why were you pretending Rachel was not a guard here?? Given she's an experienced archer, I would think there's no reason to hide her."
"She's not a guard. She's a scout," Susan says, blinking.
Faralon: "Ah? Go on." *Faralon says, interested.*
Susan: "Well... That's it. She goes on patrols with the other scouts when not on perimeter duty."
*Hmm. I would think Lord Daelan is more likely to be telling the truth.*
Faralon: "Well - regardless...Why were you trying to hide her identity?"
"I wasn't," Susan says.
Faralon: "You said there was no Rachel that you knew of, before, did you not?"
Susan: "No... I said we had no guard named Rachel. The only Rachel we have is a scout..."
Faralon: "Ah, so you were being technical, then. Heh. Oh well. Sorry about calling you sir earlier...and go ahead and tell Rachel that I'm sorry for upsetting her before. If she wishes to speak with Van, she should do so before tomorrow morning, as I'm fairly certain we'll be leaving, then."
*Faralon doesn't care to leave out any slight hints about Van's interest in Rachel. The least I can do is try to get them to talk once more before we go. I didn't help Van very much before.*
Faralon: "I'll be going now. Thank you for your time."
"Goodbye," Susan says, blinking again.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 13, 2006 8:04 am
A commotion during the day ensues, as Kyoji foolishly decided to look into Faralon's suspicions and was caught, having been heard while invisible. Yeesha only makes the situation worse, attempting to cite royal authority, but the ninja manages to convince Lord Daelan he had been merely training to scale walls while invisible, and had chosen one at random, not knowing it was one which had a window into the Lord's office...
Kyoji manages to defend his bluff convincingly, and when he points out that everything is in order, Daelan grudingly accepts his story.
((5,6,5,3,1,3, then a 19. Those were the rolls that led to this.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Fri Jan 13, 2006 8:45 am
While recovering from the sparring match with Ryhir in the infirmary, Van begins to carve a block of wood, but unfortunately due to lack of practice and a wondering mind the knife slips, causing the fighter curses as it nearly cuts through his thumb. Before he can even blink a healer has taken his carving knife and another one starts to berate him. "None of that when you're here! You're trying to get better!"
Sighing in frustration, Van lays back down on the bed and closes his eyes. With any luck he will fall asleep until the next meal.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Jan 13, 2006 2:13 pm
((Ah, yes... the Ninja fails again. ))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Jan 13, 2006 7:06 pm
((This was totally worth upsetting Van. ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 13, 2006 7:34 pm

QUOTE (Arcdragnbreth @ Fri Jan 13, 2006 2:13 pm)
((Ah, yes... the Ninja fails again. ))

During that same day, Ashathel slips in a puddle of mud, sliding uncontrollably through an open door and into a pile of laundry. A pile of female laundry. Before he can gather his wits, the elven warrior is beset by a number of voices shrieking "Pervert!" and he is grabbed roughly from the pile and thrown out, being slapped numerous times along the way.
((While this was a joke, I rolled 2 critical hits for the slaps... take 20 points of nonlethal damage.))

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Jan 13, 2006 7:39 pm

QUOTE (Arcdragnbreth @ Fri Jan 13, 2006 2:13 pm)
((Ah, yes... the Ninja fails again. ))

((Master ninja theme song!))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Jan 13, 2006 10:08 pm
*Before setting off for the journey, Faralon approaches Yeesha once more.* : "Hello. I'm sorry for the ruckuss before...Though I have gathered some information in our time here about recent events in the world, and I think you might find some of them rather interesting."
*Faralon continues.*
: "Firstly, a lady in white armor slew many demons. Perhaps this is the same woman we heard of before. In Tristan, entrance to the Temple of Mitula has been cut off - for some reason, they won't let people inside. Furthermore, rebellions are breaking out all of the world - the cult is appearing in many places, not just here - though I'm sure we could already guess that one...These last two pieces of information were quite shocking, however. They say the Castle of the Ancients has risen again - and even more surprising: A woman described to me that seemed to match the description of...Elise...She is looking for a merchant, a young girl, other soldiers, as she has stated, and the most surprising of all: the leader of the original Shining Force - Max!"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Jan 14, 2006 5:28 am
"Troubling... Tell the group of this tonight. We will discuss it then," Yeesha replies. That night, as the group gathers around the feasting table prepared only for them, Yeesha gets up to make an announcement. "Warriors in the service of Cypress, I bear great tidings! Our interprid scout Merkass has found amidst the ruin of Iom Shrine a map which appears to show among other things, the location of the Regional Cult HQ! Not only will this allow us to strike at their head, but it's probably the same place where Prince Nick is being kept. We can rid the land of the Cult and save the Prince in one blow!" Yeesha says in a rousing manner. "One last battle and we can end the Cult threat in Cypress! What say you?"

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Jan 14, 2006 5:40 am
A soft knock is heard at Yeesha's door, just before Ashathel's voice calls out from the other side. "Lady Yeesha... do you have a moment?" "Certainly," Yeesha replies. "Thanks," he says, opening the door swiftly, before closing it securely behind himself again. "I had - well, have - a few things I wanted to say, before we got under way."
"What do you need?" Yeesha asks, then winces. "I heard about that accident with the laundry... I hope you don't need me to straighten things out with the guards..."
"No, no, it's fine... I think I did just well enough to keep from being killed."
"Anyway... first off, I want to apologize again for the whole love potion thing. I didn't think anyone here would keep something like that around."
Yeesha winces again. "Yeah, well, I don't think anyone saw it coming... Now let us never speak of it again."
"Yeah... yes, that's a good idea," the bladesinger said, wincing. "I... err... also wanted to know how you're holding up after the shrine."
"I'm holding up," Yeesha says, with a sigh. "To be honest, I was friends with them... But not very close. Kind of like a sibling you only see once in a while, you know?"
"I think so, yeah," Ashathel said, thoughts shifting back to his brother for a moment. "But family's still family."
"Exactly. We were all Shining Force."
"Indeed... and war does things to people, obviously. I'd imagine there's a special bond that develops between people who've fought against all manner of creatures."
"Yeah," Yeesha says with a wistful smile. "Ah, the times..."
"What are you doing when all of this is over?" the elf asked. "Returning to Nick's court?"
"That's the plan. Assuming we win," Yeesha says with a wry grin.
"Hey... I think it's safe to assume we're going to win. We came too far to let it all be for nothing now."
"I hope you're right. I really do," Yeesha says, chuckling, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "We're not the only ones who put it all on the line."
"Well, from what Elise said, there are other warriors; I doubt very much that any part of the world is giving into Shailtor and his dark plans without a fight. And all of Rune can't be wrong."
"True."
"Anyway," the elf said, sighing, "I should be getting back to my quarters; I wanted to look over a few spells, get some new things for my repetoire before we have to go. Is there any chance I could ask you for some help later, though?"
"Certainly. What would you need?"
"Mmm... a few support spells, things to counter spell effects. If I remember correctly, two or three of our group were cursed with blindness, which severely hampered our fighting."
"You don't know Dispel?" Yeesha asks, surprised.
"No," the bladesinger admitted, sheepishly. "I was never too good with counter-spelling and the like; part of the reason I'd stopped following the mage's path."
"I see. Sure, I can show you it," Yeesha nods.
"Alright; I'll be looking forward to it," Ashathel nodded, moving to the door. "Enjoy the rest of you day, Lady."
"Thanks. You as well."
At dinner...
"Sounds like a good time waiting to be had," the elf said, leaning back in his chair. "Well, if we know where these cultist have Nick holed up, I see no reason not to give them a rousing welcome. I'm definitely ready whenever you are, Lady."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Jan 14, 2006 5:08 pm
"I say we go for it," Kethra says in an enthusiastic tone. The young monk turns to her friend Damas who is sitting a little farther down from her. "And what about you? You have been quiet for quite a while..." Damas snaps back to attention and looks to Kethra, his lips curled into a tight frown. "Just some things that I would rather not discuss publicly as present." The young sorcerer then adds in a more enthusiastic tone, "I am inclined to agree with you Lady Yeesha. It is sure to be dangerous, but we cannot back down after all we have been through together." He leans back in his chair and grins. "I do believe I can arrange a rather 'chilling' greeting for them."
(( I got called away from home this weekend, so my activity is sure to not be all that much. Be back to normal on Monday probably, well for a week until school starts again. ))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Jan 14, 2006 5:45 pm
Brand nods. "We'll carry the fight to them, then."

Posted by: Rusty Sat Jan 14, 2006 6:57 pm
*When an opportune moment arises, Faralon stands, addressing the group.* : "I have some news, as well, though sadly most of it is not very good at all...There is a woman out there in white armor slaying demons - she's been buildling quite a reputation in this area. Maybe it's possible we'll come across her on the way, eh? Cedric and Amelios, you in particular might find this next finding to be particularly interesting, if not disheartening. The entrance to Mitula's Shrine in Tristan has been cut off. For some reason, the clergy won't let the people inside. Something strange or terrible must be happening there.
*Faralon pauses a moment, the continues.*
: "...There are rebellions all over the world breaking out. This isn't just some small matter - the Chaos Cult goes to not limit, it would seem. Strange that they would focus on everywhere at once. I hope they gain no ground. But perhaps that is too late. You see, the Castle of the Ancients, the place where Dark Dragon was sealed away recently by Max and the original Shining Force - it is said to have risen again. I find that most troubling, myself. And by far among the most shocking things I've heard while gathering information...The Vandal Elise? She's searching for that other group we've been hearing about - as well as a merchant...possibly Derrik? But here's the real kicker: she's also looking for the original Shining Force leader, Max..."

Posted by: Aldur Sat Jan 14, 2006 11:23 pm
Amelios almost falls backwards out of his chair. He recovered and settles himself again. "What!? They closed the Temple? That is most troubling! However, for now we cannot dwell on that. I assume Derrik is one of Elise's targets. She did seem happy to see him. And...Max? I assumed he had perished in the sealing of the Dark Dragon?"

Posted by: Rusty Sat Jan 14, 2006 11:48 pm
: "That's what the tale tells. But there she is - looking for Max! Ridiculous...And yet..."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Jan 14, 2006 11:55 pm
: "Not everyone believes the commonly held tale that Max drowned in the Castle. Rumors abounded that he escaped, somehow. Queen Anri, for example, sunk much of her treasury into expeditions to search for the hero, believing him to be missing. If the Vandals search for him as well, perhaps there is something to the rumor."
Examination of the location of the HQ reveals it is very close to the village of Thames, surrounded by forests.

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Jan 15, 2006 6:53 am
*Merkass sits tight-lipped as he listens to the news Yeesha brings. While he is glad the map he found is of great importance and interest to the group, Merkass is quite unsure of the presumption it could end the cult threat. * : While I have no qualms about destroying a bastion of evil that is a cult headquarters, I fail to believe that it could end the threat of the Chaos Cult in any form. This cult is like a troll... you can sever its head, but will still come back. We need to get to the heart of their operation... and like a troll, cleanse it with fire. Of course, I would by no means consider this target a diversion. I would be willing to gather reconnaissance over the course of at least a day before we strike.
*Aurik further considers what is said, and feels strongly compelled by Merkass' words. He feels he should also add his own ideas in. The times seem terrible indeed. Mitula's own home seems to be facing troubles, and it could only mean Volcanon may see the same soon.*
: Indeed. This cult seems to have the backings of divine authority, foul as it may be. The gods themselves have been challenged, and one can only assume the disruption of Mitula's very house is their work. We must act swiftly.
*Rhizor would not be left out of yet another adventure. The forces of nature are powerful indeed, and it would be his intent to show exactly what power he wielded.
: Nature itself seems to cry against this abomination that is the Chaos Cult. While you all may have grown in power in your absence, my own has increased as well. I can attempt to harry their plans before we strike with a bit of inclement weather. An unexpected fog, possibly some rain. It would seem normal to them, but give us just the cover - and advantage - we need to take them more easily.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Jan 15, 2006 9:07 am
: "Indeed... the scouts of this team now have the time and opportunity to ply their trade... We can set up camp in the village while myself, and the other scouts move ahead to get an idea of their defenses and patrol structures..." [OOC Section]----------------------------
RP XP tallied and calculated for the massive amounts of RPing accomplished. RP XP based on number of posts, post quality, and post length.
Amelios:600
Jokulligr:350
Faralon: 1000
Damas: 550
Rhizor:100
Merkass:100
Everyone:100(Love potion scandal)
Van:1350
Acacia:200
Brand:200
Kethra:400
Cedric: 500
Laika:150
Kanmeshi:100
Gabriel:100
Ashathel: 500
Ryhir:300

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Jan 15, 2006 9:56 am
((Earlier Laika purchased a potion of CSW for 675 gold after the discount.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Jan 15, 2006 8:00 pm
[Diplomacy: 5 + 19 = 24] [Charisma: 14 + 5 = 19] Cedric listens to the talk around the table silently, a reflective expression on his face since Lady Yeesha's speech. Finally, he speaks, "While I also feel the need for caution, I fear that we must act quickly or lose our advantage. I would prefer sending the scouts out the night before so that we might strike at once on the next day. A thick fog that morning would be most helpful in our assault, although rain could slow our progress as well..." The Paladin glances at Faralon, "If we used spells that create magical silence we should be able to move through the fog undetected."
"Now, I think it would be better if we avoided the village. No doubt the chaos cult has members and spies in the settlement nearest to their headquarters... To stay there would certainly invite notice from them and perhaps endanger innocent civilians." Cedric looks towards the Druid, "Instead we can strike camp in the forest... I'm certain Rhizor can find us a well hidden and secure location?"
For a moment, the Paladin hesitates before continuing in a troubled voice, "I know this is something we would rather not consider but...we must be prepared for the possibility that the Strife Lords have turned Prince Nick to their cause." Cedric looks around the table, meeting the eyes of his comrades, "It is a danger we cannot afford to overlook..." His eyes settle on Lady Yeesha, "We will take him alive and return him to his sanity if such is the case." Then his serious expression lightens slightly, "Although, I am heartened by the fact that he has not returned to the capital. It could well mean that he yet resists them."
The Paladin sighs, "While I appreciate your words of caution, Merkass, one must hew their way to the heart. We will end their efforts in this continent, then continue searching for a means of banishing them forever..."
"Moving on to tatics..." Cedric rubs his chin, "I have been giving some thought to the composition of the squads and wish to make some changes. With the addition of Kanmeshi, we now have three clerics and I would recommend dividing them up among the three forward squads. Also, as we discussed Ryhir will be assuming command of the swift squad and Kyoji will be given the freedom to strike where ever the enemy is weakest. Amelios will take command of the third squad in Ryhir's place, I know this may come as a surprise to some of you but he has been studying tactics for quite some time now and I believe he is ready for this responsibility. I thought to place Aurik with Ashathel's squad and Kanmeshi with Ryhir's new squad."

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Melee 1 Leader: Ryhir Kethra, Laika, Kanmeshi Melee 2 Leader: Ashathel
Aurik, Van, Castor
Melee 3
Leader: Amelios
Gabriel, Jokulligr, Acacia
Strike
Brand, Kyoji
Ranged
Leader: Merkass
Zook
Magic
Leader: Faralon
Rhizor, Isyndel, Damas

"Of late, I have begun focusing my training to allow me to better combat fiends, devils, and demons. This will slightly hinder my combat progress in other areas but I feel that it is needed. I believe Amelios has also been focusing his training on combating the undead." Cedric looks around the group curiously, "If anyone else is specializing in such a manner, please let me know. It would help me plot overall strategy. "
Merkass replies, "Evil."
"Evil? Evil what?" Cedric asks, bewildered.
"Evil. Everything evil, cause I'm awesome like tha..."
Kidding...
"This next battle could become a siege, we might consider procuring additional reinforcement while we are among friends. Perhaps from the surviving members of the Shining Force or from the local garrison. It's something to consider, while we have artillery in the form of Zook more ranged support could only be beneficial."

Posted by: Aldur Sun Jan 15, 2006 8:13 pm
Amelios nods, and grins at the members of his squad. "I hope none of you will mind. I promise to guide us with the best of my Ability." The Cleric then smiles brightly, and turns his attention back to the meeting. "As for Undead, I am practically a walking weapon. The majority of my skills that do not help our companions punish these abominations. I do not mean to boast but...my skills are quite excellent in that area."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Jan 15, 2006 9:20 pm
: "On the matter of reinforcements, I believe I can easily persuade Gates and Slade to accompany us once more. Dawn has already agreed to join us. As for Randolf and Luke... They're still in no shape for combat, and I suspect will not be for quite some time. It's not just a matter of healing them physically... Their time in the care of the Strife Lords has scarred them mentally as well. They need time to heal, simple as that," Yeesha says, shaking her head.

Posted by: Aldur Sun Jan 15, 2006 9:36 pm
"The three of them would make a formidable squad on their own. And the help would be handy." Amelios nods, and is inwardly trying to remember something. He grins suddenly. "I'm wondering...Why don't we have the more steathly of us take bombs created by Zook to Blast open the walls? Then we charge while the enemy is shaken..."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Jan 15, 2006 11:43 pm
: "A good idea... assuming Zook can build powerful enough bombs, we can place them on a weak in the walls... Then we won't have to worry about fortifications as much..."

Posted by: Aldur Sun Jan 15, 2006 11:52 pm
Amelios nods. "Another alternative would be to blast them open with Magic if Zook can't create what we need. What say you Master Tinker?"

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Jan 16, 2006 1:34 am
Sometime before the meeting where the map was revealed, a noble human approached Kanmeshi, "Hail, servant of Volcanon. I fear that we have not been introduced. I am Cedric, Holy Knight of Mitula." "I am Kanmeshi of Asreet, Priest of Volcanon. It is good to meet you, Cedric." The birdman replies.
Cedric nods, "I would that it had been under better circumstances..."
"We do not choose when or where we are, simply that we must rise to overcome that which stands before us." Kanmeshi responds, "Perhaps these are the best circumstances of all, lest there be noone left to fight against the darkness." The birdman looks at Cedric curiously, "What can I do for you, Knight of Mitula?"
"From your words alone I can tell that you are a follower of Volcanon..." Cedric smiles, "You do not shy away from dark times but rise to meet them with clenched fist and readied blade. Though our view of the world is different, we who follow Mitula will always value your valor and honesty. As for what you can do for me..." Cedric nods, "I wished to thank you for your aid in the last battle and ask you if you planned to continue with us?"
"I served with the Shining Force, traveling with Dean and Jaha, Stock and the rest. I saw Claude and Shriek, close friends, turned to corrupted zombies that then attacked us. We set forth to find Nick and preserve Cypress. Now my companions are slain, but the job remains unfinished. I shall continue with you, to do anything else would be insult to my friends memory, and to better mette out vengence for their ignoble deaths." Steely eyes bore into Cedric's, "If that is permissable, good sir."
Cedric's eyes become equally cold in response, "Permission granted..." A grin crosses his face, "...with pleasure. I look forward to ending this dark time with your aid."
Kanmeshi sighs, his demeanor lightening, "I'm sorry. I fear that with the return of the darkness, and the other problems occuring across the lands... It is just becoming harder for this old bird to see the high side." He looks up, light glinting in his eyes, "I suppose that is what we must do, though, eh?"
Cedric replies firmly, all humor gone from his face, "Yes... We must." He nods distantly, "Tactics will have to wait for now, we will have a meeting to discuss them later. In the meantime, you might seek out Aurik if you have no already. He is a member of our expedition and a cleric of Volcanon himself." The Paladin pauses, "If you need anything please let me know."
"I will, thank you. May Mitula stand by you, in these trying times." Kanmeshi replies.
"...and Volcanon you." Cedric replies before moving on.
. . .
Cedric nods, "That is definitely something to consider..." He looks towards Faralon, "Another avenue we should pursue is contacting Derrik and finding out what he knows about the Vandal's... Why are they interested in him and who are their other targets?"
Faralon replies, "I don't know who they are, nor why they are interested in him - but it is indeed a good idea to contact him about this. Maybe we can do that before we leave. Though, there was something else I thought of when you mentioned reinforcements."
Cedric tilts his head curiously, "...and that was?"
Amelios smiles politely, mind focusing on how best to assault the walls.
Faralon glances at Van momentarily, then returns his glance to Cedric, "Some of us have come to know an experienced archer here by the name of Rachel Orlus. Lord Daelan speaks highly of her."
"Another Ranged unit would be nice to have around. Somewhat even up the ranks. However...Does she wish to join us?" Amelios looked curiously over at Faralon, wondering how he knew this woman.
Cedric nods, "Extend to her an invitation to join us and I will speak with Lord Daelan on the matter. An experienced archer would be a great boon."
Faralon replies uncomfortably, "That's a bit of a problem. I never asked, or even considered it until now - though I haven't exactly gotten on the best terms with her... Someone took it upon himself to tell her our mission..." Faralon swallows, "...So I was a bit upset. Further trouble - she told some of her friends, apparently, as she didn't realize it was to be kept secret."
Cedric is silent for a moment considering this, "I see... Why do you want her to accompany us? Because you view her as a hazard to our mission or because you truly believe her skills would be of use?"
Faralon smirks, "A little of both, I guess. I haven't personally seen her archery skills, but if they're as good as I've heard, she's worth the effort." Faralon looks at Cedric, "If you think it's a good idea...Well - you're the leader. You're an experienced speaker, and I'm sure you could convince her more easily than I."
"Faralon! I am disappointed in you. You wish her to come and face death merely because someone told her something? How on earth is that remotely fair?" Amelios frowns and shakes his head in disagreement.
Faralon replies, "It's not like we're forcing her to join...and do you really have such a bleak view on all of this? I can understand why, but I must have an answer."
Faralon bursts out, clearly upset, "What the...what's wrong with you? That's not the only reason!"
"I think you would be overanalysing our intent. However, I did lose my composure. The fact remains...that if this girl does not wish to go, and anyone goes towards the Lord despite her wishes we are forcing her to come along. That to me, is not fair." Amelios responds.
Faralon snaps back, "One would only go to Lord Daelan if she agreed. I do not think I suggested otherwise."
"We are not forcing anyone to accompany us." Cedric states firmly, "Faralon did not suggest such a thing."
[Sense Motive: 18 + 14 = 32]
Cedric pauses for a moment, examining the cleric and bard thoughtfully before speaking, "I suspect that more is behind this than either of you are stating... We can discuss this now before the group or in a more private sitting later." The Paladin glances at Lady Yeesha, "This might be a good time to discuss the secrecy of our mission..."
"Hmph. The fact remains if she knew nothing, I believe she would not been suggested. As for that...Other than what we plan to do NOW. I fail to see why our past deeds need to be secret in this particular stronghold." Amelios replies bitterly.
Acacia shifts uncomfortably in her seat, unwilling to bring up the array of manservants she's been regaling with tales of the groups bravery.
Cedric sighs, "It cannot become publicly known that the prince is missing...anarchy would be the result. From the very beginning secrecy has been part of our mission because of this..." The Paladin looks at Faralon, "That said, I was under the impression that the higher ranking soldiers of Cypress were aware of his disappearance."
"I mean our past deeds. That was what was leaked correct? Nothing about Nick?" Amelios looks over at Faralon, wondering what exactly had been told.
"I do not see the harm in the people believing we travel to combat the cult...which is the truth..." Cedric answers, "This is a discussion we should have had sometime ago. Especially with so many new members..."
Faralon repllies, "I'm told she's not a soldier, but rather a scout of sorts." Faralon looks over at Amelios, "I don't know whether or not any information on Nick has been leaked to her. But... I know the events that just transpired a few days ago were in fact leaked. That would be disastrous to morale if word got out, I would think."
Cedric frowns, "Which events exactly?"
"If you merely wish for her and her friends to be silent speak to their commander." Amelios stares resolutely at Faralon, stubborn on this point.
Faralon looks down, "I was hoping you wouldn't want something specific...but those at Iom's Shrine."
"About the Shining Force?" Amelios frowns, beginning to wonder about this more.
Cedric sighs, "The fall of the Shining Force?"
Faralon nods, "Exactly..."
"Faralon, I appreciate your concern..." Cedric replies, "However, I believe informing the garrison that Lady Yeesha had destroyed the vile Iom Shrine would bolster morale in a time of low hopes and few victories... I concur that certain details would need to be omitted for now but..."
Faralon stays quiet. No point in further arguing my point, I guess. Whatever happens - happens.

Posted by: Aldur Mon Jan 16, 2006 4:47 am
((This is before the feast. Hence why Acacia is not there.)) Acacia, bracing herself against the wall outside the door to Amelios' room, lets out a tense sigh. Earlier she had pried upon Jokulligr as to the cleric's whereabouts. Over the past couple of weeks, the fighter had found herself becoming weaker and weaker. Her problems had finally reached a point where it was time to seek help. Unfortunately, she did not possess the money to seek out help elsewhere, so she settled upon one of the parties healers. Plucking up her courage, she turns and knocks on the cleric's door, a part of her hoping that the kyantol would not be in his room.
Amelios walks to the door, and smiles brightly as he sees Acacia standing before him. Perfect! I was meaning to speak to her. The kyantol smiles and and steps aside, gesturing for Acacia to come inside. "Is there something I can do for you? I've been meaning to talk to you anyway. Please, come in come in!" He offers Her a chair and sits on his bed, awaiting to know why she had popped by.
Acacia offers a halfhearted smile while taking the proffered seat. Nerves playing against her better senses, she attempts to mash out pleasantries so as not to be rude.
"Amelios, I am sorry to disturb you. I am aware that my demeanor has been a little offputting as of late and I do not wish our first discussion to be that of me asking you a favor, I just feel that I had nowhere else to turn."
Still, despite her efforts, she couldn't manage to approach her request gracefully. Her stomach twinges, she feeling like more of a burden and bother than ever.
"I am always here for everyone. And the majority of my conversations with people are about their problems. Please, feel at ease with me. I do not mind, tell me. A problem shared, is a problem halved."
The kyantol grinned outwardly, and inwardly frowned, as Acacia did seem to be the type to have many problems. He resolved to try to help her as much as he could.
Acacia swallows hard, breaking eye contact. While thankful for the kyantol's openness, it didn't make what she was about to say any easier.
"I have been having issues with my..."
Acacia lets herself trail off while she thinks of the least inappropriate way to put it. Finally she finds a word that seems to meet halfway.
"Cycle."
Amelios nods, not a blush, not even a grin on his face. He'd been married about ten years. He'd gotten to know about this. "It's late?" He frowned, thinking this over, as well...it could be the child of some of the things that had been exacted on her, and that would indeed be rather cruel. But that however...wasn't what I was expecting!
Acacia hangs her head in shame, shaking her head.
"I haven't stopped bleeding since I was rescued."
Amelios frowns, and sighs, moving over towards her. He seems somewhat uncomfortable, but shakes it off. "You should have come to me immediately. That is abnormal by any means. Were you bleeding in the cell before we found you?"
Acacia continues to stare into her lap, clsoing her eyes and wishing things could have happened differently.
"I don't remember. I don't remember much of what happened in the cells or... Any of you when you came in. It wasn't until a few days later when I had regained myself that I took any notice. Looking back, something felt wrong about it, but I just assumed it was my normal flow. It just hasn't stopped."
Opening her eyes again, she looks up at the kyantol, pleadingly. Flecks of fear show through in her green eyes.
"I just don't know what to do."
Amelios nodded again, and put on a reassuring smile. He sighed, and seemed somewhat embarassed now. "I'll need to...have a look, if it's alright with you. I should be able to help if I can analyse closer." He looked at the scared woman before him, and felt both great sympathy and anger. Anger towards that cult that committed things like this.
Acacia offered the kyantol a solemn nod. She knew that this would be necessary before she came to him, which was a large reason why it had taken her so long. Unsure of whether or not she was prepared for this, she had to try anyway. She couldn't muster up any way to voice her fears to the healer, and just waited for him to direct her through the process. There was not enough control left in her to allow her to function through this of her own free will.
Amelios made the woman remove her lower clothing and looked somewhat hesitantly looked at her womanly area. He begins the process of examination, being careful not to scare or hurt Acacia, taking longer than usual in his diagnosis. I don't want to scare her...and yet I may need to command her...she seems to have withdrawn into herself.
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Amelios, upon examination, determines that there's no tear in her lower regions causing the bleeding. Moving on, he applies pressure to her lower abdomen, trying to feel if anything's amiss there. Soon enough, he discovers a bump in the general area of her uterus. It feels as though it may be a fairly undeveloped fetus. Using his medical knowledge, Amelios determines that Acacia had been pregnant before her capture and that the conditions she was exposed to caused her to miscarry, but it was an incomplete miscarriage known as "Incomplete Abortion." The only way the healer knows how to stop the bleeding and rectify the situation is a process known as Dilation and curettage.
Amelios backs up, and stares into her eyes, not quite sure what to say. "You've had an incomplete miscarriage...and this is the result. I can cure it but...but, there is a chance that...you could never have children again. I'm sorry...Shall I...begin?" The Kyantol looks sadly into her eyes, willing her to answer in some way. In any way at all. He felt so sorry for her at this moment, trying to hold back his rage.
An overall sense of confusion falls around Acacia as she stares questioningly at Amelios.
"What do you mean? I'm not... I can't, we never could..."
Acacia's complexion seems drained, pale, and sickly.
"I'm afraid that before you were captured...you were pregnant. And because of your conditions...you suffered a miscarriage that did not manage to happen properly. And I need to perform this...task to cure you. The chance of you becoming unfertile is small. And I fear I must do this now..." The kyantol had never been in this situation before...and hoped to never again be in it.
Acacia's breathing becomes unsteady as what was being said to her begins to sink in.
"No, no. This can't be right! This isn't real."
Desperation begins to fall into her voice as tears begin to drip down her face. She clutches her stomach, a stricken look on her face.
"Please!"
[i]There are...no words I can possibly say. She loses everything...to find more is taken. Strife Lords...I can never forgive you!!!!! Amelios sets his face stern, and stands, put a hand on Acacia's shoulder And gently shakes her. "This is the hardest moment of your life, and yet...for the sake of your dead loved ones...you need to go on, and live twice as hard. For them! Now Acacia! What will you do? Give up...or live! Live as they would want you to do!"
Acacia feels the world beginning to slip away all around her.
It's too much, it's just too much. No, this isn't real, this isn't...
She lurches forward and vomits. Her whole body wracks against itself. Clenching her fingers tight into her skin, she lets loose a sob before continuing.
"What... do I need to do?"
Amelios resists the deep primal urge to smash things. That wouldn't help at all now. "It's what I must do I'm afraid. You merely need to lay back on my bed, and then let me begin the process. It is...not pretty or comfortable by any stretch of the word. I need to do certain things, but do not be afraid, and please, stay relaxed." The Kyantol gestures towards the bed, gently guiding the stricken Woman, he heads over to his desk, taking out his healing kit, frowning a little and locking the door. I'll need to improvise.
Acacia lets her eyes close, as she lays on the bed. With all of her will, she wishes she were dead already. She couldn't let herself slip away, she had to hold on. Already, she was becoming numb to her surroundings.
Amelios looks through his gear and washes his hands in a basin near the window. He looks over at Acacia, and sighed. "Please...relax. I shall cure this." The Kyantol gently puts a hand inside her, stretching her labia gently, And using his other hand, grabs an odd looking device. And gently puts it inside her, to dilate the Vagina, And as it draws near the cervix, it opens out, stretching the inside, and the Cleric locks it in place. He sighs heavily in relief, having successfully completed the first step to stop Acacia's problem. He looked up at her, hoping she wasn't too scared.
The intrusion had brought Acacia right back into herself, however, and she began to tense. She knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help it. Her eyes shut tightly, trying to drown it all out, and her fingers digging painfully into the blankets. There were no words for her to say to the kyantol.
Damnit...if this keeps up I'll need to do something. His voice was quiet, gentle and yet possessed a commanding tone. "Stop that. I can't do this if you don't relax." He continues to watch her for a moment.He then steadies himself and continues the process. He grabs a small part of a bandage and begins to clean her cervical stump, gently swiping along it in a circular motion three times. He nods and then removes the bandage part, throwing it away. He then looks at her and frowns, wondering if he should knock her out for the next steps.
Acacia bites down on her lip until she tears skin and she can taste the blood and salt from her tears upon her tongue. She needed to refocus the pain, her mind, to somewhere else so she could relax. Steeling herself and willing herself to relax, she is not entirely successful but improves a good deal. Afraid of the position she's putting the healer in, she pleads with him.
"No, I need to feel this. All of this."
"As...you wish." No one should have to go through this...ever! The kyantol continues on with his grim work, cursing the Strife Lord's very souls in his mind. Trying hard not to lost control of himself. Amelios gently searches around inside, feeling around for any pockets of mucous or Growths, using his healing powers to destroy them. The Kyantol nods, using his fingers to try to gently open the cervix, steeling himself for the no doubt coming cries of Acacia. Amelios could only pity her, He would never have any idea of the amount of pain she was in.
Acacia struggled to hold on, her mind not being able to realize both pains she was feeling at once. Everything about this was so unnatural that she at once couldn't believe it and couldn't deny it. The physical pain was becoming too much for her to attempt to ignore, so she raised her forearm to her mouth and bit into it, muffling her pain.
"Are you sure you do not wish for me to put you asleep?" The kyantol moves on to the next step, continuing his home made healing mission as he awaited a reply. He steels himself once more, moving in futher, doing four scrapes along the uterine wall. He repeats this, all along the uterine walls, in deep, even strokes. His healing hands acting again to remove all the impurities he could find. After doing so, he reset the inner corse of Acacia, sliding his hand out, And removing the object. He sighed in relief. It was done...to the best of his ability. He then searched and waited to see if she began to bleed now.
Acacia, pale and distant, lays limply on the bed. Her eyes beginning to grow vacant, she lets her arm drape down her chest. Her breathing, becoming shallower.
"Was there anything left? I want... I want something to bury."
With that, Acacia succumbs to the exhaustion, passing out on the kyantol's bed.
Amelios, notes her sleeping and looks around at the collection of various things he collected in a small bandage. He wrapped it up tighter and left it on the desk, it didn't leak thankfully and Amelios left the room, running to the roof of the castle. He reached the edge and began to Scream at the top of his lungs. Again. Again and again, till he was hoarse.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Jan 16, 2006 5:52 am
**Later That Night** As Damas is walking along that night, he enters an area devoid of people. It's a small guard post. Within are a few scattered knives and utensils by some half eaten meals. As Damas passes by, he hears a cacophony of howling voices he can't make out. A chill wind blows around the area. Suddenly all the knives are picked up in a whirling storm of sharp cutlery, surrounding Damas. The voices howl louder.
Damas becomes slightly alarmed, but tries to remain calm. "What in the hell? Is someone there?"
The howling grows louder and Damas can only make out a few words amidst the clamor. "You... Hate... Revenge..."
Damas attempts to make sense of the words he hears. "Look, I do not hate anybody, and I certainly have no desire for revenge. Stop toying with me."
The howling gets even louder, almost deafening.
Damas winces slightly.
The knives close in around Damas. A few cut his clothes as they draw closer and closer.
"Look, if someone is there, can we just talk about this?" Damas starts to panic a little bit. "I do not understand any of this..."
A knife cuts through Damas' side, slicing open a small wound as the others draw mere centimeters away from his vital spots. The howling reaches a climax... Then the knives stop in midair, touching Damas' skin at points, but not putting any pressure on them. Then, one by one, they are pulled back by an unseen force as the voices fade and the wind dies. The knives fall the floor with a clatter as Damas sees Valkana in the distance, eyes downcast.
Damas winces slightly from the cut and stares at the knives for a while before they pull away from him. "What the-"
She looks at him for a moment as if to say something, then vanishes. A single word echoes through the air. "Home..."
Damas sighs and shakes his head. "Valkana... What could she possibly mean?" His shoulders sag and his eyes well with tears. The young sorcerer leaves the post and walks outside for some fresh air. He thinks about that one word for some time, and what had happened. After a while, it comes to him and his words come out in a soft murmur while his eyes are hardened with determination, "I've got it... I know now what I have to do..."
((Voila))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Jan 16, 2006 6:59 am
[Detect Evil] [Diplomacy 3 + 19 = 22] "Excuse me, are you Rachel Orlus?" A tall noble looking man asked of the scout, "My name is Cedric and I serve under the Lady Yeesha in her expedition." He looks at her politely, "I was wondering if I might speak with you for a moment about something."
"Yes I am, and sure! What do you need to know?" Rachel asks.
"I am concerned about two members of our expedition who have been acting rather oddly in respect to you." Cedric begins softly, "Van has taken a liking to you. While I know little of your interaction with him, I know he is frustrated with how things have worked out." A troubled expression passes over the Paladin's face, "What I am more concerned about is the manner in which Faralon has treated you. Only recently have I become aware of the full extent of his actions and I am disturbed..."
Rachel frowns. "Faralon's a jerk. I don't know what his problem is. He should try asking nicely the next time he wants something instead of using his pitiful intimidation factor. As for Van..." Rachel sighs. "I know he's got a crush on me. It's obvious. He's nice, but he's so naive! I can't believe he's almost 30. It's like he's never been around women before."
A slight smile crosses the Paladin's face, "He comes from a small village, meeting people he has not known his entire life is new to him. Before I knew something of his past I was surprised by his quietness as well."
The troubled expression returns to his face, "Van, I can understand but...Faralon..." Cedric pauses, "During a strategy session during which we were discussing reinforcements to our expedition, Faralon suggested you." The Paladin watches her, judging her reaction.
"What? Why'd he want to..." Rachel seems confused. "Why would he choose me? There's not exactly much trust between us."
The Paladin nods, "That came up during the meeting, one of our clerics confronted him..." Cedric sighs, "I do not understand what has come over him, I first I thought he was merely attempting to safeguard us but..." The Paladin shakes his head, "Regardless, I would like to know exactly what Van told you..."
The girl responds, "About what?"
A distant look crosses the Paladin's face, "The events at Iom Shrine."
"Oh. He just said that you had to fight some undead members of the Shining Force there..." Rachel says.
Cedric nods, "I see... Faralon was afraid that such news would be a blow to morale. We should have discussed the matter as a group but after such a vicious battle we lacked the focus." The Paladin looks at her firmly, "Several members of the Shining Force were corrupted... We had no choice but to free them of their enslavement before leveling the Shrine."
"I know", Rachel says.
Cedric sighs, "I don't think that Faralon understands how dark these times are. He only saw something horrific and wished to keep it from harming others." The Paladin looks at her, "I do feel that he did not act in the best manner and he did not act like himself..." A distant smile crosses his face, "He is actually a personable and charming fellow most of the time."
Rachel shrugs.
The Paladin slowly shakes his head, "If you wish to join us in our expedition, you are welcome..." A grin crosses his face, "...provided you prove your skill with the bow. Our quest is a dangerous one with no guarantee of success. Our foes are powerful and without remorse..." His face is serious, "I will not recruit you because Van has feelings for you or because Faralon views you as a risk. If you decide to accompany us it will be on your merit." He crosses his arms, "We are in need of aid in this expedition...but in this dark time all the world is in need of aid. We are leaving tomorrow, please consider the matter."
"I have no problem with it, but you'd need to speak with Lord Daelan. I am under his command," she says with a nod.
Cedric nods, "I shall."
[Diplomacy 16 + 19 = 35]
The Lord will give his consent under the circumstances. Of all the expedition, he likes Cedric. Rachel, while not quite as skilled as the archers of the group, is nonetheless very talented.
((The group gains an archer and Faralon gains a headache. Merkass also now has a level eight archer to command.))

Posted by: Aldur Mon Jan 16, 2006 1:04 pm
Amelios announces at the feast something at the meeting. He sighs heavily and turns to Cedric and Yeesha. "I cannot go with you. Nor can Acacia or Jokulligr. I shall be happy to tell the two of you in private why however."

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Jan 16, 2006 4:09 pm
Cedric looks at Amelios in complete surprise for a long moment, "Wha...what?" Utter disbelief is written across the Paladin's face, "Amelios, this coming...battle could be our most difficult... Yet now, you are withdrawing most of the third squad? Why can you not share your reason with the entire group?" He sighs, "It will affect them...it could well cost all of us our lives..."

Posted by: Aldur Mon Jan 16, 2006 4:13 pm
"I shall tell you and the Lady Yeesha in private, and if you both think it wise to reveal what has happened then please do." Amelios looks unusually angry, and awaits for a moment to tell the aforementioned two in private.

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Jan 16, 2006 4:55 pm
Cedric nods, "Very well..." Standing, he leaves the meeting along with Lady Yeesha, glancing back at the others as he does so, "We shall return in a moment." Outside the dining hall, Cedric turns to Amelios with a concerned expression on his face, "What has happened?"
"It is Acacia." Amelios then goes to explain what he needed to do in order to cure her. "The mental pain aside...She needs to be monitored closely and kept from doing much work. And she will not trust a stranger to do this for her. So I am honourbound to stay by her side, and yet I am also bound to go with you...I'm sorry, but I am a healer before a slaughterer." The Kyantol stands resolute, face grim.
The Paladin listens silently as Amelios speaks, however as the Kyantol continues the face of Cedric goes ashen. He remains silent for a long moment after the cleric finishes, pain in his eyes. Finally, he gasps out in a tormented voice, "Ame...amelios...why...why did you not use...the staff while...the child was still in the womb?"
Amelios looks oddly at Cedric. "Because it would not have worked. It would have restored the child yes, but her bleeding would not have stopped, she would have again...bled the poor unborn soul out again and again. There was no way. I...needed to completely clear her...inside, so that there was a chance the bleeding could stop. The child could not function as Acacia would have expelled it once more. And to save her...I needed to..." The Kyantol clenches his fists, obviously hating this conversation. "...I had to destroy her child!"
Cedric rests a hand on the kyantol's shoulder, "I...am sorry my friend...I did not mean the doubt you... I know you did everything you could, please do whatever you can for Acacia. We will miss your aid in this trying time."
Amelios nods. And then looks at the Paladin. "So...Do you wish to tell the group? I will not object if you feel you need to. However...spare a thought for Acacia." The Cleric gives his Staff to the Paladin, and nods to him.
Cedric nods distantly, his face drained of emotion, "I will tell them...but...should I wait until we depart?"
"I do not know...do you think it best?" Amelios looks curiously at Cedric, And then sighs himself. "I would not wish that fate on anyone...Strife Lords. They are beyond the evils of Zeon, Or the Vandals. They should not exist!"
Cedric says nothing for a moment, then speaks in an emotionless monotone, "If they were closer to her...I would tell them now... But...while comrades...only Joku is her friend..."
"I have informed him. I felt it was right. Needless to say...he was not happy." Amelios shakes his head, and feels helpless. "Nevertheless, we shall be rejoining you all in a week or so. And Dawn, Slade and Gates are there. They should be able to replace the three of us quite well."
An expression of surprise crosses the Paladin's face, "You...will be rejoining us?"
"It would depend on Acacia, but if there are no problems...She should have recovered within a week, And I believe she would wish to catch you all up. Unless you do not find that feasible?" Amelios looks at Cedric's expression, not sure what to say.
Cedric looks at Amelios distantly, "I...am sorry, my friend... We cannot slow our pace to allow you to rejoin us..." He looks away, "We will send word of our next desitination after the headquarters, hopefully you can find a way to rejoin us...but we cannot hesitate..."
"I understand. But please, do not think you've seen the last of me." The Cleric looks oddly saddened, yet it was war. He completely understood. "Then...I hope to see you all again, sometime. Perhaps..."
Cedric nods sadly, "Is there anything else we can do for you before leaving?"
"I should be able to take care of her fine. Do not worry about us." He smiles brightly, his usual defence up.
"Good fortune..." Cedric states distantly, before turning back to the meeting. Taking a deep breath, he steps back inside, "They will be unable to travel with us...for reasons that will be known once we leave the castle." Cedric leans heavily aganist the table, strangely weary, "If there is nothing further... I suggest all of you get a good night's sleep..."

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Mon Jan 16, 2006 5:54 pm
((This immediatly follows the end of Aldur/Rose's post, when Amelios is screaming on the roof.)) Jokulligr, whom had remained on the roof after talking with Kethra to continue to enjoy the serenity before the big announcement that night, is staring up contently at the passing clouds when he's startled from his mental reverie by the piercing sound of an enraged cry from somewhere nearby. Looking about the roof, he's quite surprised to find Amelios to be the source of the screaming less than twenty feet away from where he lied. Getting to his feet, he slowly approaches the clearly anguish-stricken cleric and speaks with a tone of concern when he feels his friend has released enough emotion to be addressed. "Friend Amelios? Is everything alright?? Why are you screaming with such fervor??"
Amelios turns to his Jokulligr, and the kyantol looked so very angry. His eyes were blazing and he pounded a fist into the battlement. He then told Jokulligr what he had had to do.
Listening to Amelios' angered explanation for his outburst, Jokulligr is caught quite off-guard to hear of Acacia's plight. As he listens further to the details of the ordeal, all the suffering she had to endure thanks to the actions of the Cult, his fists clench tightly and he looks down at the ground, trying to keep focus and relax as the recount finished with Amelios' arrival on the roof. This was not the time for him to be angry...that would be better left for when he saw those that perpetrated this cruelty.
He speaks after he's managed to calm down, looking up once more with a concerned expression rather than one of anger. "...What of Lady Acacia? What is her condition now?"
"She lays in my own bed, now asleep. It is too cruel....And now I must stay from the battlefield to tend her. And She must not be allowed to exert herself. it is...simply not fair to her." The Cleric seems to have recovered his composure a little, seeming quite sad. "She needs to be watched for a week...after that she will recover."
"A week...yet it seems intended for the group to move on tomorrow..." The Monk frowns thoughtfully and looks out over the wilderness visible from the fortress roof, as if trying to clear his mind to better think things through. He's silent for a moment, and when he speaks again his tone is soft, yet resolute. "I wish to stay behind...to help tend to Acacia...if I can. I vowed I would see her through this journey to the end...that I would remain by her side and help her through any hardships she'd have to face." He turns back to Amelios at this point. "And I intend to keep that vow, even if it means being left behind. I hope you have no objection, friend Amelios. She means a great deal to me...I will not abandon her."
"I was expecting that. I wonder how the Commander of this place will react...anyway. I shall need to tell Cedric...Do you wish to look in on her?" The Kyantol asked the question softly, glad that the Shining Force could fill in for them. He looked at the Dragonman and thought of Acacia. How could so much suffering happen to one person? It just seems so very unfair. And now they push on towards the Prince. I hope they'll be ok without us.
Jokulligr nods in response to the question. "I do. I have no need to partake in the feast...I will watch over her whilst you attend, if you would be so kind as to note the reasoning behind my absence to Sir Cedric and Lady Yeesha."
"I shall. So then I leave her in your care." The dejected Cleric turned and left the roof, awaiting for the feast to come. Aside from Acacia, the Strife Lords were formost in his mind. The Cleric wished them to pay.

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Jan 16, 2006 7:18 pm
The expedition will set up camp at a secure and hidden location in the forest chosen by the druid. (Roll as needed) Then the scouts will be sent to do their thing. (Merkass, Kyoji, and Brand) In the meantime, Ryhir's squad will be sent to the nearby village in disguise to determine it's state and gather information. (Ryhir, Laika, Kethra, Kanmeshi) Finally, depending on how an rp turns out Cedric will be traveling in disguise with Damas to his former guild.
So let it be written, so let it be done.

Posted by: Aldur Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:50 pm
((Hey there everyone! Guess what? Me and TUM argued for ages about why I didn't use the staff. Eventually we both realised that to cast the Ressurection...5 charges. Staff is done people. XDXD!))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:53 pm
((We will have to be extra careful, people))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Jan 17, 2006 3:37 am
"You're short three people," Derrik notes, "Things didn't go quite so well the last time you left short." Ryhir shrugs, "Last time was a matter of choice." Cedric looks at Derrik, his expression weary, "Something has occurred which makes it necessary that they remain behind..." Dark circles rest under the eyes of the Paladin and his face is pale, "Nothing can be done about it and it is a private matter that I will not discuss in public. We will have to suffice..."
"I know very well what the problem is. I expected Acacia to stay behind, but there are healers enough here for that sort of thing. She's in no danger," Derrik states.
Damas watches Derrik while rubbing his side where the knife had cut him the night before. The wound had started to close, but the thought of it still sent chills up his spine. The sorcerer turns towards Cedric for a moment and notes his weary expression, his lips curling into a tight frown. Cedric looks terrible... I would ask...but I have no wish to pry... He then turns back to Derrik and his expression goes strait. "I do not know what is wrong, but... Perhaps she wants people she trusts to stay with her?"
Cedric speaks softly, "She needs the company of those she trusts... It might not make sense to someone who deals in numbers and percentages but I will not rob her of comfort in this time. She needs the support of those she trusts." Emotion flashes for a moment distantly in the eyes of the Paladin, "Although I am thankful for your continued aid, I am offended that you would make yourself aware of such a personal affair."
"I keep my personal and business lives seperate. This is purely business. You're about to march into the lion's den and you expect to triumph without your full force? Did you even consult the woman you're protecting?" Derrik returns, the good humor usually in his voice not present. "I'm trying to keep you from making a mistake that could cost you lives. You don't have the luxury of a staff of life anymore," Derrik states, "If you die now... That's it."
"If you view it a mistake to tend to one's friends in their time of need, merchant Derrik..." Jokulligr calls out as he exits into the fortress courtyard, lack of sleep evident in his appearance.
[Diplomacy: 14 + 19 = 33]
"I am surprised that you do not know already that Amelios did..." Cedric responds flatly, "She summoned her last bits of strength and courage to ask us to leave her." The Paladin lets his response hang in the air for a moment, "However... Amelios and Joku could not abandon her so. However the lines may blur, compassion is one thing that will always separate us from those we fight against." Cedric replies, "To abandon one of our own in the midst of such a struggle would hurt us more than logic can state. We will not become what we fight against."
Derrik shakes his head. "Then take her with you, why not? It's a ways to Thames from here. Perhaps she'll be better by the time you arrive."
Cedric frowns, confusion appearing on his face, "Amelios...stated that it would be dangerous to do so..."
"Perhaps he's worrying more than he should. Normally an endearing trait, but a horrible one for a medic," Derrik notes.
Cedric frowns at this this.
Derrik rubs his eyes. "Go get your vaunted healer. Bring him here. I'll see if I can't solve this problem for you."
Jokulligr frowns at the merchant. "Friend Amelios is staying with Lady Acacia. She is in no condition to be travelling. With all your knowledge I would've assumed you would realize this."
"With all my knowledge, perhaps I know better," Derrik counters.
Ryhir sighs, and starts trotting off at a decent clip, "Be back shortly..."
Cedric crosses his arms, "How do you come across so much knowledge?"
Faralon muses, "Perhaps he's a bard..."
Ryhir and Amelios return moments later.
"Why am I here?" Amelios looks at Derrik curiously.
"What's your diagnosis of Acacia? Why exactly can't she be travelling with you, if she needs such care?" Derrik
Amelios stares stonily at the Merchant, and merely shakes his head. It's quite obvious as to why he refuses.
"I already know what her ailment is," Derrik states.
Cedric glares at Derrik, anger flashing in his eyes, "I told you it was a private matter not to be discussed in public. It is for her to tell when she is ready, not something to be spoken of with such disregard."
"You're wagering quite a lot on such a quaint thing as comfort," Derrik says, anger flashing in his.
Amelios merely nods at what Cedric has said. "And who do you honestly think you are merchant?"
Faralon replies, "This is Derrik Swiftjoke - he's the merchant we buy and sell from."
Ryhir watches the exchange, a frown on his face.
"A buyer and seller of things," Derrik says, "And also a person who can't understand why you're taking such drastic measures to a simple problem."
Kethra stands near Faralon with her arms crossed, her left eye twitching. "Perhaps..." The young monk shakes her head and looks at everyone else, *This is getting ludicrous... Why can't problems never be solved without anger or snipping?*
"And what would you do about it?" Amelios smiles wistfully at the Merchant. Wondering how one who appeared so friendly, could twist so quickly.
"You can take her with you and tend to her on the way. Her wounds are mostly healed, and the rest will be taken care of with magic. All she requires, if she does require that, is emotional support," Derrik states flatly, "So convert the cart into a bed and take her with you. That's my first solution."
Cedric continues to stare at Derrik, "Comfort? No, it is not comfort but respect and compassion. Where is your respect for her as a living creature? A being such as yourself?" The Paladin examines his flatly, "If this matter concerns you so, why do you not offer to transport her to us once she recovers? It is clearly in your power... Instead you are making a public display of this woman's pain."
Derrik smiles wanly, "Actually, that was my second option. Thank you for bringing it up."
Cedric grows silent.
"Yes, I can transport her to Thames. I can even take charge of her here and now, and guarantee you a full recovery," Derrik says.
Faralon frowns, Like anyone's going to trust him with her...
Amelios nods. "It is not a bad plan, however...And as for emotional support...you wish to bundle her up in a cart, and throw her into battle? Against the creatures that caused her so much pain?" He stops and sighs again.
"No charge at all for such good customers..." Derrik replies, "Not at all, Thames is long enough away that she should be healed by then." Derrik's eyes harden, "...and I can think of no better therapy than destroying what caused her suffering."
Comfortability? Would she be so comfortable with Derrik watching over her? Can we even afford to be comfortable right now? Faralon merely shakes his head at the situation. This is all very depressing...
"Destroy? No one heals through that! It is not a way to help emotional pain! Do not dare to suggest that. And though what you propose is indeed not a bad idea... There are a few things You may not have taken into consideration."
Damas groans and rests his hand on his forehead. This is not called for... Derrik is trying to help us, true, but he is not considering her feelings... I wish I knew more, but it is not my right to know...
For a moment anger flashes in Derrik's eyes, then it is replaced by a cool calculating look. "I... disagree. But do go ahead. What am I not taking into consideration?"
"Amelios, it is indeed a way to heal. A wrong must be righted by punishment that matches the crime, and if this is as bad as it sounds, destruction of the perpetrators is more than within reason." Kanmeshi states.
Faralon whispers, "A poison, of sorts. If not removed from one limb, it will spread to the others..."
He shakes his head at Kanmeshi. "And what about Acacia's own feelings? Will you move her around against her own will? Just to better your own interests?" He shakes his head, and sighs again, "Forgive me. That was uncalled for. However...if she consents to what you suggest, I have no objections. She however...does not seem to be herself. Asking her things is difficult."
Cedric raises a hand, "Enough..." He sighs, a weary expression on his face, "You will take Amelios and Joku with you...that is unconditional... We will pay for their transportation."
"And what if someone attacks you on the way?" Derrik asks, tilting his head.
Cedric looks at Derrik sternly, "We will fight all the fiercer for not having to worry for her. I am sorry, I cannot leave her alone among strangers and without trusted friends."
Derrik narrows his eyes, but smiles. "You're going to find that in war, difficult choices must be made. I have one last bit of information to sell to you, once you receive it you'll see why I'm so concerned."
Cedric responses to Derrik coldly, "Don't preach to me like I'm some child. Everyone here has faced war, your condescension is out of line."
"If you are so anxious for us all to go together, perhaps you should make it free." Amelios, his familar smile back in place, that selfsame emotional wall.
Faralon exclaims, "Out with the last bit of information. I must know it."
"I'm merely reminding you of something most people would rather forget, Cedric," Derrik says, then he laughs. "Very good, Amelios... Yes, I will give you this for free. You've learned the first lesson of haggling very well."
Cedric's eyes narrow, "The shrine to Mitula has been closed they say..."
"You know the rumor that clerical power has been weakening?" Derrik asks.
"It seems not to be a rumour." Amelios sighs, remembering a particular battle with undead.
The Paladin nods, "Yes, I felt it as well..."
Faralon asks, "What's happening?"
Damas looks look Faralon then back at Derrik. "Yes, please tell us..."
"Yes indeed, closed past even my ability to infiltrate. A pity, I had hoped to have tea with the lovely goddess," Derrik says with a chuckle. Then he gets serious again, "It's no rumor. The highest levels of divine magic are no longer accessible."
"She's not there...is she?" Amelios frowns, it being the only reason the temple is often closed.
Cedric nods, "I fear as much..."
"...is this true for both sides of the balance, or merely for the light?" Kanmeshi asks nervously.
"So it is true then?" Damas asks with slight alarm. "This does not bode well..."
Faralon wonders aloud, "Who said she ordered the temple to close?"
Derrik shrugs. "Despite my desire to... see the goddess, she's nowhere to be found. My belief is that she's still within her Temple."
"But why would she order the temple closed? It makes little sense at all." Amelios ponders this, searching for a reason. Any reason. "The Strife Lords...Have they weakened the Earth Orb?"
"What do you think? The realm of the dead is theirs now. That staff of life was a lucky find, no more exists the power to raise the dead." Derrik continues, "Only in relics and items crafted before this darkening will you find that particular power."
"So if you die now... that's it. No ressurection. No coming back. You're gone." Derrik states flatly.
Amelios shakes his head vigourously. "You do not understand. She would not be ordered by her attendants..."
Derrik shrugs. "The status of Mitula is unknown to me, I will look into it further I can assure you, but I have other things to find. A great many matters require my immediate attention in these... troubled times."
Damas attempts to contain the fear that grips at him, but he ends up biting his lip and drawing a small drop of blood.
"The Master Merchant's opinion is not one to brush aside." Amelios mutters.
Ryhir shakes his head, "Says the one who has been arguing him all this time" Ryhir comments with a slight smirk on his otherwise thoughtful face.
"Because of that, healers are in high demand now. Because since death is such a permanent thing now, the only thing that remains is to prevent it." Derrik continues, "So it's in your interest to allocate your healing with great care."
Faralon wonders, "Is it really so bad that the goddess would flee and hide? I've not heard tales that would say Mitula was a coward."
Amelios snorts. "I see now. It's not them. It's merely me. You wish me to come along with them."
Derrik nods, "You and the monk. Both of you have the gift of healing."
Ryhir walks up behind Cedric and whispers in his ear, "Perhaps it would be wise to reach into he pockets of the party fund for some extra healing magics, considering the news.
Cedric nods softly without turning his attention away from the debate.
"Jokulligr will never leave her side. Not even you could budge him on this I believe." Amelios' voice tails away. And his face hardens. "And what is Acacia to you? Other than a bargaining chip for me and Jokulligr!?"
"Is one life worth the risk of the world? I understand Derrik's stance on this. Acacia's condition is unfortunate, but we don't have the time to wait - nor a surplus of resources..."Faralon sighs, "If you would rather stay here, you can do so. We can't choose for you. But if we fail, you might find yourself with regret."
"Acacia is one more reason to bring down the Strife Lords and annhiliate their works," Derrik says, simply.
Cedric frowns at this outburst, "Amelios! That is quite enough." The Paladin looks at the healer sternly, "What has come over you?"
"I shall curb my tongue then. Cedric. You are the leader. And if you but stay the word, I shall come along." Amelios merely smiles coldly, his face devoid of warmth, "However. Even you cannot seperate those two."
The Paladin shakes his head, "Your words are filled with rage... Calm yourself and think how you are representing the Goddess."
Jokulligr scowls at Faralon's comment, a rare expression for him as he looks at the bard. "Friend Faralon...if it were someone you cared about in Lady Acacia's position...would your stance be the same?"
Faralon shrugs, "Emotions cloud judgment...Maybe. Maybe not. With a clear head, I can easily see the better choice. Sorry if that offends you. It's not that I don't care about Acacia."
"I do not recall the Goddess advocating the sacrifice of one for the benefit of many. I am angry yes. But this...is this what the Goddess Represents Cedric?" Amelios responds in a challenging voice.
"I can guarantee Acacia's welfare," Derrik says, simply. "And perhaps you wouldn't be attacked on the way. Perhaps this is all unneccesary. But can you take that chance?"
Cedric frowns, his eyes meeting the healer's as he speaks in a heavenly tongue, "What motivates you to such vehemence? The Goddess hates the wicked but reaches out to them in love and compassion."
"It is...so very...unfair. Look at what has Happened to Acacia. And he wishes to bundle her up in a cart...I cannot keep my temper at such things. Forgive me. I lost my way for a moment." Amelios responds in Celestial.
Cedric continues in the heavenly tongue, "It is a horrible thing... I can well understand your anger but I am not suggesting that we cart her away. I will sacrifice none of you, remember my vow?"
Amelios shakes his head sadly "I should not even be thinking this but...why do I get the feeling that...they wish me along....to save their own skins?" Amelios shuts his eyes tightly, hating what he has just said in celestial. "I detest myself for that...but..."
Cedric looks down, speaking softly in the heavenly tongue, "When I was tempted by the Strife Lord, similar thoughts did come to my mind...even if they are true we must not falter... We are not as other men, it is not our place to question who is worthy of salvation. I will leave the choice to you... Jokulligr will stay with her regardless, will you come with us or remain here?"
Amelios sighs, and bows his head, speaking in celestial. "I am being selfish. It is not fair to deny them my powers so I can focus on one person. I shall go with you all. And yet...I get the feeling, that she will feel abandoned. Isolated. Yet once more. It's not fair to them..." Amelios stares at Cedric, despair surrounding him.
"Jokulligr will be with her..." Cedric whispers reassuringly in celestial.
"Indeed. And the two will be alone once more. Very well.[i]" Amelios shakes his head, the smile returning to his face, but it lacked it's usual warmth.
Cedric frowns sadly, continuing in celestial, "[i]I understand but...what can we do? We are charged to help those we can but how can we chose? Which wounds are more important?"
"Derrik seems to have done that very well." Amelios, stiffens, shaken at what he has said. "I shall say no more. I must meditate on these matters..."
The monk looks to Derrik. "You speak of her healing physically, but what of emotionally? How do you percieve she recover so soon from the tragedy she has just experienced?"
"My people are of the belief that everyone has a role to play. For the majority of us, there is nothing we can do for Acacia. What more can either the Monk or Amelios do for Acacia that trained healers cannot do as well?" Ryhir says.
Kethra looks at Faralon cooly but does not say anything. She then looks back to the others.
"As for the emotional scars... those are not so easily tended. Either Acacia is so wounded of her heart that she shall not be able to fight again for some time, or she can struggle past her pain."
"You are all of one mind then. I see." Amelios smiles sadly at them all.
Faralon glances at Kethra. Could I make such a decision if...He glances back at Derrik.
"This is too big of a chance... and time is a factor..." Derrik says, suddenly grave. "Just let me take care of Acacia and be on your way."
Ryhir looks to Amelios. "I know you wish for her to be healed fully and wholely, mind, body, and soul, but I truely do not know what healing of the heart we can do for her. Religion is not always a comfort, As has already been seen once."
Kethra thinks to herself for a moment. So if we die...that's it... So many things left unsaid... Perhaps now is the time to say them? Before we march to our potential demise? The monk sighs heavily and looks towards Faralon again.
"I am surprised you speak so freely on this...Ryhir." Jokulligr looks over his shoulder at the one he's addressing. "You should know well how much it helps one dealing with loss to have friends to share their emotional burdens."
"And I've seen how well you've been able to handle such as well, Dragonman." Ryhir comments drily.
Faralon snaps, "...We don't have time to argue. Save your frustrations for the enemy."
"Indeed," Damas adds with a frown. "It will not help the matter, anyway."
Jokulligr turns to face Ryhir now, glaring at him angrily. "What are you insinuating?"
Kethra shakes her head and moves towards Jokulligr and Ryhir.
"I'm insinuating that you have no people skills, and that if you suggest you stay to help her heal, that she'd be better off in Swiftjoke's company." Ryhir responds bitterly.
"Stop it," Kethra says sternly with an underlying tone of compassion. "This will solve nothing..."
Ryhir stops on the verge of further retort, merely shakes his head and turning away.
Kethra shakes her head sadly and sighs deeply. "Why must we always fight like this? I thought we were supposed to be helping each other," she says in a hurt tone.
Faralon snaps, "Now is not the time to argue amongst ourselves! We have enough on our plates to handle right now... Making enemies amongst ourselves is the worst thing that can happen!" Frustration is quite evident on Faralon's face now.
Amelios speaks quietly. "That will be enough. I shall go with you all. Derrik will look after Acacia. And Jokulligr will accompany her." The Cleric stops talking and walks up to one of the carts, sitting in it quite alone.
Cedric turns back to the others, "Enough of this... I know not the source of this conflict but now is most certainly NOT the time to be dealing with it.
Kethra lays her hand on Jokulligr's shoulder. "We know you wouldn't... Everyone is just so tense right now, and some are not thinking clearly... I know it is not an excuse, but..." The young monk sighs.
"Derrik, I appreciate your concern but Jokulligr must remain with her. He is all that she has left." Cedric states, "Please care for her."
Derrik sighs. "I suppose that will work as well."
"Kyoji, please inform Lady Yeesha that we need to depart shortly. Haste must be made." Cedric looks to the ninja.
"Hai... er, yes," Kyoji says, turing to fetch the archmage.
A slight motion of Derrik's robe and an orange portal opens behind him. "Jokulligr, if you would?"
Amelios sits in the cart, face sad, and he begins to ponder how people change in various situations. He shakes off his feelings and begins to try to meditate, needing to clear his mind.
"Just step through the portal, Jokulligr," Derrik says, fiddling with a small device.
"You want me to push you? Come on now," Derrik says as he finishes and puts the device away. "Or stay here and go with the group, but I thought you wanted to stay with the lady."
Cedric looks at Ryhir quietly for a moment, then looks back to Jokulligr, "Good fortune..."
The dragonman sighs heavily, trying to relax himself as he listens to Kethra but failing miserably. He looks up once more at the turned Ryhir, then at the fellow monk and nods before turning towards Cedric.
Damas grits his teeth and heads towards the cart. What a time to break down into fighting... The young sorcerer stops short and thinks to himself for a moment. If I die...my ghost problem will not be much of a problem anymore... Chills run up and down his spine at the thought, but he tries to mask the fear while he waits for the others.
"Good fortune to you as well.", he says quietly, before bowing his head to the paladin and turning and walking through the portal without another word, wishing to get away from the situation as soon as he could.
Jokulligr disappears along with the portal and Derrik bows in a dramatic fashion, "Well that was pleasant. I'll be leaving now. Have a good trip," Derrik says.
Cedric nods quietly, "Keep both of them from harm... May we live to see brighter times."
"Take care of Acacia," Kethra says plainly before moving towards the cart.
"Of course," Derrik says as he vanishes.
Yeesha arrives shortly after that and takes her place in the cart.
"Merkass, Ryhir, Brand, Rachel, and Kyoji... I want you to take shifts scouting ahead." Cedric states, "I have no desire to be caught in another ambush."
That said, Cedric begins walking from the castle as the cart under the skilled hands of Elias starts on its way.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 17, 2006 3:48 am
The time passes quickly as the group travels. A few times the scouts locate and dispose of ambushes and raids, but nothing of truly worthwhile attention. Only bandits and small groups of feral undead. Then, a week in, the group makes camp early...
: "Damas, this is where you and whoever wishes to go with you will depart for the night. We'll be camping here all night. It's only a short hike from here to your guild... Go in safety."

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Jan 17, 2006 5:03 am
"Thank you Lady Yeesha." Damas bows his head to her slightly and prepares his things. Cedric looks at Damas softly, "Come friend..." He pulls outs a heavy cloak from the cart, "I am ready to join with you." As he is doing so, he hear's Cedric's voice. The sorcerer looks over his shoulder, slightly puzzled. "...I could not ask such a thing of you Cedric," he says modestly.
The Paladin shakes his head, "Then I am glad that you are not asking..." Cedric pulls the hood of the cloak over his head, "Allow me to accompany you... This is not something that you should face alone." He looks out, away from the camp, "While not an expert, I have some understanding of spirits and can protect you if it becomes necessary."
"You speak as if I am some damsel in distress," Damas says with mock anger before smiling. "I appreciate it, Cedric."
The Paladin speaks softer now, "I will restrain myself until you ask for aid. Others closer might interfere out of concern for you, I do not believe Isyndel and Kethra should come... Restless spirits are horrible things..."
"You are right, I do not want to burden them with such a thing." Damas looks at them for a moment and then turns back to Cedric.
Cedric is looking towards the isolated healer, "In his current state, I say the same for Amelios." The paladin looks back, "Is there anyone else who you would like to accompany us?"
"Amelios is in no state to come with us..." Damas says softly and then adds in a slightly higher tone. "Excuse me." He dismisses himself briefly and walks towards Faralon.
"Faralon...?" Damas asks softly.
Damas sighs, seeing that Faralon seems to have dozed off. That being the case he makes his way back towards Cedric. "It is just us then, I suppose. Shall we go?"
Cedric looks at Damas and nods, "I am prepared..."
Damas smiles wryly. "I really hate to be a bother like this...but know I really appreciate it."
The Paladin shakes his head, "It's not a bother." The two then make their way into the night.
Li sits within Damas' cloak and shudders. My master is insane... At least Cedric is within us though...

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Jan 17, 2006 9:11 am
Night falls swiftly as time passes and the light fades. A cold wind picks up as the two travelers progress. The wind grows stronger, howling through the trees. Damas and Cedric hear nothing distinct as they move along. The wind continues to blow as Cedric and Damas advance. The group sees faint lights out of the corner of their eyes that disappear when looked at. Damas hears a faint voice on the wind. "You can't hide..."
Cedric speaks softly, "Damas, did you see that?"
"Strange... I could swear I saw..." Damas cuts himself short, hearing the faint voice on the wind. His expression suddenly goes blank, and his eyes widen slightly.
"What is it?"
"I...I heard something," he stammers.
His eyes narrowing, the holy knight nods, "We should continue..."
"Yes," Damas says solemnly.
The two continue to advance.
Another voice as the wind blows harder for a moment. "Blood... yours..." Only Damas hears it. Suddenly Damas is drenched in blood and around him are the corpses of those killed in the guild.
Damas eyes widen at the words that pass through his ears and the scene before him changes. The young sorcerer sees himself drenched in blood, and the corpses of those killed litter the ground around him. "Not this again," he whimpers.
Cedric looks at Damas, his voice filled with concern, "Not what?"
Damas sinks to his knees as tears stream down him face. "...Stop it..." he whispers softly, and then adds in a bit more of a pleading tone.”What did I do?"
The paladin speaks firmly, "Damas... We need to press on to the heart of this, no matter how difficult it might be... We must reach your former home if we are to end this."
Suddenly, the visions vanish and Damas finds himself kneeling on the ground. His gaze turns to Cedric and his eyes widen slightly, the sorcerer quickly bringing up his arm to wipe the tears away. He stands, but feels a little wobbly so he leans on his staff.
Cedric reaches out a hand to aid him, then stops, "Come..."
Damas nods solemnly. "All right..." *I honestly don't know how much more I can take...* he thinks to himself.
The two continue on.
As the pair reaches a hill, a voice suddenly speaks inside Damas' mind. "What's the last thing you remember... from that place...?" Visions of the guild on fire overcome Damas' memory, and of a hand drenched in blood.
"...I...I...remember...waking up and finding everyone... Feeling so powerless that I could not save my friends... Then...I allowed Valkana to lead me away...and...I felt a stab... I...looked back and saw her face..." Damas replies sadly. "...I do not understand why all of this is happening..."
The vision fades after a bit.
After the vision fades from his mind, he shakes his head and starts walking again.
"You were the only one to escape... the taste of your blade was bitter..." a voice says in Damas' head.
"W-what do you mean? I do not understand... Tell me, please..." Damas whimpers pleadingly.
"Your understanding... you can never know..." the voice says bitterly. Damas now recognizes the voice as Amon's.
"You can't escape... you... you can't escape..." Valkana's voice echoes in Damas' mind.
"Amon..." Damas says softly. "I...I... We were friends... How can you say these things?"
Suddenly Damas' dagger jerks free from its sheath and jams itself into Damas' side.
"Ahh!" Damas cries in pain.
"How can you say these things..." the voice whispers back as it fades away.
Damas pulls the dagger from his side but it soon falls from his hand. He falls to his knees once more and weeps openly.
Cedric looks at Damas, a concerned and confused expression on his face, "Damas?"
"You were all my friends...my family... I loved you... Why are you doing this to me?" he asks with tears flowing down his face. He then slams his fists into the ground and cries out loudly. "WHY!?"
Damas hears a muted voice saying words he can't understand in an almost pleading tone. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Valkana's ghost look down at him, her face torn with anguish. Then she turns and walks deeper into the forest.
"...Valkana..." He murmurs.
"Valkana?" Cedric asks. Cedric looks around puzzled.
Damas uses his staff to stand up and shakily follows after Valkana.
At last, the group comes to a great open clearing, the burnt remains of a great building clearly seen jutting from the center.
"Did we deserve to die? Did we all deserve to die???" Amon's voice asks, outraged in Damas' head.
"No, of course you didn't!" He cries in anguish in response to Amon.
"You were the only survivor," Valkana says, simply. "I tried to save you..."
He then hears Valkana's voice. "...Save me? B-but...how did you end up like this?" He cries. "Why did this happen?"
"You can't escape..." Valkana's voice repeats. Then it finishes the sentence. "...from your past. Or yourself."
Damas finds himself back in the guild, excitedly working on a new ritual he was learning. A ritual to summon a familiar. But not just any familiar would do. He was going to summon the best he could, and was researching ways to augment the summoning circle.
**Flash**
Damas is now talking with Valkana on the subject of the ritual.
"Don't you think it's a bit... risky?"
"You're one to talk..."
"Yeah, but... Eh, you're probably right. Think it'll be able to talk?"
"Probably. I bet it'll be something cool, like a pseudo dragon!"
"Oh, I've always wanted to see one of those..."
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The scene fades away as it shows Damas drawing the ritual circle and preparing, then performing the ritual. Valkana stands nearby, watching.
"Do you remember yet? That night..."
Damas says nothing.
And the scene continues.
The scene continues as the spell is invoked. The circle glows blue and Valkana claps her hands, happily. Then the circle glows red and she stops as Damas suddenly cries out in pain. The circle explodes in a puff of black smoke and sight is obscured.
"Damas! Damas!!!" Valkana says, through the smoke.
The scene continues to Auril talking with Amon, along with a healer. All are beside Damas, who lies in bed, eyes closed. The three talk, not noticing as Damas' eyes open again, with a blank expression. Slowly his hand reaches for the dagger on his belt, hung so carelessly over the nightstand...
Auril turns and smiles as she sees Damas awake. "Ah, Damas, we wer-"
Auril is cut off as Damas is out of the bed in a second, plunging the knife into Auril's chest, then across her throat.
"Damas? What?" Amon asks; dumbfounded as the magic user turns and with an expression of utter bliss drives his dagger into Amon's gut as he takes Amon's dagger from the sheath and flings it at the healer, who was in the midst of reaching for a mace at his side.
The healer falls back as Damas finishes off Amon and leaps at the cleric, stabbing the holy man repeatedly.
The scene blurs forward, and Damas leaves the room only after cutting up and mangling the corpses of his dead friends to a horrible extent. He exits the room, drenched in blood as he hears female laughter from down the hall and smiles, walking toward it, knife in hand.
The rest of the night plays out as Damas stalks and kills the apprentices of the guild, horribly maiming each of them until at last he comes to Valkana.
Damas watches blankly, tears streaming down his face.
"Damas... No... You... This isn't you... This can't be you..." she says, voice wavering as she steps back.
"You know something..." Damas says in a hoarse and deep voice. "You are absolutely right..."
Damas raises the dagger as Valkana shakes her head and screams, lunging at Damas. Valkana's short sword protrudes from Damas' ribs as he grunts with the force of the assault.
"Dirty bitch," he growls as he backhands her to the ground and holds her neck down while driving his dagger into her gut and biting into her neck, chewing on her flesh even as she still lives.
The scenes blurs out.
When it comes into focus again, the guild is burning and Damas is walking forward, awash in blood, deranged smile on his face.
"I've got a body, I've got a body..." he chuckles in a horrible sing song voice.
Damas hears suddenly, quite separate from the scene. "I tried to save you," Valkana says, simply.
As the other Damas walks away from the guild, Valkana is there again, her death wounds clearly visible, but her form translucent and clear.
Damas sees her and growls. "What?"
Tears stream down the sorcerer's face as he watches. However, he can find no words.
"GET OUT!!!!" Valkana shrieks as she dives into Damas, vanishing into his body.
Damas twitches and flails, losing control as his body becomes a battleground. Finally, with a great roar, a cloud of billowing grayish blue smoke rolls from Damas' nostrils and mouth, forming into the shape of a Gizmo devil. The devil shrieks and streaks into the night as Damas stands up shakily. Mechanically, the sorcerer steps forward, putting one foot in front of another, like a puppet.
The scene blurs out as Damas comes at last to the village of Thames. He collapses in a heap as a group of villagers see him and scream for the town healer.
Valkana exits Damas' body as the others leave to get help, gently kissing his cheek before vanishing, tears streaming down her incorporeal cheeks.
The vision ends.
Cedric is standing beside Damas, looking at the sorcerer with concern.
Damas looks on, his mouth agape and his eyes wide with fear. "It was me..." He closes his eyes then, though tears still escape. "I...I...did this?"
Cedric pauses, a sudden realization dawning on his face. Earlier.... Damas wasn't fighting with anything. He pulled his dagger and stabbed himself. Why didn't I notice then? He takes a step back, uncertain what to do.
He finally loses the strength in his legs and sinks to his knees. "O...oh god... I...I really did it..." Damas begins to sob openly.
Cedric stands there silently.
"...No wonder...all of them...hate me..." The sorcerer hangs his head. "They should..."
A soft, white glow begins to shine from the rubble.
Damas looks up a bit - his eyes transfixed on the glow. Shakily he stands, using his staff and moves towards it.
Valkana's skeleton, dagger still wedged in the ribs is beneath the glow. The glow resolves itself into the form of Valkana, looking at Damas with sorrowful eyes.
Cedric walks after Damas slowly, a wary expression on his face.
"Valkana..." Damas looks away from her, ashamed.
"I tried to save you," Valkana's voice says, softly. "But I couldn't. Not from yourself."
"...Why?" he asks sorrowfully. "I didn't deserve it..."
"You didn't stop tormenting yourself over it. Not even after you made yourself forget," Valkana says. "Even now you won't forgive yourself."
"How can I ever forgive myself?" Tears stream down Damas' face like waterfalls. "I loved you...and yet I killed you..."
"The Gizmo you accidentally summoned killed me. Not you..." Valkana says, her voice wavering. "I... I loved you too... That's why I want you to stop torturing yourself. That's why we all want you to stop."
Damas offers no answer - he merely cries.
Cedric rests a hand softly on Damas' shoulder but remains silent.
"You've suffered enough in the time since then... There were no ghostly attacks..." Valkana says as Damas flashes back to the time in the castle with the knives.
Now he sees himself dropping to his knees and screaming as he flails around, scattering the utensils everywhere until he finally grabs one and cutting himself before dropping the knife and crying as Valkana appeared.
"Every time... I tried to help you... To snap you out of it... But I just made things worse..." Valkana says, ashamed.
Damas finally looks back to her.
"Do you really think Amon or Auril would do that to you?" Valkana asks, sadly.
"All of this time...I thought... Oh god...I...I'm so sorry..."
"We know you are," Valkana says softly. "Sorry for using an unsafe ritual circle. Sorry for not being strong enough to fight off the devil's incursion into your mind. Sorry for everything... We know. You've told us before... Before you forgot... Before the pain of it all was too much and rather than deal with it, you decided to lock it all away..." Valkana continues. "But you can't escape your past. And so it came out in hallucinations and fits..."
"That's what you meant that night...at the castle..." Damas murmurs.
"Yes... Please... you can't keep living like this... You can't forget and you can't remember all the time..." Valkana says, almost pleadingly. "The dead belong with the dead, the past with the past."
Damas' blood red eyes shine with tears. "Valkana...I..."
"Just let our bones rest here, in this place we loved," Valkana asks her voice fraught with sorrow. "That's... that's all we want. Let the earth embrace us again... Just live..."
"Live... Live for what?" he asks blankly. "I have nothing left..."
"That's a lie..." Valkana says, softly. "You know that's not true... You have new friends now."
"They'd all... If they ever found out..." Damas says shakily.
Valkana smiles sadly. "Why don't you ask your companion how they'd react?"
"You mean Cedric..." he murmurs, the question coming out as more of a statement.
"Yes. Why don't you tell him and see how he reacts?"
"Cedric..." Damas says softly. "I..." The young sorcerer tells Cedric everything that happened, all the memories he suppressed... All the while he cannot contain his tears.
Cedric ponders what the sorcerer says for a long moment, then replies, "It was not your fault, Damas." He looks at the skeleton, "I know it is difficult but you must not continue tormenting yourself. The devil caused this, not you." Cedric looks at Damas firmly, "Grant the girl's wish... Live. I would continue to accept you even if you had been to blame for this...as long as you had truly repented. Let go of your guilt and let the blame fall where it should."
"...Cedric...I...thank you...but I need time..."
Cedric nods, "I understand..." The Paladin takes a few steps back, "Do what you need to, I will wait."
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Damas turns back to Valkana. "...I'll try..." Damas says softly. "I'll try to live...Just pass this along to the others, hmm? Send my regards and such?" He smiles sadly.
"They already know," Valkana says as she is enveloped with light. For a brief moment, Damas sees his other friends' outlines behind her, and then the light grows blinding. When it fades, so does Valkana.
After witnessing Valkana's spirit being put to rest, a surge of invigorating energy envelops Cedric and Damas. They are moved to tears almost by the beauty of one soul ascending to their final reward. Their souls feel stronger for having seen it, fortified. Layers of bitterness and spite are washed away by the sight.
Damas closes his eyes, a few tears leaking from them. "I love you..." he murmurs while staring at the skeleton beneath the rubble. He kneels down and looks about for anything that might still be there, something to remind him of her and the others... He was not about to let himself forget again... Damas finds a small locket that belonged to Valkana among the debris. He takes it in his hand gently and looks at it. "...You always had a love for trinkets and anything shiny..." he says with a half hearted chuckle. He brushes his hair aside and puts the locket around his neck.
There is a long period of silence as Damas kneels before the remains of Valkana, and he does not utter even a word. After some time, he begins to dig the skeleton out of the rubble, sharp pieces of rock cutting his hands in places.
Cedric comes to him and offers to aid the sorcerer, and he eventually consents despite his first few refusals. The two work for a couple of hours to gather what remains of everyone Damas knew, giving them proper burials.
The sorcerer makes small headstones for the graves out of what he can find, carving names into the material until he reaches those most important to him: Sapphire Aeras...Amon Jarshal...Auril Di'manacia...Valkana Norovir... The young elf allows Cedric to give them their last rites, and then spends a little time there. "I suppose this is goodbye...for now. You're all up there...watching me and waiting for that inevitable day when we'll be reunited again... Until that time, I promise I will try my best to live for all of you..."
Damas leans forward and plants a soft kiss on Valkana's headstone, then slowly backs away. He looks at the locket that used to belong to her and smiles softly. "I will take good care of it..." After his final goodbyes, Damas turns back to Cedric and moves towards the paladin, leaning on his staff. "Let's go back... The others must be worried..."
((There you have the true past of Damas Heretic *Sniffle* I hope you all found it interesting, and that now perhaps you understand a little more why our sullen sorcerer is the way he is... Bed time for me now @_@))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Jan 18, 2006 5:34 am
As Cedric and Damas make their way back to the camp, the Paladin pauses for a moment staring down an old worn path. His eyes shine wistfully for a moment, then he sighs and continues on. The two return to the camp but Cedric remains awake for a long time, thinking on what he had witnessed.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Jan 18, 2006 8:56 am
Damas moves through the camp and towards his own little spot with a wistful expression on his face. He does not seem to note the others for the time being as he is currently lost within is own thoughts. Once he comes to his tent, he crawls inside and puts his gear into a small corner he had cleared out just for that purpose. The sorcerer then crawls into his bedroll and stares at the "roof" of the tent for some time. His body eventually goes slack, and his gaze becomes distant. For the first time in a long time, his trance is peaceful and he has no nightmares...
((He has gone into trance for the night. Anyone who has questions about what happened in the morning is free to ask them ^_^;;))

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Jan 18, 2006 9:01 am
Van was fully aware that he needed to sleep, but the fact that a major battle was coming up very soon kept him from relaxing enough to nod off. On top of that he wasn't too thrilled with Rachel coming along as he didn't want to see her hurt, but also because he already proved in his mind that he couldn't control himself around her. So Van was sitting upright, afraid of what may happen.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Jan 19, 2006 2:23 am
((I gave a map to Kai for tactical briefing. Waiting on him or someone else to post about the plans and preparations I assume you'll be wanting to do.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Jan 19, 2006 5:36 am
Cedric gathers the group together before the assault on headquarters of the Chaos Cult. He lays out the crude map drawn by the scouts and begins to outline the attack plan. Resources - 1610 gp charged to party fund Three Scrolls of Spider Climb
Two Scrolls of Summon Swarm
One Scroll of Mirror Image
One Scroll of Passwall
Demolition Pack
"At great risk to themselves, Merkass and Kyoji have drawn up this map for us. As you can see the castle is heavily fortified. We know that it contains drowned eye, cultists, and a number of fiends... It's other inhabitants are unknown." Cedric looks around the group, "We must be cautious."
"We will use explosives to destroy the gate at this point." Cedric points at a large red circle on the map, "Then rush into the fortress. However...this will not be the only point of entry."
The Paladin points to a large green circle, "I have purchased a scroll of passwall that Ashathel's team will use to enter the fortress here. Ashathel, you will also be allocated a scroll of mirror image and a scroll of summon swarm. Use them wisely... The survivors of the Shining Force will also enter here."
Cedric looks at Merkass, pointing at a large purple circle, "With the exception of A.D.A.M., your team will utilize scrolls of spider climb to climb the wall at this point and provide ranged support. You will be joined by one arcane magic user chosen by Faralon. A scroll of summon swarm will be used from the position to hamper the movement of our enemy."
Cedric points back at the large red circle, "This will be the major point of contention. We will need to move swiftly to survive. A.D.A.M., Amelios' team, Ryhir's team, myself, and the remainder of Faralon's team will assault here." The Paladin looks at the archwizardess, "Lady Yeesha... I must ask for your aid in this battle even though pains you. Will you fight with the other survivors of the Shining Force and Ashathel's squad?"
"Kyoji you will place the explosive on the gate, after which you are free to move as you see fit." Cedric glances at Brand, "The strike team is free to move as they will." The Paladin looks around, "I have attempted to spread the healers across the battlefield. However, I would recommend purchasing additional healing supplies...esspecally for members of the strike team and the ranged unit atop the wall."
Cedric frowns, looking at several black circles on the map, "We don't know what these are... Be cautious of them and examine them if you can do so safely. They may prove to be dangerous." Finally Cedric points at a large orange circle, "Avoid assaulting this inner keep in possible until the outer area is cleared...then we'll regroup and decide on a course of action. Questions?"
"These circles are buildings. They look to be barracks or something of that nature." Kyoji says.

QUOTE
Melee 1 Leader: Ryhir Kethra, Laika, Kanmeshi Melee 2 Leader: Ashathel
Aurik, Van, Castor
Melee 3
Leader: Amelios
Gabriel, Jokulligr, Acacia
Strike
Brand, Kyoji
Ranged
Leader: Merkass
Zook, Rachel
Magic
Leader: Faralon
Rhizor, Isyndel, Damas

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Jan 19, 2006 5:54 am
: "Yes, of course I will fight," Yeesha replies. ((Note to self: Cedric paid 1,500 for Derrik's information. Edit or post in on the morrow.))

Posted by: Rusty Thu Jan 19, 2006 5:59 am
((Faralon buys 12 Serpentstongue Arrows and 24 Regular Arrows. Priced total at 60 silver. With the 10% discount, that's 5 gold (50 silver) and 4 silver. w00t.)) : "I think Damas would be well-suited for the task. He shall go with Merkass' team."
((Note: editting to buy more equipment.))
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((But earlier...))
*It is early morning as Faralon stretches and gets out of bed. He exits his room and goes outside, spotting Damas sitting down. He approaches Damas to speak with him...*

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Jan 19, 2006 6:28 am
Cedric pays Derrik 1500 gold for information when the merchant fails to offer advice.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Jan 19, 2006 10:21 am
**Flashback to the morning after setting camp** Faralon: "Hello, Damas. What are you up to?" The young sorcerer looks up from the tree he is sitting beneath, his expression wistful. Strangely the elf is topless, wearing only pants and boots. The locket that had once belonged to Valkana is around his neck, but that is not the only noticeable thing. Damas has various scars - a quite nasty looking one on his stomach that looks like it had been caused by a sword, as well as two scars on his side from the dagger wounds he had inflicted on himself. "Nothing," he replies softly. "Just...enjoying the morning air..."
*Faralon looks at him. What...?* Faralon: "I heard briefly that you were returning to your guild last night..."
Damas sighs and looks away from the bard for a moment. "I...see." He then looks back after a moment. "You no doubt have questions as to the nature of my visit...and the nature of...'these'," he says while motioning to the scars.
Faralon: "I understand if you don't want to talk about it..."
"No, it is perfectly all right. I knew some one was bound to ask." Damas pats the ground beside him. "You may want to sit - it is a bit of a long story."
*Faralon looks at Damas, then at the ground. He closes his eyes, brushing his forehead lightly, then takes a seat.* Faralon: "Well, we've some time before half the force wakes up anyway..."
"Very true," Damas replies. "So...is there anything in particular you wish to know?"
Faralon: "I can't even think of where to begin to ask - aside from those scars."
"I kind of thought you would ask about those. Who wouldn't?" He chuckles slightly. "Well, this one here..." he says, pointing to the rather large one, "is from getting a short sword jammed between my ribs."
Faralon: "I don't fully understand the situation. Why would they attack you like that?"
"It was Valkana's sword that caused the wound, though you could say I deserved it at the time." Damas chuckles sadly. "You see, everything I thought I knew...every truth I clung to...turned out to be false."
Faralon: "What??? What are you talking about?"
Damas finally gives in and tells him everything about what really happened in that guild. He does not leave out one single detail, though he attempts to tone in down for the sake of Faralon's stomach. When he comes to the part about Valkana's spirit, there is a glint of sadness in his eyes. Then he finally finishes up with how he ended up in Thames in the care of the town healer. "Even though I was possessed, I never forgave myself..." Damas sighs. "Eventually the pain was too much, and I blocked it all out..."
Faralon: "...I see..." *Wow...I'm glad I didn't take up the studies my brother did...Is such magic really that dangerous?* Faralon: "I'm sorry..."
"Sorry? There is no need..." Damas replies. "I cursed myself enough for attempting to augment the summoning circle without knowing for sure if it would work..." Damas then continues with his story about what happened the night before. About how everything he had experienced were merely hallucinations and fits brought on by the memories he attempted to block out, and how Valkana had only been trying to help him - to snap him out of it. When he gets to Valkana and the others finally being put to rest, he seems a bit calmer than before. "This was hers..." he says, holding up the locket.”I promised to take good care of it... But even though they're at rest...I still miss them..."
*Faralon nods.* Faralon: "Of course....Well, at least you know the truth of what happened, so you should at least be sleeping easier from now on."
"I find it hard to let her go, simply because I loved her so much..." Damas smiles sadly. "After a successful summoning ritual, I was going to propose to her."
*Faralon remains silent, not sure what to respond.*
"It's all right...you do not have to say anything." Damas looks up at the sky longingly. "I wonder if she's in heaven, looking down on me... The others, too... I miss them terribly...but I will see them again someday. Until then I need to do my best to live life to its fullest... We know not when our time will come, so I think it is probably best to live every day as if it was your last... At least, that is my opinion."
*Today could be our last...* Faralon: "Yeah...I think her ghost appearing to you is proof that she has been watching over you."
"Yes, I think you're right." Damas leans back against the tree. "You know, since we have this really huge battle against the bad guys coming up, I think that if there is something you wish to tell anyone...you should probably be out with it. It is your choice, of course. I am merely making a suggestion."
*Terribly odd suggestion...Amelios didn't leak anything, did he? No...Damas wouldn't be talking to me if he did. Besides, I can't tell her now...Even if she's struck mortally again...She shouldn't die in pains of all forms. She doesn't deserve that.* Faralon: "Um, thanks, I guess. I know...We face a great danger soon. But we're the only force that can do it, it would seem. If anyone can stop the cult here, it is us."
"I hope I have no shaken your trust in me at all. That is the last thing we need, after all." Damas chuckles.
Faralon: "No. I trust you more now than I first did in our little adventure, if you'll remember… hehehe..."
"Oh yes, I remember." Damas grins. "More 'side effects' of being an idiot and not dealing with my problem. I mean there was a time when I would not have even thought of harming a fly."
Faralon: "...We all have problems, Damas. Don't ever think you're below anyone else. You're not one of the Chaos Cult after all, right? They have problems. Big problems. Us." *Faralon smirks.*
"That's the spirit," Damas replies with a broad grin. "I intend to give them a rather chilling greeting."
Faralon: "We'll all have to go over our battle plans when the rest of the group wakes up. As I'm not much of a fighter, I'll be support, as usual...Heh. I wonder what it is like on the front lines... Up close and personal with the enemies. I can't imagine it's good at all."
"Trust me when I say that being stabbed is no fun," Damas says with a slight chuckle.
Faralon: "Ah, I have been stabbed once or twice in this adventure, too. It's just been so long since I even attempted fighting in the front...But I'm obviously not suited for it. Though...I guess if you have enemies like The Silence running around, it doesn't really matter where you stand..." *Faralon sighs.*
"That was freaky, to tell you the truth." Damas sighs. "I have a feeling we have not seen the last of him, but at least he should be out of the game for a while."
Faralon: "Indeed. I do not like the weapon he uses...Ah well. I'll dwell on such things another time. Fresh air will do for now."
"Well, I do believe I need to go wake my familiar up and prepare for when we set out. Unless there is something else you need, of course," he says with a smile.
*Faralon shakes his head.* Faralon: "Only fresh air will do. The smell will be foul around the enemies." *Faralon says, smirking.*
"Nothing stinks worse then undead," Damas replies with a slight grin. "See you later."
*Faralon waves.* Faralon: "Fare well."
Damas smiles and walks off back towards his tent on the other side of camp.
((Damas sells...
Masterwork Dagger - 151 gold
Masterwork Composite Longbow [+1] - 250 gold
Frost Arrows (3) - 60 gold
Shock Arrows (3) - 60 gold
And buys...
Masterwork Light Crossbow - 301 gold, 5 silver
Holy Crossbow Bolts (10) - 1440 gold
Scroll of Spider Climb - 135 gold
Scroll of Magic Circle Against Evil - 337 gold, 5 silver
Potion of Cure Moderate Wounds - 270 gold
Potion of Cure Serious Wounds (2) - 1350 gold
Money Remaining...
187 gold, 3 silver))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Jan 19, 2006 9:49 pm
"Well, you'll be facing a number of cultists tinkers, soldiers, priests and mages," Derrik says, rubbing his chin. "And also some Bow-riders." "In addition to that, you've got some Drowned Eye reinforcements, not too many, but with those guys, a little goes a long way. They might have defenses in place for the inner keep, that'll make things rough."
"You can expect some undead, but not as much as you're used to. But they'll be strong," Derrik notes, walking around. "And you'll be seeing both devils and demons there."
"The undead have a death knight or two, in addition to at least one lich," Derrik continues. "Furthermore, the devils you'll face include at least one Cornugon, and a number of the bearded bastards."
"Expect some Bone and Chain devils too."
"The demons have for their part, a Glabrezu leading a force of Bebiliths and Vrocks. They have a pair of Retrievers with them, I believe."
"You can expect a few more Gray Render zombies, the cultists are fond of those, and also a golem or two," Derrik continues. "All the weaker monsters under their control will be pulled back when they see it's you. They know better than to waste troops at this point."
"Finally, expect a smattering of wyverns and tamed monsters acting as shock troops," Derrik finishes, "Oh, one more thing. Be on your guard. Shailtor may be in the area."
"What about the Silence?" Cedric asks.
"Yes, he's also around. Probably stalking you."
"My advice is to kill all of their spellcasters first. Followed by their healers. You don't want powerful spells aimed at you, and you don't want to have to keep wounding something that should've died a while ago because someone keeps healing its wounds."
Cedric shakes his head, disappointment on his face, "The information on the enemy was good but your tactics were simple and commonly practiced by us. Poor at best. I consider it a waste of resources so I will not be requesting tactical advice of that nature from you in the future. I will continue to purchase intelligence on the enemy."
The Paladin looks back to the others, "You heard him. Shailtor might be in the area. We need to be prepared... Suggestions?"
"I'm not done with advice," Derrik says sheepishly. "I'll also advise you to either destroy those barracks or bar their entrances. If you attack at night, there's bound to be sleeping troops in there, easily roused to defense."
"In addition to that, I'd recommend that Kyoji's group take the lower wall. His clan possess a skill that allows them to run up over walls," Derrik states.
"Kyoji could then open the secondary gate, letting everyone else through. Since he'd be invisible, there wouldn't even be an alarm set off. I'd also watch out for traps."
"Oh, and I'm not quite sure what that tower of crystal does, but I'm sure blowing it up would be a good thing. But you'd probably want to do that after you defeat the defenders. It poses no immediate threat. I'll include explosives for the tower at no charge, but they're an odd sort. You'll need to set them off with a magical spell. That's about it. I can't give more advice until I hear more on your plans, then I can comment on them."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Jan 20, 2006 12:38 am

QUOTE (Rusty @ Wed Jan 18, 2006 11:59 pm)
: "I think Damas would be well-suited for the task. He shall go with Merkass' team."

"Me? You want me to go up there?" Damas asks with a slight tone of shock.
Kethra speaks up at this point. "He obviously has faith in you, Damas."
"Very well," the sorcerer replies. "I will do my best."
-----
The news of devils and demons does not sit well with either of them, and neither of them say anything.
*Devils and demons? Damn, that is not good... They seem to be resistant to magic from what I can see, and I doubt I would be of little use against them.* Damas crosses his arms over his chest. *the fact that Shailtor and The Silence may also be around is troubling news, as well...*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 20, 2006 3:44 am
Times waits for no one, and soon the time for the assault draws near. ((List any spells/buffs/preparations here. Then the mayhem begins in earnest.))

Posted by: Riegien Fri Jan 20, 2006 4:05 am
Durring the trip, Kanmeshi produces 4 flasks of holywater, giving one to Aurik and one to Amelios, and reminding them of its use in a spell that might be useful in the upcoming battle. A day before the battle is expected to be fought, he casts Celestial brilliance on his sword and on one of Merkass's arrows.
Before combat, Kanmeshi gives a rousing speech about the importance of their mission, and remembering the friends they have lost to this scourge. Inflame +2. all fear and charm effects get a +2 morale bonus to saves, this doesnt stack with rusty's music. It lasts for 7 minutes.
<casts buffs before combat, prot evil on self, bulls strength on Laika. Right before combat casts elation, giving everyone +2 dex and +2 str and +5' movement>

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Jan 20, 2006 4:24 am
Before Derrik takes his leave, Cedric spends even more gold to purchase the following. - Potion of Cure Moderate Wounds (270) - Potion of Bull's Strength (270) - Potion of Bear's Endurance (270) - Potion of Eagles' Splendor (270)
- Potion of Barkskin +4 (810)
- Potion of Protection from Evil (45)
Cedric outlines the beginning battle plan as the group prepares, "Kyoji will do as Derrik suggested while Merkass' team sneaks to the walls. Merkass will plant the explosive, then start climbing. Amelios' team will slip in through the side gate while Ryhir's team and myself enter the main gate once it explodes. A.D.A.M. will follow us shortly thereafter. The explosion is the signal for the Shining Force and Ash's team to use passwall and enter the fort. Buffing up is to be done before hand."
The Paladin lowers his head, "Mitula, grant us your guidance in this endeavor. For all who live in this world let us drive away those who would corrupt and defile it." Cedric looks up, "Good fortune friends... If we can overcome this battle, there is yet hope."
As the groups begin to seperate, Cedric gives Castor a potion of protection from evil, "Use this, keep your mind your own."
As Kyoji begins his mission, Cedric summons and mounts his steed. Once the explosives are set, he drinks his potions of Bull's Strength, Bear's Endurance, Eagle's Splendor, and Barkskin +4. He then casts protection from evil on himself.
The moment before he charges into battle, Cedric prays for protection.
[Divine Shield +7 AC / 4 Rounds]
((I am buffed up.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Jan 20, 2006 4:45 am
((Head's up- Just finished taking care of my girlfriend, who came down with the stomach flu. I'm fully expecting to be enjoying the same... err... symptoms by tomorrow. So don't expect many posts on this end until that's all taken care of.))

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Jan 20, 2006 5:19 am
((Laika has prepared Magic Weapon as his one and only spell. He has bought a potion of Protection from Evil for 135 gold. He will gulp the potion and then cast Magic Weapon on his gauntlets as late as possible. Protection from Evil lasts for 3 minutes, and Maic Weapon lasts for 1 minute.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Jan 20, 2006 6:00 am
((Ashathel's Buffs: Blur, Fox's Cunning, Mage Armor, and Cat's Grace. Buffs on others: Enlarge Person on Gabriel. Gabe is now a Large monster using a Huge greatsword. Joy! <}--- Ashathel ---{>
Effective AC: 25
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Int
== Spells ==
Lvl. 0: Disrupt Undead x2, Electric Jolt
Lvl. 1: Orb of Frost x4
Lvl. 2: ----
<}--- Gabriel ---{>
Effective AC: 18
Buffs: Enlarged (Large size, +2 Str, -2 Dex, -1 attack)
Rage: 2/2 per day))

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Fri Jan 20, 2006 8:30 am
((As it seems best to do so now before the fight begins...and given I just finished tallying my current XP total...XD Another level-up fer Joku! Level 6 Divine Monk(ECL 9) - BAB increases by 1 - Will Save increases by 1 - HP increases by 8
- 5 Skill Points: Concentration +1, Knowledge (Religion) +1, Listen +1, Spot +1, Tumble +1
- Gains the feat Defensive Metered Foot, bonus feat Glorious Weapons, and exalted feat Gift of Faith
- May now cast level 2 spells 4/day
- Gains the following special qualities: AC Bonus(Divine Monk) +1, AC Bonus(VoP) +6, Deflection Bonus +1
I'll edit tomorrow to list any buffs Joku may be casting beforehand
EDIT: Joku will be casting Attack(Bull's Strength) on Gabe and himself and Boost(Cat's Grace) on himself. +4 STR and +4 DEX respectivly for 6 minutes. He'll also utilize the self-target feat Divine Vigor, increasing Joku's move speed by 10' and +12 temp HP for 3 minutes)))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Jan 20, 2006 8:37 am
(( Buying: 10 Silver Arrows - 30 gold 1 Scroll of Mirror Image - 25 gold 1 Potion of Protection from Evil (3rd level caster) - 150 gold
1 Potion of Protection from Arrows 10/magic (5th level caster) - 500 gold
1 Scroll of Shield (Rolled ahead for UMD...13 + 17 + 2 = 32. Wee.) - 25 gold
1 Scroll of See Invisibility (If I needed to, rolled UMD. Natural 7. 26 total.) - 150 gold
2 Scrolls of Cure Light Wounds - 200 gold total
1 Potion of Cure Moderate Wounds - 300 gold
2 Scrolls of Reduce Person - 50 gold total
===
Discount = 10%
Total = 1,287 gold
Using: (Item/Spell, Person cast on, Duration of Item/Spell)
Protection from Arrows 10/magic - Faralon - 5 hours (Able to absorb 50 damage)
See Invisibility - Faralon - 30 minutes
Invisibility - Faralon - 9 minutes
Invisibility - Amelios - 9 minutes
Sonic Weapon - Cedric - 9 minutes (1d6 extra per attack)
Blur Potion - Faralon - 3 minutes (20% miss chance)
Protection from Evil - Faralon - 3 minutes
Mirror Image - Faralon - 3 minutes (Rolled in advance...3 + 1 = 4 images)
Resistance - Acacia - 10 rounds (1 minute)
Shield - Faralon - 10 rounds (1 minute)
Haste - Zook (Yes, it works on A.D.A.M., right?), Gabriel, Acacia, Merkass, Amelios, Cedric, Kyoji (if he's around, if not, then Kanmeshi), Ryhir, Laika - 9 rounds
Harmony - Faralon - 10 rounds (1 minute)
Bardic music (+4 to attack and damage)
Note:
Acacia's Resistance will last 7 rounds, Faralon's Shield last 8, and the Haste effects shall also last 8 rounds. Take note of this for in-battle. Anything beyond that is more than likely to last longer than the battle anyway.
Yeah - a lot of stuff. But I don't want Faralon to up and die, you know? Good luck, all. Unless you can somehow catch me to suggest another thing or two to toss in there, that'll be it. I highly suggest investing in at least a healing potion or two, and a protection from evil potion or something. Whatever it takes...
Btw - Made successful Bardic Knowledge checks only on the Vrocks and Liches. I assure you, my luck with AIM is pitiful. Also, let's make sure Zook does indeed have A.D.A.M. and Rhizor does indeed have his Fleshraker.
Not sure how much gold Castor still has. In any case, he has, and uses, a Protection from Evil potion on himself. The one Cedric bought him.
He also buys (if he does not already have the enchanted armor, that is) +2 enchantment to his Breastplate (I am sure he has this! I had to look back a number of threads...), a Potion of Barkskin +3 and a Potion of Shield of Faith +4 (I'm not sure how long these ones last. I know Barkskin is 10 minutes a caster level and Shield of Faith is 1 minute a caster level. So probably a long time, considering the +'s.) - Total after discount is 4,680. He has AT LEAST 4,452 gold left. Sorry if you didn't want me spending that much on Castor, Cyrus - but life is a precious thing :heart:. Plus, if he already has at least a +1 enhancement on his armor, that changes the cost a great deal.
Edit: He also buys Ogre gauntlets +2 and a Bull's Strength potion to last for 3 minutes (30 rounds). Was just informed, so yeah. He had 252 gold remaining, tossing that into the party fund.
He uses those potions as well - Barkskin first, Shield of Faith second, Bull's Strength third, PfE last.
His effective AC: 34.
))

Posted by: Aldur Fri Jan 20, 2006 3:09 pm
((Amelios casts Magic Vestments on Acacia's Armour. It gains +2 for nine hours. Barkskin cast on Amelios +4 to Ac for 90 minutes. Magic Weapon Greater cast on Jokulligr's weapon/fists. Gains +2 for nine minutes. Cat's Grace on Kethra +4 Dex bonus for nine minutes.
Bull's Strength on Castor +4 Str bonus for nine minutes.
Resistance on Laika and Gabriel. +1 to save throws.
He also buys five potions of Cure Moderate Wounds. A Bless scroll, and a Planer Ally lesser scroll. 2365 gp.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Jan 20, 2006 8:19 pm
((We folks on the wall need buffs too. Just kidding, Damas has a few of his own buffs. I will cast some, but it has to wait until I am home and know exactly what I have. Note that I will be using the scroll of Magic Circle Against Evil on the ranged team. I will find out exactly how long it lasts later.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Jan 20, 2006 9:05 pm
((Merkass gets his bow enchanted with Exit Wound Merkass buys some Silver Serpentstongue arrows. Rhizor buys his fleshraker. Aurik does some stuff))

Posted by: White Rose Fri Jan 20, 2006 9:43 pm
Acacia Levels Up! Meh, stuff changed. Here's her now. Ability Scores ============== Strength: 18 [+4]
Dexterity: 15 [+2]
Constitution: 16 [+3]
Intelligence: 13 [+1]
Wisdom: 14 [+2]
Charisma: 9 [-1]
Skills [2 + INT points/level] +1 (human)
=============================
Skill Name Ranks Stat Other Total
---------- -------------------------
Ride 12 2 2 16
Handle Animal 9 -1 8
Craft (Calligraphy) 6 1 7
Knowledge (Arcana) 2 1 3
Sense Motive 12 2 14
Statistics
==========
Level: 9 (6 Fighter/3 Dragon Samurai)
Experience: 36,000
HP: 106
BAB: +8/+3 (+17/+12 melee)
AC: +27
Saves: Fort +11/Ref + 5/Will +7
Gold: 690
Feats: Dodge (+2 AC vs. designated target)
Mobility (+4 AC on AoO's)
Combat Expertise (Lose attack bonus for AC up to 5)
Improved Toughness (+1 HP/level)
Monkey Grip(wield weapons one size larger)
Close Quarters Fighting(AoO's on grapple, successful attack breaks the grapple)
Improved Expertise(Lose Attack for AC up to full BAB)
Karmic Strike(free AoO on anyone who hits you in combat)
Power Attack (Lose attack bonus for extra damage)
Equipment: Saintly Buster Sword of Deflection +5: +4 AC, +5 vs. Ranged attacks. 5 DR/-. 2d10 damage (19-20 crit/2x)
Large Steel Shield +1 (AC +3) (ACP - 1)
HEAVY WARHORSIE ^___^ and military saddle and saddlebags and breastplate (HP: 33, AC 19)
Horse Attacks: 2 hooves +6 melee (1d6 +4) and 1 bite +1 melee (1d4 +2)
Silver Necklace with one silver and one gold rings on it
Full Plate +1 (AC 10+9+1) (ACP - 5)
Abilities/Specials: [Silver] Dragon Breath (30' cone of cold) 1/day: 3d8 damage (Ref save of DC 16 for half damage)
Resistance to Cold 5
Dragon Friend (+4 circumstance bonus to all Charisma-based skill checks on Silver Dragons)
Immunity to Silver Dragon Fear
The gold is after she bought 2 potions of CMW and two of CLW. So that's all as she stands now.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Jan 21, 2006 3:19 am
((On an idea from Kanmeshi, the party purchases two wands of Cure Moderate Wounds (3rd caster level, 15 charges each). These both go to Amelios and Kanmeshi. 1k from Amelios, 1139 from the party fund after agreement from Cedric, 29 from Ashathel, 237 from Gabe, 5 from Riegen, and 290 from Laika made this possible, so thank these people for your lives. Especially considering the fact that Ash, Gabe and Kanmeshi are now broke.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Jan 21, 2006 3:32 am
Merkass sneaks up to the gate and places the explosives. He is promptly shocked as a burst of gunfire rakes across the ground in front of him. A muffled voice speak, a figure on the battlements pointing to Merkass. The figure promptly raises an odd looking gun to the heavens and fires a red ball of light into the sky, exploding into a shower of sparks. The tinker recognizes it as a signal flare.
"It's a trap!" Cedric screams in terror.
In several places around the group's entry points, the ground rips open as undead Gray Renders claw their way free of the earth. Two Retrivers then teleport outside the castle walls, begining to engage the group. Bowriders and Drowned Eye begin to take positions on the walls as Merkass scrambles away and the gates are burned away in a shower of flame and force...
External link due to map size.
Music: http://magic19.homestead.com/sfcw/sfcw2/BattleOnTheSkyShip.mp3
http://magic19.homestead.com/sfcw/sfcw2/sfcwiig0.png

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Jan 21, 2006 3:56 am
(Time paradox, Cedric knows not fear.) Cedric looks around for a moment, then his eyes flare in anger, "It's a trap!" It's too perfect... They know... They know everything... How? His eyes narrow. Who? He glances around quickly, keeping fortune cookie in reign, "Amelios! Cover Merkass! Keep those renders off him!" He looks around at the group amassed around him, "Move in! Quickly, get beyond the gate!" He spurs his mount forward, "We have no choice left to us but to fight! For all that is good!"
[Ride: 5 + 10 = 15] (Guide with knees)
[Ride: 16 + 10 = 26] (Spur Mount)
Fortune Cookie breaks into a gallop, rushing through the gate with a mighty leap over the rubble.
[Jump: 18 + 11 = 29]
Charging forward, Cedric mounted upon his noble steed reaches the foul technological weapon pointed at them. Like a clap of thunder his weapon smashes the thick armor
[Attack: 18 + 18 + 4 (Bard) = 40]
[Damage: 3 + 16 + 6 (electric) + 2 (sonic) + 1 (Sanctify)= 27]
"Forward! Cleanse Cypress of these fiends!!!!" Cedric cries, a fearsome expression on his face.
[Intimidate: 18 + 14 = 32]
...
Zook attempts to start A.D.A.M. and faills, gnomish curses are heard from within.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Jan 21, 2006 4:52 am
Unbelievable... the demons they've recruited... the elven bladesinger thought, observing the creatures on the field. Noting a monstrous arachnoid, his eyes widened before he yelled to his allies. "Look out for the monstrous demon construct next to the render; it's a Retriever, capable of both slashing with it's claws and attacking with rays from it's eyes! But even worse is the spider-demon beyond it; it's a Bebilith, capable of ripping apart armor, shooting webbing and poisioning it's foes! It's defenses reduce damage, and spells which poison or electrify are useless!"
Well, at least I can't say that Shailtor doesn't know how to throw a party...
((Kno [Planes] (for the bebilith): 1d20 + 7 = 26
Kno [Planes] (for the retriever): 1d20 +7 = 24
More to come later...))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Jan 21, 2006 6:58 am
((Damas casts the following prior to battle: Greater Invisibility on: Kethra Aurik Himself
Sadly, that was all I had time to cast. The spell lasts for 9 rounds. They are completely invisible and can only been seen by those with See Invisibly. This does not disappear after they attack. I will try to cast it on others if I am able.
Also, had I heard of the "wand plan", I would have helped out. But nonetheless, you guys kick ass for coming up with the plan and making it possible ))

Posted by: Aldur Sat Jan 21, 2006 2:50 pm
This is...have we been forsaken again? No. Now is not the time for that... Amelios, being invisible moves to help Merkass and co. "Squad! Assist Cedric! Do as he says! I must deal with the undead abominations!" Amelios moves to 21, 46. He then holds up his holy symbol, and tries to turn the closest render.Also, if it doesn't cause me to become visible in any way to the enemy, Amelios will activate his Aura, meaning that undead within 30ft take -2 to attack rolls, saves and damage.
18+2+4= 24 on turn check.
3+6+11+4 = 24 HD.
Exalted turning effect: 2+1+4 = 7 extra damage. -_- Free action.
Also, if it doesn't cause me to become visible, Amelios will activate his Aura, meaning that undead within 30ft take -2 to attack rolls, saves and damage.
The Cleric then takes out his scroll of Summon Cool Things and reads it, begging Mitula for aid. And lo! An Astral Deva Appears, aiding the cleric in return for holy payment. It's two squares up from Amelios.
I hope you here my plea...this time.

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Jan 21, 2006 7:50 pm
((I've got a question, how does one/is it possible to get up onto the walls to fight the archer thingies at locations 10,31 or 13,38 ? I'll make my action once I figure this out.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Jan 21, 2006 7:51 pm
((Have Spider Climb cast on you? The spell lasts for 20 minutes, and the subject can climb horizontally and vertically up even sheer surfaces - and even upside down. You gain a climb speed of 20 feet and do not need to make climb checks. However, you cannot run when doing this.
Damas has a scroll of Spider Climb, but he needs to get close enough to Laika first))
Damas sees the demons and undead heading towards the magic group from the corner of his eye and he mutters a curse in elvish. The young sorcerer pulls forth a scroll that he had been preparing to use before and invokes the spell written on it. A magical barrier of holy protection surrounds the elf, and affects a small area around him as well. "Be wary of the retriever!" he calls out to the other group.
((Magic Circle against Evil provides a +2 deflection bonus to AC and a +2 resistance bonus on saving throws against attacks or effects made by evil creatures. Those within a 10 foot radius receive the bonus as well, and it lasts for 30 minutes))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Jan 22, 2006 1:28 am
OOC: Enemy Key: Red Doom zombies: Drowned Eye soldiers. Armed Skeletons: Drowned Eye officers. Wyverns: Wyverns
Hydras: Hydras.
Big Gargoyle: Cornugon
Doom Hell Baron (Pink guy with horns): Glabrezu
Torch Eyes: Torch Eyes
Bowriders: Bowriders
Dark Dwarves: Cult Dwarves
Guys on the green background: Cult Swordsman.
Red Mage Sprite: ???
Dark Spider-image: Retriever.
Lighter Spider image: Bebilith.
Golems: Stone Golems
Orangish image: Kytons
Whitish image previously used for Barbazus: Barbazus.
Necromancer mod: Lich
Dark Mage: Cult Mage
Dark Priest: Cult Priest
Lesser Demon: Vrock.
Also, the "ladder" in the outer wall is actually a large gate.

Posted by: Riegien Sun Jan 22, 2006 1:38 am
Holding his holysymbol aloft, Kanmeshi calls down the blessing of Volcanon, channeling positive energy into the area to disrupt and disturb the undead. Then he draws his glowing sword and leaps into the air, gaining altitude to get over the walls.
Turning check:(d20) 20 +1cha+2domain= 23, can turn undead up to 13 HD
Turning damage: (2d6) (5+3) + (1d6) 2domain + 9level +1 charisma = 20 total HD undead
fly up to 13,48, should be about 20' in the air, just under the walls.

Posted by: Cyrus Sun Jan 22, 2006 3:17 am
[Along with Rusty's purchases for Castor, he buys Gauntlets of Orge power and a potion of Bull's Strength, giving him approximately 150 gold, which he donates to the party fund. With the potion of Protect from Evil, His effective buffs bring his Strength up to 32, his AC to 34, and his Will save to +7. Now then...]
"Consider them gone," Castor bellows as he moves to strike the devils indicated by Ashathel. Positioning himself in front of Slade, Castor charges the construct, tearing into the retriver with horn and axe. As the axe connects, he feels it cuts easier, the blade's weight lightening as it rips through the creature's iron body, though the fire doesn't seem to affect it at all...not that it mattered, since the attack had carved giant scars into it already, and he had hardly begun. He had a feeling he was to enjoy this.
[The following has been abridged for conveince.
Attack rolls: No ones or twos, so everything hits.
Damage rolls: 30+30+40=100.]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Jan 22, 2006 3:51 am
Roaring his disproval, the oversized half-giant wastes no time in moving forwards after Cedric, punishing the centaur closest to the entrance. ((Gabriel moves to 29, 36 and attacks the centaur there. Attack: 1d20 +6 (str) +8 (bab) +1 (sword) +4 (bardic) -1(size)= 23
Damage: 4d6 +1 (sword) +9 (str) +4 (bardic)= 31))
In the meantime, Ashathel shouts orders to those around him, rallying his allies as best he can.
"Gates, Dawn, Van... handle the Gray Render to the south! Yeesha, Aurik, Slade, smite what you can before they do us harm; give preference to those on the walls, unless the renders and the Retriever get too close! Castor, handle the Retriever!"
And with that he hastened to the wall even as the minotaur tore into the demonic constuct, activating the scroll before opening a hole to the other side, through which he saw a sight which did not please him at all. He racked his brain as he observed them, remembering what he could about the demons.
"There are two Vrocks on the other side of the wall! These demons can release poisonous spores into the air, and if allowed to perform their dance of ruin they will injure all non-demons within a hundred feet! Come through and deal with them as soon as possible, for it only takes three to perform the dance!"
(( Ash moves to 45, 32 and uses Passwall. There's a hole in the wall at 45, 31 for a couple hours, 5' wide and 8' high; everyone but Castor can get through it.
Kno [Planes] (Vrock): 1d20 +7 = 20
<}--- Ashathel ---{>
Effective AC: 25 (20 touch), +2 Dodge to the Torch Eye
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Int, Mage Armor, Blur, 3 Mirror Images
== Spells ==
Lvl. 0: Disrupt Undead x2, Electric Jolt
Lvl. 1: Orb of Frost x4
Lvl. 2: ----
<}--- Gabriel ---{>
Effective AC: 18
Buffs: Enlarged (Large size, +2 Str, -2 Dex, -1 attack), Recitation, Bardic Music
Rage: 2/2 per day))

Posted by: White Rose Sun Jan 22, 2006 4:54 am
There was no other choice now, no offer that could be enticing. How she let Shailtor rape her mind, toy with her sensibilities, was sickening. She would not be placated by the fulfillment of her own desires if the desires of others were to be squelched in the process. With that, Acacia charged in after Cedric, spurring on her mount. With ferocious speed, she slammed into the tank, ramming her blade jarringly into the thick metal.
(I rolled a natural 19, so it hits.
Damage:
2d10(9 + 9) + 4 (STR) + 5 (magic) + 4 (song) = 31
-2 AC from charge, +2 AC for Magic Vestments
27 AC (28 against ranged)
Dodge to Drowned Eye
Mappage location: 32, 31)

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Jan 22, 2006 10:36 am
Kethra bites her lip and stays where she is for the time being, lacking the ability to get past the gate. ((In case something on the wall manages to guess where she is and attack, she is on Full Defense. I would attack a Render, but I believe they were turned.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Jan 22, 2006 3:30 pm
((1: Damas is with Merkass and Rachel, not Faralon and Isyndel. 2: Amelios' turning sucked on HD rolled so...I wouldn't be too worried about going after a Render.))

Posted by: Aldur Sun Jan 22, 2006 4:23 pm
((24 HD is crap? Damn...))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Jan 22, 2006 4:40 pm

QUOTE (Aldur @ Sun Jan 22, 2006 10:23 am)
((24 HD is crap? Damn...))

(( I misread... I thought it was only 7. Nevermind...))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Jan 22, 2006 9:08 pm
((All right, post edited then Kai))

QUOTE (Dark Maiden @ Sat Jan 21, 2006 1:51 pm)
Damas sees the demons and undead heading towards the magic group from the corner of his eye and he mutters a curse in elvish. The young sorcerer pulls forth a scroll that he had been preparing to use before and invokes the spell written on it. A magical barrier of holy protection surrounds the elf, and affects a small area around him as well. "Be wary of the retriever!" he calls out to the other group.

((I need to know what space he occupies as well So I know where to move him))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Jan 22, 2006 10:25 pm
Kyoji scurries over the wall, opening the gate before running up the other wall to invisibly stab and miss the bowrider.

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Jan 22, 2006 10:35 pm
((Kethra shouldn't be worrying about Amelios' turning roll, but Kanmeshi's.)) Laika seeing the gate drop, instinctively heads on in, hoping that the newly befriended cleric can deal with the renders outside. The werewolf then takes a swipe at the poorly misguided dwarf.
((Listen check to hear Faralon's music: 21, passed.
Attack:
Claw:D20 + 9(STR) + 7(BAB) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 18 + 18 = 36
Damage:
Claw: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = 5 + 3(Fire) + 18 = 26
Move to square 12,45 and attack the dwarf on 11,45
And for the record, Laika's AC is currently 28))

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Sun Jan 22, 2006 10:35 pm
Hearing Amelios' orders, Jokulligr follows the others inside, frowning as he notes the vast number of opponents awaiting them within. This doesn't look good...how did they anticipate our assault? A spy? A traitor? In any case, it'd be best to worry about that later...got to focus on getting through this alive right now. Light help us all...
As these thoughts go through his head, he comes upon the closest enemy to the gate, one of the opposing centaur knights, and lashes out at it with a left hook, immediatly falling back into a defensive position after the strike.
((Jokulligr moves to 31, 35 and attacks the Knight at 30, 34.
Attack: 7(d20) + 4(BAB) + 8(STR) + 2(Greater Magic Weapon) + 1(Exalted Strike) + 4(Music) - 4(Defensive Fighting) = 22, Miss ;_;))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Jan 23, 2006 4:12 am
((Faralon's singing.)) : "Spiderman, Spiderman, Does whatever a spider can Spins a web, any size,
Catches thieves just like flies
Look out!
Here comes the Spiderman."
((Kidding. I'll edit in singing for flavor in a bit - I need to post this now, though.))
*Faralon continues singing.*
((
New map locations: (X = Horizontal/Top Numbers, Y = Vertical/Side Numbers)
Faralon (33, 46)
Isyndel (30, 45)
DC to hear Faralon's music: 5 + 1 (per 10 feet)
))
*Moving forward, Faralon shoots the Retriever. We can't have that flanking us.*
((Faralon's next shot: Roll to hit...19 + 16 total = 35. Hit!
Damage: 7 [arrow] + 1 [STR] + 1 [magic] + (4 + 6) [bane] + 4 [bardic music] = 23.))
===
((Isyndel's Maximized Scorching Rays (both on zombie if he survives the first - otherwise, second on the Bowrider):
Ranged touch attacks:
To hit...13 + 4 [BAB] + 5 [DEX w/Elation] + 4 [Bardic music] = 26. Hit!
Damage: 24
To hit...10 + 4 [BAB] + 5 [DEX w/Elation] + 4 [Bardic music] = 23. Hit!
Damage: 24
0 - Daze, Detect Magic, Resistance, Disrupt Undead
1 - Mage Armor, Magic Missile, Magic Missile, Shocking Grasp, Ray of Enfeeblement
2 - Invisibility, Acid Arrow, Acid Arrow, Scorching Ray, Web
3 - Dispel Magic, Sleet Storm, Freeze 2, Haste
4 - Dimension Door, Ice Storm, Freeze 3
5 - Bolt 2))

Posted by: FreedomJu Mon Jan 23, 2006 7:41 am
(Van moves down 1 space and attacks the Gray Render Rolled a 15 and 19 to hit.... Damage= 1+1(2d4)+9(STR1.5)+3(Enchantment)+4(Bard)+1(Elation)=19 Damage= 1+2(2d4)+9(STR1.5)+3(Enchantment)+4(Bard)+1(Elation)=20 39 damage total and Render has half damage for 3 rounds)

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Jan 24, 2006 3:24 am
((Merkass shoots at the Bow Rider above him using rapid shot. 1d20 + 26 - 2 = 20 + 24, threat. CONFIRMATION: 1d20 + 24 = 8 + 24 = 32. CONFIRMED 1d20 + 24 = 5 + 24 = 29. 1d20 + 24 = 19 + 24 = 43.
1d20 + 24 = 15 + 24 = 39.
(1d6 + 5 + 4 + 1)*3 + 1(fire) + 1d6 (exit wound) = 1 + 4 + 5 + 30 + 6 + 1 (fire) = 46 + 1 (fire)
Reflex save failed. 4 more fire damage.
1d6 + 10 + 1d6 (exit wound) + 1 (fire) = 2 + 10 + 3 = 15 damage. Dead.
Change aim to the Bow Rider to the right.
1d6 + 10 + 1d6 (exit wound) + 1 (fire) = 6 + 10 + 2 = 18 damage.
1d6 + 10 + 1d6 (exit wound) + 1 (fire) = 4 + 10 + 2 = 16 damage.
Reflex Saves: Pass, Fail.
6 more fire damage.
~~~
Before battle Aurik got everyone with a Divine Protection spell. You all have a +1 morale bonus to AC and on all saves. Merkass also gets a Cat's Grace
Aurik unleashes a Searing Light spell on the Drowned Eye on the corner near him.
1d20 + 11 = 20 + 11, hit.
10d6 = 4 + 2 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 4 + 3 + 3 + 6 + 2 = 32 damage.
~~~
Rhizor goes Fleshraker))

Posted by: Riegien Tue Jan 24, 2006 4:21 am
Ryhir springs forward, running through the newly opened gate and attacking the cult dwarf inside. move to 14,44 Attack roll: D20= 12+ 8bab+ 5str+ 5sword= 30 (might be forgetting something) Assuming hit Damage= 1d8(weapon) + 1d6(flaming) + 1d6(skirmish, if creature not immune to crits), + 5(str) + 5(weap) = 7+5+2+5+5=24 damage

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 24, 2006 7:23 am
Cedric manages to slam his hammer into the tank, creating a large dent. However, his fanatical fury is met by equally intense zeal from the opposing side, with the exception of the tinker whose vehicle Cedric dented. "NO!! The paint!!!" a high pitched voice from within squeals as frantic scrambling is heard from within. "Horrid man-thing!!"
((Tinker is intimidated, taking a -1 penalty to certain checks... And with an unmodded 3 for UTD, is too scared to properly activate the tank.))
The interior of the castle is floored with stone tiles worked in odd, wavy patterns that seem to swirl in an unnatural and unwholesome fashion...
Amelios shines brightly as the power of Mitula fills him, his invisibility falling away. The Gray Render nearest to the kyantol screams in terror as golden flames wrap around and consume his body, reducing it to ash. Meanwhile, Kanmeshi focuses the fury of Volcanon onto the Drowned Eye gunner in front of him. The unnatural soldier roars as his body crumbles to dust, weapon falling to the ground below.
Gabriel charges forward, taking a small opportunistic slash from his target centaur as he lashes out at the knight. The damage suffered is instantly regenerated by the mask he wears as the centaur reels from the blow.
((Forgot to count in the +2 from charging.))
Jokulligr moves forward, barely missing the knight he targets.
Ashathel moves forward and breaches the wall as at the gate, Acacia joins Cedric in his charge, cleaving through a section of armor plates and breaching the tank's hull in her fury.
Laika slashes at his dwarf in fury as the stout warrior grunts in pain.
Faralon breaks from his illusion of invisibility to shoot the Retriever, his arrow's enchantment breaking off some of the metal monster.
The Drowned Eye gunner grunts as Isyndel's two fiery rays strike him, water sizzling off his drenched corpse in gouts of steam.
((30 damage total due to fire resistance.))
Merkass fires a pair of shots through his Bowrider's eyes, causing the centaur to pitch soundlessly off the wall with a loud splattering thump onto the ground below. The second bowrider he attacks is wounded, but still alive.
Aurik zaps one of the undead. ZAAAAAAAAP!
The Drowned Eye is now blackened and pissed.
Yeesha fails to overcome the pain of her curse... for now.
Dawn yells a noble battle cry and charges at the Render near Castor. Her lance rips through the horrible beast with ease, causing it to howl in pain.
((Hit. 116 damage to Render.))
Ryhir moves up and slices himself up some dwarf. Unfortunately, his job wasn't as thorough as he'd have liked, and the dwarf is alive enough to try and take revenge.
((Critical. Upgraded Critical. Confirmed. 28 damage to Ryhir.))
The dwarf returns Ryhir's injuries and adds a little extra as the two combatants square off.
Gates moves forward and swings his axe into Van's opponent, dealing a hefty blow.
((Hit. 22 damage.))
Slade speaks holy words and a column of Volcanon's fire erupts from the ground to envelop Dawn's foe and the Bowrider on the wall. The Render falls the ground, burning away, but the Bowrider remains, smoking but steady.
Brand attempts to push one of the Drowned Eye soldiers from the wall, but the undead troop manages to hold firm and push the birdman away.
The Retriever's bodies begin to repair themselves as the one attacking Castor retaliates with a devastating series of claws and a bite as it fires a beam of fire at Slade. The beam narrowly misses the cleric as the demon construct claws into Castor, the minotaur skillfully parrying each of the demon's mighty blows.
Slade is suddenly struck by a precise beam of light that burns through his chest, leaving the holy man gasping.
((Critical Hit. Confirmed. 40 damage to Slade.))
Two bowriders fire a volley of explosive crossbow bolts at Slade, one firing an especially large charge at the ground in the middle of the group. The charge detonates prematurely in the air, though, dealing no damage. The other centaur's shots were more accurate, striking the priest with deadly accuracy.
((Miss, Miss, Miss, Hit. 23 damage to Slade.))
Gunfire erupts from the battlements as one of the Ancient undead open fire on Slade, Van, and Yeesha. Van nimbly ducks out of the way, but Slade and Yeesha are riddled with bullets. Yeesha's protective shield flares to life as she burns magical power to maintain her defense.
((Critical Strafe. 52 damage to Yeesha and Slade. Yeesha drops a 6th level spell to negate the damage.))
One of the Bebilith scurries towards Castor, biting at the minotaur. The demon manages to latch onto the warrior and injects him with his venom.
((Hit. 12 damage total, and 4 points of CON damage. Secondary save: Passed.))
The Render Van attacked retaliates with a vicious claw that scores a deep gash on the young warrior.
((Hit. 18 damage.))
Rachel scurries up the wall thanks to her Spider Climb enchantment, and shoots an arrow at the last bowrider in the area. Unfortunately, his cover blocks the shot.
One of the Gray Renders lumbers forward, ending up right next to Damas, though ignorant of the mage thanks to his invisibility.
The bowrider near Kyoji goes to attack, leaving itself open to a devastating attack that brings it to the bring of death. Nevertheless, the fanatical archer manages to fire a single shot that explodes in the air around Kanmeshi.
((Kyoji's AoO: Hit. 47 damage. Bowrider: Miss, Hit. 22 damage to Kanmeshi.))
The remaining Drowned Eye manning the forward battlements takes careful aim and fires a devastating burst at Amelios.
((Hit. 40 damage to Amelios.))
The Bowrider Merkass hit takes a moment to douse the flames.
The Retriever attacked by Faralon fires an eye ray of lightning at the bard, dispelling one of his mirror images, leaving only 3 left. The spidery beast than moves forward to jam the real Faralon with a claw strike.
((Hit. 15 damage.))
The Wyverns fly up 40' and then begin to move around as the Vrocks also take flight, moving up into the air 30'. Suddenly the air is filled with the demons as their numbers seemingly explode. In the inner keep, the Glabrezu does the same.
((Mirror Image for all Vrocks and the Glabrezu.))
As soon as Cedric and the others press on into the courtyard, they are met with a blistering wall of fire. Cedric takes a Torch Eye beam to the chest as Jokulligr is struck by an invisible blast of light that severly wounds him.
((Hit. 20 damage to Cedric. Hit. 43 damage to Jokulligr.))
The other steam tank nearest Cedric malfunctions, its pilot cussing as steam whistles from cracks in its chassis. The diminutive gnome pilot gets out and begins to work.
((Nat 20 on Repair. Tank will be OK to try and start up agian after next round.))
The final tank works fine and begins to rumble forward, firing at Laika and missing as the wall behind him shakes the impact of a tank shell. The agile wolfman cannot dodge the torch eye beam aimed at him, though, but he does succeed in sidestepping the Cult Dwarf's swing at him.
((Laika takes 20 damage.))
At the same time, Gabriel is struck by a hail of bullets from a Drowned Eye officer.
((Hit. 32 damage to Gabriel.))
The Cornugon takes flight, now 20' off the roof.
Two centaurs charge into the melee at the gate, one missing Cedric, the other striking Acacia with a powerful thrust!
((Miss. Hit. 27 damage to Acacia.))
The Bearded Devils teleport next to the bard, smiling happily at him as they appear, as the Chain Devils take up positions to attack Cedric and his squad.
A hail of gunfire whizzes past Acacia.
((Nat 3, 3. Miss, miss. : P ))
A thin beam of black energy narrowly misses Gabriel.
((Enervation. Touch attack missed.))
A Cult priest strides forward, uttering harsh blasphemies at the trio of Cedric, Acacia and Joku.
((Dispel Magic. Cedric and Acacia lose their highest level buff. Joku loses his third highest buff. If he has less than 3 buffs, he is unaffected. All rolls made.))
A Cult mage and priest advance on the secondary gate. One attempts to curse Laika with blindness, the other casts a spell of protection on himself.
((Stoneskin on Cult mage, Blindness on Laika. Fort save made, no effect.))
Inside the inner keep, the lich casts a spell of flight on himself.
Next round!!
Map Link: http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Rusty/SFCWIIg2.gif

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Jan 24, 2006 8:39 am
Laika continues the assualt on the dwarf. ((Attack: Claw1:D20 + 9(STR) + 7(BAB) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 1(Haste) - 2(PA) = 1 Confirm: 12 + 20 = 32 No critical miss? Claw2:D20 + 9(STR) + 7(BAB) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 1(Haste) - 2(PA) = 6 + 20 = 26
Bite: D20 + 4(STR) + 3(BAB) + 4(song) + 1(Haste) - 2(PA) = 14 + 10 = 24
Damage:
Claw2: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 2(PA) = 7 + 1(Fire) + 16 = 24
Bite: D6 + 4(STR) + 4(song) + 2(PA) = 5 + 10 = 15
Total: 39))

Posted by: Riegien Tue Jan 24, 2006 9:27 pm
Kanmeshi flies up and into the fortress, gaining more altitude. He also calls down the wrath of Volcanon, asking for him to smite the evil forces around him. The glow from his sword is also now close enough to damage the foulness that abounds.
Fly up to 13,38, 30 ft up.
Casting holy smite centered on 13, 32, should catch 2 barbazu and that little group of guys. Damage is 4d8=23 damage. Damage to barbazu is 8d6=25 damage. Will for half. Also blinds for one round if the will save is failed. Spell resistance rolls on the barbazu. d20+9=17 d20+9=17 Save is will dc 18
Celestial brilliance is damaging to undead and outsiders within 60ft. 1d6= 6 to undead. 2d6=7 to outsiders.

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jan 24, 2006 9:57 pm
Amelios frowns and moves back towards his group, Arriving at point 29, 46. He frowns, looking up and seeing the zombie, and also the Render. His eyes burn with that familiar light and his holy symbol is held aloft, the small silver statuette blazing with the warmth of Mitula. And he speaks as the holy light flares, his fabulous hair flying threatically in the wind.
(( Greater Turning check:
17+2+4 = 23
HD: 3+4+11+4= 22
Exalted damage if they survive: 8.))
The Clerics nods to himself as the light fades and focuses, asking for the divine aid of the Goddess. He casts Cure Critical Wounds on himself, and sighs in relief as the pain subsides.
((CCW. 7,4,7,6,+12 = 36 hp healed.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 24, 2006 10:13 pm
((Bored, so NPC actions in advance.)) Kyoji slashes up the Bowrider with a pair of sword strikes that cause the centaur to fall over the side of the wall. Then he vanishes once more. ((Miss, Hit, Hit. 32 damage. Bowrider defeated! Ghost Step: Invisibility. Jump and Tumble check premade for next round's movement: passed. 5' move up.))
Slade speaks holy words and touches his wounds, which vanish.
((Heal cast.))
Yeesha rolls a 4 because God hates her.
Gates chops up the Render he attacks with his axe. The zombie perishes with a low moan.
((Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit. 63 damage.))
Dawn charges at the spidery demon that attacked Castor with its venom, driving into the creature with a vengeance.
((Power Attack: -3/+3. Hit. 92 damage total.))
Rachel fires a trio of arrows aimed at the dwarf attacking Ryhir. 2 of the arrows miss, but the third goes through an eye, causing the dwarf to sway where he stands, a thread's width from death. Somehow the creature does not fall, though.
((Nat 1. Auto miss. Nat 20. Confirming... Nat 20. Confirming... Confirmed! Miss. Upgraded crit. 50 damage to Cult Dwarf.))

Posted by: Cyrus Wed Jan 25, 2006 12:10 am
[Not sure exactly how this is going to work, so I'll just post what I got and let it get sorted out. The retriver at top right is most certainly dead, though. Listen check: 1d20(20) + 4(keen senses) = 24. I believe Castor hears the music. If he doesn't, just subtract all the music enhancements.
Attack 1 - Attack roll (PA7): 1d20(9) +12(Str) +7(BAB) +5(Atlas) +4(Music) -7(PA) = 30
Hit!
Damage = 1d12(9) +7(Bane) +18(Str) +5(Atlas) +4(Music) +14(PA) = 57
Attack 2 - Attack Roll (PA7): 1d20(16) +12(Str) +2(BAB) +5(Atlas) +4(Music) -7(PA) = 32
Damage = 1d12(8) +8(Bane) +18(Str) +5(Atlas) +4(Music) +14(PA) = 59
There was also a cleave attack, since the retriver is pretty much dead either way you slice it. I've been told that if the first attack kills the retriver, I can hit the bebilith, so I might as well, just to be on the safe side.
Cleave Attack - Attack Roll: 1d20(2) +12(Str) +7 or +2(BAB) +5(Atlas) +4(Music) -7(PA)= 23 or 19.
Damage Roll = 1d12(3) +8(Bane) +3(Fire) +18(Str) +5(Atlas) +4(Music) +14(PA) = 55
To be filled in with pretty descriptive words when I know what actually happens.]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Jan 25, 2006 1:03 am
((... I edited when I was supposed to repost. In short, gabe raped a knight but missed with his second attack, and ash hit a mirror image with an orb of frost. So yeah... look upon the reason you don't post late at night.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Jan 25, 2006 1:06 am
[Level Nine Barkskin +4 is dispelled.] [Ride: 15 + 10 = 25] [Ride: 5 + 10 = 15] [Concentration: 2 + 19 = 21] [Power Surge +8 STR / 4 Rounds]
Fortune Cookie advances five feet, then rears and lashes out with its powerful hooves at the nearby tinker. As his mighty steed advances, Cedric takes a deep breath and energy flows around his body fortifying it.
[Horse 1: 12 + 6 + 4 = 22]
[Damage: 1 + 4 = 5]
[Horse 2: 13 + 6 + 4 = 23]
[Damage: 1 + 4 = 5]
Cedric lifts his hammer preparing a mighty blow, then lashes out at the nearby centaur.
[Power Attack: -8]
[Attack Roll: 10 + 22 + 4 - 8 = 28]
[Damage: 7 + 18 + 16 + 4 + 1/3 + 6 + 2 = 46 [48 If Undead] + 6 Elec + 2 Sonic]
..................
Zook finally gets A.D.A.M. going and raises the minigun unleashing a barrage of fire at the nearby retriever standing by the unseen Damas.
((I'm quite sure how to attack with ADAM but I do know that I rolled a 20. I assume its a critical. If you recall, before the battle I rolled the UTD for this round but if that does not apply use the 20 for that.))
[Attack: 20 + 8? + 4 = 32]
[Confirm: 13 + 8? + 4 = 25]
[Damage: 4 + 8 + 3 + 1 + 7 + 2 = 26 (15 if not)]

Posted by: Rusty Wed Jan 25, 2006 1:51 am
((Gonna make Isyndel's post later if Don doesn't get around to it again.)) *Faralon stops singing, glaring at the devils before him. Well, I wasted the last invisibility...But it looks like I really need it now!* : "Tanooki - focus your energy first on these opponents! We'll regroup with Cedric as soon as the path is clear! Avoid using fire here! Worry not, I'll still be with you!"
*Faralon casts on the defensive...
12 + 8 = 20. Pass!
Faralon casts Invisibility on himself, then moves behind A.D.A.M.*
((Faralon's new map location...
30, 48. That's 30 across, 48 down.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Jan 25, 2006 3:52 am
Forgot Brand's action: attack Drowned Eye. Brand slashes thrice with his dual sword, spinning the blade around and slicing off ribbons of soaked flesh from his opponent. ((Hit, miss, hit. Rolled all ones for damage, but all the pluses add up to 36 damage.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Jan 25, 2006 4:49 am
((I am at a lose of what to do with my characters, and am getting...kicked off right now. If anyone has suggestions, please let me hear them))

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Jan 25, 2006 5:09 am
((Bring Kethra into the castle and help Laika finish off his dwarf. And have Damas help take out everything outside. Just the first thing that I see that they can do.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Jan 25, 2006 6:22 am
((ADAM needs to take a 5-foot step back, so Damas can center a freeze 3 to hit the retiever and the bearded demons. It should also hit the bowrider, bot I'm not sure exactly. Kethra should also enter and engage, considering the fact she's invisible and will not be a target.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Jan 25, 2006 8:08 am
((Listen check: 10 + 13 = 23. She heard the music)) Kethra moves inside the castle through the now open gate and engages the cultist dwarf that Laika is fighting. ((Moves to 44, 11 and attacks. Attack roll: 19 + 8 (BAB & STR) + 4 (Song) + 2 (Flank) = 33. HIT!
Damage roll: 1 + 4 + 2 (STR) + 4 (Song) = 11))
-----
Damas moves to aid his allies against the devils that have appeared among them. The young sorcerer stops near one of them and reaches out towards the devil. He shocks it with an electrical current as his fingertips briefly touch its shoulder, and then withdraw.
((Moves to 46, 31 and uses Shocking Grasp.
Caster check: 8 + 9 = 17. SR overcome.
Attack roll: 4 + 5 (BAB & STR) + 4 (Song) = 13. HIT!
Damage roll: 6 + 3 + 6 + 1 + 6 = 22 Electrical damage.
As far as I know, the song applies to any spells that require attack rolls))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Jan 25, 2006 8:13 am
*Isyndel casts Magic Missile...And attacks the darkness!* ((Just kidding.)) *Isyndel casts Magic Missile, all five missiles attacking the very devil Damas just attacked.* ((Spell resistance check: Natural 9 + 9 (CL) + 1 (Spell level) + 4 (Greater Spell Penetration) = 23. Pass!
Damage: 3 + 3 + 4 + 4 + 3 (+ 5) = 22!))
*Isyndel steps away from the devils, seeking refuge behind A.D.A.M.*
((New map location for Isyndel: 30, 47 - just north of Faralon.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Jan 25, 2006 8:58 pm
((... Thank you for giving me a reason to cry...))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Jan 25, 2006 10:28 pm
((What? I only took that action because Marine ignored my question and signed off, so I didn't really have much of a choice. -_- I couldn't tell if an AoE that wouldn't hit allies would be deemed 'legal', since I'm not sure if I CAN do it over the squares with the walls.))
===
((Edit: Marine is allowing me to redo the action. w00t.
Isyndel's new spot: 30, 49))
*Isyndel seeks refuge behind A.D.A.M. before casting a freeze spell at her foes.*
((Freeze Lv. 3. It has a good 20' radius, and she's targetting it more backish/near the wall so that it doesn't hit any allies. Caught in the blast: Both Bearded Devils, the Retriever.
Caster level checks: Natural 19 - pass. Natural 14 - pass.
Damage: (5 + 7 + 7 + 6 + 4 + 3 + 6 + 8 + 3) + 9 = 58. <3
Ref save of DC 17? for half damage.))
===
((Taking Acacia's actoins, since Rose never bothered to post?? And Marine is anxious to get to the next round @_@))
*Acacia ignores the funny little tinker man and goes after the Devil in Chains!*
((Using Combat Expertise 5 on all 3 attacks.
Attack #1: Natural 11. +3 from BAB, +4 from bardic music, +5 from STR w/Elation, +5 from magic, +1 from haste = 29. Hitters.
Damage: (8 + 4) + 5 (STR w/Elation) + 4 (music) + 5 (magic) = 26
Attack #2: Natural 9. -2 from BAB - plus those other bonuses...still hit.
Damage: (1 + 7) + other bonuses = 22
Attack #3: Natural 15. +the first bonuses. Hitler.
Damage: (5 + 9) + other bonuses = 28
Total damage: 76. Hasta la vista, devil.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Thu Jan 26, 2006 4:17 am
((Van moves to 33, 43, which is the space below Ash's new position. He prepares to attack the first thing that goes after him.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Jan 26, 2006 5:33 am
((Merkass moves to (11,53) and fires a silver, holy serpentstongue arrow at the Render. It travels through the render, hits the other render, and then also hits the retriever. There is a straight line that passes through all 3 enemies, and it even passes through opposite sides, so it's legal.
1d20 + 26 = 14 + 26 = 40 base to hit.
First Render: 42.
Second Render: 38.
Retriever: 32.
Damage
1d8 + 2d6 (holy) + 1d6 (exit wound) + 1d6 (skirmish, if applicable) + 10 + 1 (PBS) = 5 + 6 + 4 + 4 + 6 + 11 = 36 damage to all three enemies.
Aurik casts Demon Dirge on the Bebilith.
It takes 2d6 damage for 3 rounds.
This round is 2+4 = 6.
It passes its fort save and is not stunned.
Rhizor casts Venomfire on himself and his fleshraker companion (share spell).
His pet fleshraker charges the Retriever, leaping into the air and coming down on it in a flurry of claws, bites, tail lashes, and other extremities flailing in the air.
Claw 1: 1d20 + 15 = 4 + 15 = 19. miss.
Claw 2: 1d20 + 15 = 6 + 15 = 21. hit.
Bite: 1d20 + 10 = 17 + 10 = 27. hit.
Tail: 1d20 + 10 = 20 + 10, hit
Rake: 1d20 + 11 = 3 + 11 = 14.
Claw: 1d6 + 5 + 4 (bm) + 1d6 (acid) = 1 + 5 + 9 = 14.
Tail: 1d6 + 2 + 4 (bm) + 1d6 (acid) = 6 + 6 + 4 = 16.
Bite: 1d6 + 6 = 5 + 6 = 11.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Jan 26, 2006 6:53 am
Laika slashes up his dwarven foe to ribbons, the killing blow dealt by Kethra as the dwarf shakily stands. Kanmeshi's spell burns the Bearded Devils, but they seem to shrug off the worst of it. The Dark mage and Crazed Tinker also seem to remain functional, but the Drowned Eye officer, the Cult Swordsman and teh Cult priest shriek as their eye-sockets smoulder.
Amelios blows away another Gray Render with the might of Mitula as he heals his wounds. The extra power put into the holy blast is enough to be the straw that broke the zombie's back as the Drowned Eye Brand fought crumbles as well. Meanwhile, Castor fells the once mighty Retriever with two chops of his axe, the beast crumbling into a heap of metal. He lashes out with a vicious second blow that leaves the Bebilith near him still standing, but on the verge of death.
((8 damage was what killed the D.E. : P ))
Gabriel rips through his opponent in a shower of gore as his second attack bounces off the hydra's scaly skin.
Ashathel's spell strikes true, but it strikes one of the illusionary Vrocks, dispelling the false image.
((TA: Hit. Mirror image dispelled.))
Fortune Cookie fails to harm the tank, even though he does strike it.
((Kai, Retrievers are constructs, therefore your critical hit, which normally deals x3 damage, would not affect it. Also, IIRC, Zook replaced the 3d10 gun with the 4d10 version he later found.))
Zook's minigun rips a few holes in the Retriever as it whirs to life, but even though it strikes the head, it deals minimal damage.
Damas gives the Barbazu a shocking surprise as Isyndel steps back and unleashes the fury of the North on the hapless Devils. The two Barbazu are completely frozen, shattering into many tiny shards a second later. The larger Retriever relentlessly pushes forward, even through the cold. Approaching the large suit of steaming armor, it hacks into ADAM with an eerie cry. Huge dents, tears, and breaches crisscross the armor as the Retriever rends it with delight. The spidery beast then turns its head to fire an icy ray at the shapechanging Rhizor.
((Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit. 42 damage total after DR. Rhizor: 44 cold damage. Make a DC18 Ref save for half damage.))
The Astral Deva flies over to the embattled Cedric, Acacia and Jokulligr and utters a word so pure the Chain Devils are blinded, deafened, and awestruck to the point of paralysis by it. All the others around the paladin are struck blind by the glory of the Light, the straying sheep Acacia included.
((Kyton is paralyzed for 2 rounds. All nongood creatures 40' or less from the Deva are blinded for 7 rounds and deafened for 4. That includes Ms. Lawful Neutral Acacia, but not the golem due to constructness. Hydras are only deafened. Render is unaffected.))
The Render takes a step towards Cedric and rakes at him with its claws, but fails to pierce his holy defenses.
The Hydra near Gabriel roars in unison from its twelve heads and sets up the barbarian in a rabid frenzy, biting off chunks of flesh with its heads. Gabriel swiftly is overwhelmed by the assault and stumbles down, unconscious. The hydra's last two heads quickly shut their mouths and merely headbutt the half giant as he falls.
((Gabe's unconscious at -1 HP lethal, -38 subdual))
The second Hydra advances on Cedric, lashing out with its multiple mouths, but only scoring four strikes on the holy knight. Even so, Cedric is hard pressed to counter them.
((42 damage total.))
The Golems advance, one smashing at Acacia, whose Full Plate proves its worth, and the other at Cedric, who dodges nimbly out of the way.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. 24 damage to Acacia after DR.))
An invisible blast of energy hits the Astral Deva, followed closely by a barrage of gunfire and a Torch Eye laser.
((Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit, Miss, Critical. 174 damage total, that's one dead angel.))
With a heartbreaking cry of pain, the angel falls from the sky, its wings broken, torn, and bloody, its once pristine robes splattered with blood. It hits the ground with a sickening thud.
The Torch Eye directly the north of the Deva suddenly crackles with energy and shuts down as a malfunction scrambles its' systems.
((Torch Eye shut down for 4 rounds.))
The Dark Mage that was blind dispels the effect on him, as does the Cult Priest.
One of the Vrocks flies next to Cedric and shakes a cloud of spores over him and his centaur foe.
((6 damage to both of them.))
Another flies near Dawn, but takes no further action.
The third flies into the midst of Ashathel's group and emits a stunning screech. Yeesha, Slade and Aurik find themselves unable to move, so filled are they with fear.
((Yeesha, Slade, and Aurik are stunned for one round.))
Another Torch Eye beam strikes Slade as a burst of gunfire barely misses him. A barrage of Bowrider bolts strikes Slade as he once again becomes the focus of the enemy.
((69 damage total to Slade.))
The Bebilith dies, Aurik's spell being all it could take.
The Retriever cannot withstand the arrow AND the fleshraker, and swiftly crumbles into a pile of metal.
Ryhir envelops the Cult Dwarf in a whirlwind of metal, and when the whirlwind recedes, the Cult Dwarf stands, untouched. The diminutive cultist stands cracking up, laughing hard and pointing at Ryhir as the scout's failure is clear for all to see. Then Ryhir simply runs the dwarf through with a final attack as its laughing.
((Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss, Hit. Cult Dwarf dies.))
The Torch Eye on the front wall fires, its beam lancing through Merkass with ease.
((Hit. 20 damage.))
The Bowrider above Rhizor shoots his pet with an explosive bolt, then is shocked as a premature explosive detonates his bowgun, ruining the weapon.
((Hit. Miss, Crit miss. 6 damage to Fleshraker.))
The Cornugon vanishes, to reappear in the air, flying 20' above Gates.
All the creatures inside the inner keep prepare themselves.
The blinded monsters flail about wildly, though the blinded Drowned Eye act with discipline and go on the defensive.
The mage on the left side of the castle casts Dispel Magic, restoring the sight of his cleric companion as a Torch Eye and Brass Gunner shoot a shell and beam at Kanmeshi.
((Hit, Hit. 41 damage to Kanmeshi.))
The Cult Dwarf rushes forward, Kethra managing to opportunistically kick him on the way. The Dwarf misses, though. A Chain Devil moves to support him.
A wyvern executes an aerial charge at Kanmeshi, but the birdman easily flies out of the way, able to exploit a counter attack.
((Kanmeshi may include one free counter attack in his next turn.))
Ashathel is struck by a charging Cult Dwarf, but not before the dwarf is nearly killed by Van's guisarme.
((Dwarf takes 59 damage. Ash takes 8.))
Various people cast various buffs.
Next turn!
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Posted by: FreedomJu Thu Jan 26, 2006 7:50 am
(Van moves to 33, 36 and trips the Render.... Trip Hit: 9(d20)+23(bonuses)=32 Hit STR check: 20(d20)+10(STR mod and Improved Trip feat)=30 Render is tripped
Hit=13(d20)+9(BAB)+3(Enchantment)+6(STR)+4(Bard)+1(Elation)+4(prone enemy)=40
Damage= 2+3(2d4)+9(STR1.5)+3(Enchantment)+4(Bard)+1(Elation)=22
Render fails WILL save and is phased for 2 rounds)

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Jan 26, 2006 7:53 am
Laika lets out a furious group of attacks on the dwarf who missed his oportunity to attack. ((Attack: Claw1:D20 + 9(STR) + 7(BAB) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 1(Haste) + 4(PA) = 14 + 18 = 32 Claw2:D20 + 9(STR) + 7(BAB) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 1(Haste) + 4(PA) = 9 + 18 = 27
Claw3:D20 + 9(STR) + 7(BAB) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 1(Haste) + 4(PA) = 17 + 18 = 35
Bite: D20 + 4(STR) + 3(BAB) + 4(song) + 1(Haste) + 4(PA) = 18 + 8 = 26
Damage:
Claw1: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = 1 + 1(Fire) + 18 = 20
Claw2: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = 7 + 1(Fire) + 18 = 26
Claw3: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = 1 + 3(Fire) + 18 = 22
Bite: D6 + 4(STR) + 4(song) + 4(PA) = 3 + 12 = 15
Total = 83))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Jan 26, 2006 8:16 am
"Van, get to the render; I'll deal with this fool!" Ashathel said, making a simple stroke with the force blade. It easily slid through the dwarf's defenses, leaving it lifeless from the finishing blow. That done, he moved after his ally to cover the guisarme wielder.
((
Attack: 1d20 +10 (force blade) +3 (greaves) +7 (finesse) +7 (bab) +4 (bardic)= 35
Damage: 7d6 +3 (str) +3 (greaves) +6 (insightful) + 4 (bardic) = 42
Tumble: 1d20 + 7(ranks) +2 (syn) +7 (dex) = 26
Move to 37, 33, no AoO on Ash due to sweet Tumble check. He's in position to full attack the render next round.
Gabe stabilized with a 24 total.
<}--- Ashathel: 87/87 HP ---{>
Effective AC: 26 (20 touch), +2 Dodge to the Torch Eye
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Int, Mage Armor, Blur, Mirror Images, Aurik's spell, Bardic Music, Elation
== Spells ==
Lvl. 0: Disrupt Undead x2, Electric Jolt
Lvl. 1: Orb of Frost x3
Lvl. 2: ----
<}--- Gabriel -1/107 HP---{>
Effective AC: 20
Buffs: Enlarged (Large size, +2 Str, -2 Dex, -1 attack), Aurik's Spell, Bardic Music
Rage: 2/2 per day))

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Thu Jan 26, 2006 9:43 am
Jokulligr's surprised by the sudden shot taken from an unseen source, knocked momentairly out of his posture by the hit. He catches himself quickly enough to evade the attack from the Knight, however, gritting his teeth as he ignores the pain of the wound for the time being and again lashes out at the Dark Knight with his fists, his attacks fueled with righteous fury after witnessing the brutal death of the angel of the Light.
((I'm told this action counts as my turn for last round, officially taking place as the very last action of that round.
Attack 1: 7(d20) + 3(BAB) + 8(STR) + 2(GMW) + 1(Exalted Strike) + 4(Music) - 4(Defensive Fighting) = 21, hit thanks to the Knight;s blind and deafness.
Attack 2: 10 + 3 + 8 + 2 + 1 + 4 - 4 = 24, hit
Damage 1: 6 + 8 + 2 + 1 + 4 = 21
Damage 2: 4 + 8 + 2 + 1 + 4 = 19
40 damage total to the Dark Knight and it must deal with the ToGI saves twice. Action for this round shall come later, as I need to go now. x_x))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Jan 26, 2006 4:50 pm
[Ride: 8 + 10 = 18] [Ride: 11 + 10 = 21] The clear voice of the Paladin echos across the battlefield, "Rally! Stay with your squads! Let no one be separated!" Cedric glares at the Hydra but has no means of safely reaching it. His eyes burn with a righteous light, the sight of the butchering of the perfect celestial being imprinted in his memory. He turns his gaze to the nearby demons, his eyes filled with wrath.
Fortune Cookie lashes out at the multiple Vrocks with his mighty hooves.
[Hooves 1: 14 + 6 + 4 = 24]
[Damage: 2 + 4 = 6]
[Hooves 2: 13 + 6 + 4 = 23]
[Damage: 3 + 4 = 7]
Cedric glances at the Vrock but presses his assault on the Kyton, leveling his mighty hammer and swinging it at the fiend with great wrath. However, despite his wrath he skillfully attacks in such a manner as to increase his own defensive positioning.
[Sanctify Martial Strike - Weapon is good aligned.]
[Combat Expertise: 5]
[Attack 1: 6 + 23 + 4 + 2 - 5 = 30]
[Damage: 3 + 19 + 2 + 4 + 4 E + 2 S + 4 FB = 28 + 4 Elec + 2 Sonic + 4 Fiendbane]
[Attack Haste: 11 + 23 + 4 + 2 - 5 = 35]
[Damage: 7 + 19 + 3 + 4 + 1 E + 6 S + 11 FB = 33 + 1 Elec + 6 Sonic + 11 Fiendbane]
[Attack 3: 20...+18 + 4 + 2 - 5 = 39]
[Confirm: 5 + 18 + 4 + 2 - 5 = 24]
[Damage: 9 (13) + 19 (57) + 3 + 4 + 5 (18) E + 6 S + 5 FB = 35 (77) + 5 (18) Elec + 6 Sonic + 5 Fiendbane]
The blows of the Kensai rain down like thunderbolts, Storm's Wrath crackling with electricity and unleashing mighty claps of sound akin to thunder with each strike. Empowered against the fiendish invaders, Storm's Wrath penetrates the defenses of the devil with ease.
((If the Kyton falls, switch attacks to the Vrock which should have lost some mirror images if the horse hit. Yes, finally a use for the horse's attacks. Sigh...now watch Cedric hit a mirror image with his first critical.))
((I'm assuming that A.D.A.M. still functions, if not I shall edit.))
[UTD: 11 + 15 = 26]
A.D.A.M. moves forward through the entry of the gate coming to a stop just within the walls. Its minigun slowly raises and unleashes a barrage of fire upon the dark priest.
((My stats aren't up to date, sadly...))
[Attack: 5 + 8? + 4 = 17]
[Damage: 5 + 6 + 6 + 6...= 23] ((Figures, roll nearly max damage on an attack that will most likely miss.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Jan 26, 2006 5:13 pm
((For Ash - Kno[Arcana] (Hydra): 1d20 +10 = 22 I'm assuming he remembers all the nasty things it can do, but I'll still wait to be sure that's the case.))

Posted by: Aldur Fri Jan 27, 2006 1:38 am
Amelios manages to barely reach Gabriel, heading tp the space three below the knight above Gabriel. He touchs the fallen warrior, invoking healing lights to aid the stricken hero. 4+8+1+5+12 = 30 hp restored. Amelios turns, noting more Undead creatures, his holy symbol once again flaring to life.
"Thy sins rest heavy upon you defiler of souls! Upon my soul, feel the raidant light, and may you be forever stricken by it's holy power. May thy Evil intent fade on this day!
His holy symbol flaring as he tries once more to eradicate the undead. (Destroying them)
Turn check = 19+6=25
HD thingy = 5+1+11+4=21

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 27, 2006 1:41 am
Gabriel does not stir even as the healing courses through him. ((Gabriel is still at -8 nonlethal, though he's at 29 normal HP now.))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Jan 27, 2006 6:43 am
: "Great job, Tanooki. Now let's reinforce the center!" *Faralon orders, as his voice carries northward. I'll have to find an opportune moment to reappear and attack. Until then, I think I shall stick to defensive tactics.* === *Acacia, bewildered by her sudden loss of senses, returns to her feet, then swings her sword powerfully, hoping to hit an enemy.*
((Power Attack 4. I'm personally aiming for the Dead Eye NW of her.
To hit: Natural 15. I think even with the Blindness and Power Attack that'd hit ^_^ There's a +8 from BAB, +4 from bardic music, +5 from STR, +5 from magic, and +1 from haste.
Miss chance: 95. Hit!
Damage: (9 + 4) + 4 (Power Attack) + 4 (Bardic music) + 5 (STR w/ Elation) + 5 (magic) = 31 damage.))
===
*Isyndel nods, heading north and invoking the spell Bolt Lv. 2, centered on the enemy mage guarded by the Bearded Evils.*
((Faralon: 33, 38
Isyndel: 33, 41
Acacia: Same spot, only not prone
Ref save DC 18 for half damage
Primary Bolt: Mage
(5 + 5 + 2 + 6 + 1 + 5 + 3 + 6 + 4) = 37 Electrical damage
Overcoming spell resistances...
3 Bearded Devils: Natural 10 = pass, Natural 20 = pass, Natural 20 = pass
1 Chain Devil: Natural 17 = pass
Secondary Bolts: Dark Priest, 3 Bearded Devils, 2 Drowned Eye, the centaur near Jokulligr if it's still alive (Tinker? if the centaur is dead and the tinker lives), the Hydra that just felled Gabe, And the centaur between the two golems.
(3 + 5 + 6 + 4) = 18 Electrical damage
w00t!))
===
((Shinjo wanted me to ALSO take Kanmeshi's action, since he's gonna be gone for the weekend. @_@ Says the following rolls he got from an AoO on the Wyvern that was provoked or something???: 20, 19, 7 = which confirmed a upgraded crit.
Damage rolled: (5 + 8 + 3) + 9 (STR w/Elation x3) + 9 (Magic x3) + 12 (Bardic music x3) = 46))
*Kanmeshi flies down to the ground, seeking cover behind the walls. He uses one of the charges of the wand that was bought and given to him.*
((CMW Wand: (8 + 4) + 3 = 15 HP restored.
New location: Kanmeshi: 14, 42))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Jan 27, 2006 3:57 pm
((Because of haste, Zook apperently gets another attack... Targeting Dark Priest or Hydra.)) [Haste Attack: 18 + 8? + 4 = 30] [Damage: 9 + 4 + 1 + 3 = 17]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Jan 27, 2006 4:55 pm
((Teh post is being editted))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Jan 27, 2006 7:02 pm
((Question... why is Kethra dealing only subdual damage again?))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Jan 27, 2006 7:41 pm
((Kyton's only take lethal damage from silver weapons, weapons/attacks that are either good aligned or have the "Holy" ability, and spells. Everything else [unarmed strikes included] deals nonlethal damage ))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Jan 27, 2006 10:17 pm
((... where did you see that? I've checked the SRD and the MM, and I'm not seeing anything like that in either source. The DR is there, yeah, but nothing else is.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Jan 27, 2006 10:22 pm
*Merkass bdis adieu to the render, leaping over its large forearms and around to the ladder which he quickly ascends. He'd be back for the accursed beast later. However, right now another foul beast awaited and was in dire need of slaying. Drawing another holy, silver serpentstongue arrow, Merkass quickly leaps behind Laika's position and fires over his shoulder into the Dark Dwarf. The arrow pierces its armor and passes through its body, exploding through with a slight shower of gore on the Kyton, who it proceeds to pass through next. The arrow flares as it passes through each target, exuding a holy light into each of the evil creatures it hits.*
((Tumble automatically passes. No need to check.
Attack Roll: 1d20 + 26 + 1 (PBS) = 6 + 27 = 33.
Merkass fights defensively. -4 = 29.
Dwarf: 29
Kyton: 25
Tinker/Tank: 21
Priest: 17
Damage
1d8 + + 1d6 (skirmish + 1d6 (exit wound) + 2d6 (Holy) + 5 + 4 + 1 PBS + 1 (FE) = 2 + 5 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 12 = 29 damage to everything in that line I hit, which should be the Dwarf and the Kyton.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Jan 28, 2006 6:17 am
Damas presses on with Isyndel, and his eyes widen when he sees what is happening inside. "Melian seldar, sina sa n'alur taga I nowe... [Dear god, this is worse that I thought]." he murmurs. Taking only a moment to calm himself, the young elf weaves arcane symbols in the air with his fingers, and recites incantations in the language of magic. A small blue bead forms on his fingertip and he points north. The little bead zips off and when it reaches its destination - explodes into a blast of frigid winds and ice.
((New Location: 39, 33
Damas then decides to throw an iceball at http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b270/tenshinekootome/2b95fb9f.jpg group, using the rod to maximize it. Everything within the green radius drawing gets hit. Gotta love Paint, since mom hasn't reinstalled Photoshop.
Checks to Overcome SR
Bearded Devil 1: 13 + 9 = 22. Pass
Bearded Devil 2: 10 + 9 = 19. Pass
Bearded Devil 3: 16 + 9 = 25. Pass
Damage
Dark Mage, Dark Priest, Two Centaurs: 54 cold
Three Bearded Devils: 44 cold
Golem: None [Immune to magic]
Drowned Eye: None [Immune to cold]
Those damaged can also make a reflex save for half the listed damage))
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Kethra sets her sights on the Mage in the north and attempts to tumble past the swordsman and wyvern.
((Tumble: 20 + 14 - 10 = 24
I need to know if I passed before finishing this action))

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Jan 28, 2006 8:45 am
((For the record, Laika more than likely killed the Dark Dwarf, combined with the AoO that Kethra should be getting on it. Meaning, Merkass's arrow gets to go through the kyton first.))

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Sat Jan 28, 2006 8:54 am
Watching the Centaur before him fall from an onslaught of magic, Jokulligr promptly turns his focus to the other enemies surrounding him and his two allies, nimbly moving into striking range of the devious Tinker, whom was still suffering from the effects of the Holy Word. His fists flash through the air once more, both landing solid blows on their target.
((Tumbled to a new space adjacent to the Tinker. Not sure which space exactly, but I believe TUM knows which one
Attack1: 4(d20) + 3(BAB) + 8(STR) + 2(GMW) + 1(Exalted Strike) + 4(Music) - 4(Defensive Fighting) = 18, hit
Attack2: 11 + 3 + 8 + 2 + 1 + 4 - 4 = 25, hit
Damage1: 5 + 8 + 2 + 1 + 4 = 20
Damage2: 5 + 8 + 2 + 1 + 4 = 20
40 Damage total, and again two saves against ToGI. It failed the saves for both primary and secondary effects, so it takes 5 DEX damage immediatly, and another 15 when the secondary kicks in a bit later, if it lives 'til a bit later. >.>))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Jan 28, 2006 9:38 am
((Van cannot move to those coordinates and attack >x33,y36< I moved you to the closest place where you wouldn't provoke AoO and could still attack.)) Laika literally rips the dwarf in front of him limb from limb. Fortune Cookie, unable to hit the airborne Vrocks, does the next best thing and strikes at the centaur knight. The warrior is unable to withstand the blows and swiftly falls under. The Kyton soon suffers the same fate from Cedric's hammer, falling into a pile of chains and sulfur after the second blow from the sword-saint's* mighty hammer. Left with no other viable target, Cedric follows through to strike the tinker's machine with his final blow. The mighty strike is the final straw for the besieged siege engine, and its engine blows, causing it to become a very expensive piece of terrain. The tinker, still blind, scramblines out, blunderbuss in hand.
((Kyton slain, Tank destroyed. *- I was told long ago Kensai meant 'Sword-Saint' as a loose translation...))
ADAM rumbles forward, spitting out a hail of lead that impacts the priest and wounds him badly.
((Kai, I will remind you, you have an automatic threat to use. Both attacks hit, BTW.))
Amelios calls down the fury of Mitula on the area, reducing the prone Gray Render zombie to dust. Ironically, the Goddess of Mercy shows none here.
Acacia breaks more than a few bones with her assault, but the skeleton still stands.
Isyndel moves forward and casts her spell, one Drowned Eye, and Bearded Devil managing to avoid part of the cascade of lightning showering the area. The Tinker for his part, nimbly takes cover in the wreckage of his tank, avoiding the spell's effect entirely. The mage is brought to his knees, but does not die as the electricity flows through him. Two of the Barbazus, weakened already by Kanmeshi's earlier assault, collapse, writhing on the floor, their infernal life fleeing from them. The Hydra is struck, but its flesh begins healing itself in moments.
Merkass' arrow bursts through the Kyton, but plinks off the tank's armor plates.
Damas moves as far as he can before hurling a ball of ice at the foe. The mage and priest are frozen solid in chunks of ice before shattering into thousands of tiny shards. Even the cold resistant Barbazu falls before the enhanced spell.
((You don't have enough move to get to x39, y33. That's 70 feet away. Moved 50' up, assumed you had some sort of speed buff.))
Kethra, still being invisible, tumbles all around the area, even though the enemy doesn't have a clue she's there.
((I'm assuming you attack. Hit. 1+9=10-10=No damage. Stoneskin at 140 points strength.))
Kethra strikes at the mage, but her fist hits something hard and unyielding instead of flesh, dealing no damage. A moment later, she is shocked to find a silvery blade jutting from the mage's neck as Kyoji reappears beside her, short sword plunging through the mage's spine and neck.
((Nat 20. Confirmed. Critical Hit! 57-10= 47 damage. Mage killed.))
Rachel manages to send a pair of arrows into the Hydra's scaly body.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. 17 damage total.))
Yeesha shakes her head and growls as she unleashes a bolt of lightning the roasts an approaching wyvern dead.
((Nat 20 means Yeesha's cleared of her curse for the rest of the fight. And 57 damage to the Wyvern from an awesome Lightning Bolt roll. Wyvern dies.))
Gates slashes at the hovering Vrock near him, but only manages to take out a Mirror Image.
((FYI, all Vrocks are at least 20' off the ground save this one, 5' off the ground.))
Castor readies himself for attack as Dawn hurls a spear at one of the Vrocks, striking the actual demon, but failing to do any harm due to the ordinary nature of the spear.
"The one time I WANT to hit an illusion..." Dawn hisses.
Slade heals himself again, closing his gashes with devout prayer.
((Healed 44 HP with Cure Critical Wounds.))
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((Too late to proceed. Enemy actions will be processed tommorrow.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Jan 28, 2006 8:56 pm

QUOTE (TheUnknownMarine @ Sat Jan 28, 2006 3:38 am)
((You don't have enough move to get to x39, y33. That's 70 feet away. Moved 50' up, assumed you had some sort of speed buff.))

((I think you reversed the numbers, and that's my fault for not knowing X and Y. Sorry Ian His speed is 35' with Elation
Damas' new position is: x33, y39))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Jan 28, 2006 11:42 pm
The Render follows Merkass into the building, barely squeezing its massive bulk through the secondary gate. Meanwhile, the bowrider atop the gate falls back. The Torch fires its beam at Gates as one of the Drowned Eye commandos fires a carefully aimed barrage of gunfire at Slade. The remaining two Bowriders on the wall also join in, firing explosive crossbow bolts at the priest.
((Hit. 20 damage to Gates. Autothreat(snipe). Confirmed. 87 damage to Slade. Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit, Miss, Miss. 31 damage to Slade.))
The Cornugon laughs as it wheels around in the air and casts a fireball down onto the warriors below it. Dawn manages to leap out of the way of the worst of the blast, as does Slade, but Slade still fails unconscious thanks to his grievous wounds. The others have a wave of fire wash over them.
((Everyone failed but Dawn and Slade. Dawn and Slade take 20 damage. Slade is at -3 HP. Castor, Gates, Aurik, Yeesha and the unfortunate Wyvern above Slade take 41 damage. Yeesha drops a 5th level spell to absorb the damage.))
The Wyverns charge forth, several swarming around Gates and some around Castor, but not managing to inflict any damage. The veteran dwarf actually manages to counterattack the fireball injured wyvern's attack and kill it during the assault. However, the Vrock in front of it decides to join the attack, scratching open a few wounds on the dwarf. The other Vrock in the area dives down to join its brother.
((Many misses, 1 critical miss. Counterattack hit! 20 damage to the Wyvern. Wyvern defeated! Vrock attacks! Hit, Miss, Miss, Miss, Hit! 20 damage total to Gates. Hit, Hit, Miss, Miss, Hit! 35 damage to Gates!))
As the two wyverns enter his attack range, Castor lashes out with a pair of blows that nearly slay one of the winged beasts, cleaving off a leg and leaving a gash in its chest. The dragon-thing shrieks in pain.
((Hit, Hit. 50 damage total.)
The Kyton in front of Laika slams its spiked chains across the wolfman's face twice, coming close to raking the weapons across his eyes. The monster then carefully moves five feet back.
((Nat 20, Hit. Not confirmed. 14 damage total.))
Two Torch Eyes open fire, one striking Laika, the other Kanmeshi.
((Hit, Hit. 20 damage to Laika and Kanmeshi.))
The Wyvern charges Kanmeshi again, and once again misses.
The blinded Drowned Eye backs up, turns around, and saturates the area in front of him with gunfire.
((Strafe check: Success. Ref saves: failed. 19 damage to Kethra and Kyoji.))
"Warrior get up here and fight these invisible ones, you're blind anyway!" the priest roars as he backs up and casts a healing spell on himself.
((Cult Priest heals 20 HP.))
The Cult Swordsman dashes up to Kethra, slashing at empty air and predictably, hitting nothing.
The Tinker fires a round at Laika, cackling madly as it impacts onto him.
((Hit. 17 damage to Laika.))
Brand moves over the wall, then lands on the ground.
The Tinker howls in pain as it is struck, then triggers its blunderbuss, spraying the area in front of it with debris.
((9 damage to Acacia and Jokulligr.))
The Stone Golem near Jokulligr pounds the dragon monk with its fist, the other blow impacting only stone tile, leaving a crater.
((Hit, Miss. 23 damage to Jokulligr.))
The other Golem misses with its first blow against Cedric, but its second blow impacts the paladin dead on in the face.
((Miss. Critical Hit! 32 damage to Cedric, which I do believe drops him to -3.))
The Vrock that attacked Cedric lands next to Acacia and rips into her horse with a single claw.
((Hit. 16 damage to Acacia's mount.))
The Hydra moves forward and attacks Ashathel, but the agile elf moves out of the way.
A Drowned Eye fires a quick burst at Fortune Cookie.
((Hit. 20 damage to Fortune Cookie.))
Isyndel feels pain run through her as a Brass Gunner rolls closer and blasts her with its cannon.
((Hit. 16 damage to Isyndel.))
Van inadvertantly screams out as an invisible blast of energy strikes him in the chest.
((Hit. 32 damage to Van.))
A trio of explosive bolts hits ADAM, and then another two finish the job. The mighty machine can take no more and shuts down.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. 23-16= 7 damage. Hit, Hit, Hit. 34-24= 10. 17 damage total, ADAM no longer functional.))
Van screams again, as his body is riddled with bullet wounds, courtesy of one of the Drowned Eye atop the wall.
((Hit. 32 damage to Van.))
Brand screeches loudly as a burst of minigun fire rips through his chest. The valiant birdman is dropped to one knee, but his immense stubborness and willpower allow him to continue the fight.
((Critical Hit. 75 damage to Brand.))
Rachel shrieks as a burst of gunfire gets her in the side.
((Hit. 25 damage to Rachel.))
The people within the inner keep and on the roof cast more spells.
Next round!
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Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Jan 29, 2006 1:36 am
((Bolt, you neglected the bonus HP from bear's endurance. Cedric is still conscious and rather vexed at the moment.)) [Ride: 11 + 10 = 21] [Ride: 16 + 10 = 26] Cedric glances around, pain written across his face from the blow but otherwise unshaken, "Stay together!"
[Five Foot Step towards the Hydra]
Fortune Cookie takes a step towards the massive hydra while Cedric braces himself, waiting for a moment to strike in order to best defend himself. His first blow lands like a bolt of thunder, smashing through the defenses of the Hydra as if they were paper. He does not pause despite the awesome blow but continues to lay into traitorous beast.
[Combat Expertise -5]
[Attack 1: 20 + 23 + 4 - 5 = 42]
[Confirm: 7 + 23 + 4 - 5 = 29]
[Damage: 9(20) + 19 (57) + 4 + 3(12) E + 5 S = 32(81) + 3(12) Elec + 5 Sonic]
[Attack Haste: 13 + 23 + 4 - 5 = 35]
[Damage: 4 + 19 + 4 + 2 E + 3 S = 27 + 2 Elec + 3 Sonic]
[Attack 2: 10 + 18 + 4 - 5 = 27]
[Damage: 3 + 19 + 4 + 5 E + 5 S = 26 + 5 Elec + 5 Sonic]
The wrath of Cedric seems to inspire his noble steed who also lashes out at the Hydra only to find it dead.
[Horse Attack: 3 + 4 = 7]
[Horse Attack: 9 + 4 = 12]
The Paladin takes a deep breath, glancing over the battlefield once again while the twitching frame of the hydra lays on the ground, "All those who serve the darkness shall fall!!! Repent now or face the wrath of creation!!!" The Paladin looks steadily at the Golem, "Mitula is forgiving but only to those who seek it..." His voice softens, "Do not follow these fiends who care not for you."
[Intimidate: 8 + 14 = 22] ((Circumstance bonus...+10,000))
((Also...might I add... BOOM!!! SMITE!!!))
Zook mutters a foul curse, looking for the being that dared attack his beautiful machine. Not finding his enemy, he instead slide from A.D.A.M. and draws his rifle. Leveling it, he takes two shots at the bowrider to the north of the passwall passage.
[Attack 1: 14 + 9 + 4 = 28]
[Damage: 2 + 6 + 1 = 9]
[Auto-threat]
[Attack Haste: 20...+ 9 + 4 = 34]
[Confirm: 14 + 10 + 4 = 28] [x3 to x4]
[Damage: 3 + 6 + 3 + 3 + 4 + 2 + 3 + 5 + 4 + 4 = 37]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Jan 29, 2006 3:25 am
*Be quiet...* Kethra thinks to herself, moving towards the evil clergyman. She balls her hand into a fist and slams it into his stomach viciously, then spins around and hits him with a round house kick. Her follow up uppercut misses by a hair though, which does not make her happy.
((New Location: x12, y33
Attack 1: 20 + 6 (BAB) + 3 (STR w/ Elation) + 4 (Song) = 33. Threat!
Confirming... 13 + 6 (BAB) + 3 (STR w/ Elation) + 4 (Song) = 26. Critical Hit!
Attack 2: 16 + 6 (BAB) + 3 (STR w/ Elation) + 4 (Song) = 29. Hit!
Attack 3: 2 + 1 (BAB) + 3 (STR w/ Elation) + 4 (Song) = 10. Miss!
Damage [Attack 1]: 2 + 1 + 6 + 6 + 6 (STR w/ Elation *2) + 4 (Song) = 25
Damage [Attack 2]: 5 + 2 + 3 (STR w/ Elation) + 4 (Song) = 14
Total Damage: 39))

Posted by: Aldur Sun Jan 29, 2006 3:36 am
Amelios uses the magical rod he bought to once again heal Gabriel, praying that he would arise, as that Hydra was becoming rather an annoyance. The Cleric knew he was cornered, the Hydra's huge range making it hard to move around. ((2+6+3= 11 hp restored. So he should get up.))
Amelios then tries to get rid of the Drowned eye, failing miserably, as the holy light shimmers faintly. He frowns, wondering if the Goddess had become perhaps even weaker, and the Strife Lord's ever stronger. The kyantol tried to shake the feeling off, but it was there...ever niggling at his resolve.
((rolled a 1. -_-))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Jan 29, 2006 7:06 am
Grinning as he noted Gabriel's imminent revival, he decided to soften the hydra from afar before returning to assist his allies. Gathering the neergy he'd prepared, he directed a Lesser Orb of Cold in it's direction and nodded in approval as it struck with estra efficacy. That done, he moved and dropped a potion as he did so, calling out to the guisarme-wielder.
"Van, use this and get ready to go back outside! It's taking too long for them to get in here, and we can't expect to finish this alone!"
(( Lesser Orb of Frost: 1d20 +4(bardic) +6 (dex) +3 (greaves) = 32, nat 19
Confirm: 1d20 + =31, nat 18
Damage: 4d8 x2 = 38
Move to 44, 32, dropping a potion of CMW at 43,32 for Van to pick up and use))
Gabe's eyes open as the cleric does his duty, feeling immense rage at the fact that the hydra dared to strike at him. Roaring with displeasure, his body does all it can to destroy the immediate source of his displeasure - and in the process of doing so, he finds that the mask most of his lost health. The hydra falls, writhing, as it joins the half-giant on the floor of the castle - only with much less life than the barbarian. Aiming to shake all of the foes around him, he unleashed another earth-shaking roar, more like that of a lion than a man.
((Gabe stays on the ground and pwns the hydra.
Attack1: 1d20 +9 (str) +8 (bab) +1 (sword) +4 (bardic) -1(size) -4(prone) -7 (pa) = 23
Damage1: 4d6 +1 (sword) +12 (str) +4 (bardic) +14 (pa) = 46
1d20 +9 (str) +3 (bab) +1 (sword) +4 (bardic) -1(size) -4(prone) -7 (pa) = 22
Damage1: 4d6 +1 (sword) +12 (str) +4 (bardic) +14 (pa) = 47
Intimidate [Demoralize]: 1d20 +12 = 21; I'm hoping there are bonuses in there somewhere for being enraged, wearing the mask of death, and having pwned the other hydra.
93 total damage to the hydra, and the same restored to Gabe's HP. Also... this is all brought to you by Rage, the barbarian's trademark ability. +4 Str, +4 Con (and thus +16 hp), +2 Will, and -2 AC. Even better, the sword prevents fatigue, so he'll go back to normal after all of this.
Sexy.
<}--- Ashathel - 87/87 HP---{>
Effective AC: 26 (21 touch), +2 Dodge to the
Buffs: +4 Dex, +4 Int, Mage Armor, Blur, 2 Mirror Images, Elation, Aurik's spell, Bardic Music
== Spells ==
Lvl. 0: Disrupt Undead x2, Electric Jolt
Lvl. 1: Orb of Frost x2
Lvl. 2: ----
<}--- Gabriel - 123/123 HP ---{>
Effective AC: 16
Buffs: Enlarged (Large size, +2 Str, -2 Dex, -1 attack), Elation, Bardic Music, Aurik's Spell, Rage
Rage: 1/2 per day (1/1 per encounter), Round 1/8))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Jan 30, 2006 7:54 am
((New map locations: Faralon: 34, 30 or 34, 31 if I can't reach that Isyndel: 33, 37 Acacia: Same place)) : "Isyndel, try not to worry about that tinker. Instead, see if you can do something about that cluster of snipers northwest of here on the walls! They're a far greater threat to us. Damas, take out that demon, if you can. I'm going to aid Cedric!"
*Faralon moves forward, casting Cure Serious Wounds on Cedric.* ((And failing miserably.))
((1 + 3 + 4 + 9 = 17 HP restored. Yeah. How serious is that? -_-))
===
*Upon orders, Isyndel casts a spell, conjuring a Sleet Storm over the enemy snipers.*
((Focused on the DE soldier two squares south of The Silence. It's 40' radius, 20' tall.))
===
*Acacia, still blind, swings wildly, only managing to hit an enemy once - the Vrock.*
((Missed twice due to 50% miss chance. Roll to hit: Natural 11. With all the bonuses, it's a hit, yeah.
Damage: (6 + 1) + 5 (STR w/Elation) + 4 (bardic music) + 5 (magic) = 21.
Also - is her horse getting up now???))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Jan 30, 2006 6:20 pm
"Ilye for' [All right]," Damas replies. He moves forward to get a better shot at the Vrock and begins to chant - weaving arcane symbols in the air with his fingers. His extends his hand and a white-blue orb flies towards the Vrock. It hits, but does not do as much as he thought it would.
((New Position: x33, y35
Orb of Cold.
Orb: 4 + 8 = 12. Hit!
Damage: 46 - 10 (Vrock's cold resistance) = 36 cold
Eh, not half bad... But still...damn resistance to everything -_-))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Jan 30, 2006 7:46 pm
*Merkass slides his way around Laika to 11,45. Feeling no pity for the unliving creatures before him, Merkass fires a rapid succession of arrows into the torch eye and soldier before him. Crouching slightly into his knees, Merkass readies to roll out of the way of any incoming attacks.*
((Rapid Shot:
To hit
1d20 + 27 - 2 - 4 (defensive) = 10 + 21 = 31
1d20 + 21 = 14 + 21 = 35
1d20 + 21 = 4 + 21 = 25
1d20 + 16 = 19 + 16 = 35.
Torch Eye: 31, 35, 25, 35
Soldier: 27, 31, 21, 31 (+2 to all if undead)
Damage (Serpentsongue Arrows)
1d8 + 1d6 + 10 = 8 + 3 + 10 = 21
1d8 + 1d6 + 10 = 6 + 6 + 10 = 22
1d8 + 1d6 + 10 = 2 + 1 + 10 = 13
1d8 + 1d6 + 10 = 8 + 6 + 10 = 24
If both happen to die before any of those attacks end, I'm re-aiming at the Kyton with another holy arrow. If there are multiple shots, he's only firing one more holy arrow. Here are the to-hits for that
Kyton (disregarding the first attack): 36, 26, 36 (Point blank shot will be in effect)
Damage (add 2d6 + 1 for holy and PBS)
2d6 + 1 = 5 + 5 + 1 = 11
So damages would be as follows: +11 for the first hit, and then another +1 for any thereafter.))
*Shaking the terrible paralysis from the Vrock's screech, Aurik is met with the burning sensation of the Cornugon's fireball. Thankful he cannot be seen at the current time, Aurik makes his way over to the fallen figure of Slade and brings him back to the realm of consciousness. Slade feels little fear of any harm that may come his way upon awakening.*
((Aurik moves to 51,30
Use domain spell: Cure Serious Wounds
3d8 + 11 + 1 = 3 + 3 + 7 + 12 = 22 damage healed.
Slade gains the benefit of Healing Kicker (Sanctuary).
Slade is under the effects of a sanctuary spell for 1 round. The save to overcome this effect is Will DC 15 + 3 + 5 = 23.))
*Rhizor spits at his allies' formational ineptitude. They stood within the way not only of him, but also his companion. It would be no matter, they would merely be privy to his other talents. Rhizor strides forth, his fleshraker by his side. With very few options and his allies' close proximity to one another, negating any chance of any spells affecting a large area, Rhizor goes for another option. He's fleshraker just behind him, Rhizor moves his taloned digits cumbersomely but effectively. His own and his fleshrakers' claws, teeth, and other damaging parts of their bodies seem to take on a sheen like steel. Momentarily his enemies would feel his wrath, and then nothing at all.*
((Rhizor moves to 33,40. Fleshraker moves to 32,41.
Rhizor casts Nature's Favor on himself and his fleshraker (share spell). This grants a +2 luck bonus on attack and damage rolls.
I'd charge, guys, but you have the entire field blocked for me and the spellcasters decided to line up all nice.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 31, 2006 12:46 am
Zook's shot masterfully exits the Bowrider's head in a spray of gore. The eyes of the Stone Golems suddenly flash amber. Van suddenly feels sluggish as he finds himself unable to bring his reflexes and speed to bear. Exerting himself takes effort and his movements seem as if he were struggling against some unseen force. Jokulligr feels the same way. Ashathel begins to feel the creeping lethargy, but manages to fight it off.
((Slow, Slow. Will saves: Nearly everyone passed one, then failed the other. Van is slowed for 7 rounds. Jokulligr is slowed for 7 rounds. Faralon is slowed for 7 rounds. Cedric and Acacia's Haste effects are dispelled. http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/slow.htm))
Brand levels his orb and fires its lightning bolt at the line of enemies to his left. The magical spell rips through the enemy line, finishing the job Kethra started and frying the priest as the Tinker swerves his tank out of the way, and the Drowned Eye and Torch Eye both nearly crumble as the lightning courses over it. Brand then hastily ascends 20' into the air.
((33 damage to all. Tinker saved and took no damage.))
Damas only manages to strike one of the Vrock's many mirror images, dispelling the illusion with his spell of ice.
Aurik revives Slade, who swiftly heals himself.
((Slade casts Heal, bringing himself back up to full.))
Yeesha mumbles arcane words, and a blast of electricity bursts forth from her, turning the Wyvern to ash and continuing past it to electrify the Torch Eye on the eastern battlements. The machine collapses into spare parts.
((Maximized Lightning Bolt for 60 damage on the Wyvern and Torch Eye. Both destroyed.))
Dawn charges, lance held up to impale the hovering Vrock, but her powerful strike only manages to dispel a mirror image. Castor's charge meets the same fate, even with his frenzied attack, but by the end, all of the illusions are dispelled.
Gates attacks the second Vrock and once again, dispels all the illusions around it but one with his mighty blows.
Yeesha screams suddenly as a Wyvern flies low and stings her with its tail before flying back up again, to the Cornugon's side. Her face pales as she feels her body going numb.
((5 HP and 7 CON damage to Yeesha. 1st level spell dropped to absorb the HP loss. Yeesha has failed her secondary save and will die from Con loss next round if not healed.))
The Cornugon cackles as it throws another fireball into the midst of the group.
((Slade fails, everyone else succeeds. Slade takes 34 damage. Aurik, Castor, Yeesha, and Gates take 15 damage each. Yeesha drops a second level spell to absorb the damage.))
The Drowned Eye on the battlements strafes with his minigun, dealing the deathblow to Gates. The Cypress warrior falls to his knees, coughing blood.
"I... I'm sorry... I tried..." Gates mumbles as he goes still.
"GATES!" Slade shouts. "NO! I didn't notice... I didn't see how badly hurt he was..." Slade mumbles, a look of shock on his face.
Merkass' shots destroy the Torch Eye and kill the Cult Swordsman as Rachel fires a pair of arrows that slay the Wyvern attacking Kanmeshi.
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((Rest of actions when I return from dinner.))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Jan 31, 2006 1:08 am
((Kanmeshi flies to 17, 45 and heals himself by 22.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Jan 31, 2006 3:15 am
((GAAAAAAAAH...))

Posted by: FreedomJu Tue Jan 31, 2006 4:44 am
((Van moves to 43, 32 and uses the potion. 17 HP restored.))

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Jan 31, 2006 5:31 am
Ryhir takes a few fast steps to the Chain Devil and goes blender on it, hitting it 4 times, bringing much harm to it. ((4 attacks hit, total damage 78 over 4 hits, DR reducing that to 58 over 4 hits, unless my math in chat was wrong))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 31, 2006 5:50 am
The Sleet Storm disappears almost as soon as it comes into being, one of the enemy mages focusing his arcane power on dispelling the enchantment. Rhizor is suddenly hit by an invisible blast of energy. ((Hit. 21 damage.)) All of the Drowned Eye on the inner battlements halt to reload.
The Bowrider on the inner battlements takes aim at Gabriel and fires!
((Hit, Miss, Miss.))
A single explosive bolt strikes the giant, serving mainly to annoy him.
((16 damage to Gabriel.))
A Torch Eye strikes Acacia, but her magical sword protects her from some of the beam.
((Hit. 15 damage after DR.))
Cedric is beset by a pair of powerful blows from the stone golem.
((32 and 34 to hit, I don't know your AC. Recall your barkskin is long dispelled, and the golem is not evil. Damage: 20 and 20.))
The last tank fires its main gun at Gabriel, blasting a hunk of flesh from the barbarian.
((Autothreat: Confirmed. 25x3= 75 damage to Gabriel.))
The other golem moves to confront Acacia, swatting her with a single powerful blow.
((Miss, Hit. 19 damage after DR.))
A beam of light pierces Merkass as the Torch Eye on the battlements fires again.
((Hit. 20 damage to Merkass.))
Kyoji activates his ring of invisibility and moves toward the inner keep wall.
((The unspecified spell last round that certain mages cast was Greater Invisibility. Repeat that, the roof mages and the lich are now invisible as Greater Invisibility. Just thought I better note that now.))
The lich flies up 60' into the air, then another 60' out of the keep.
The Drowned Eye continues to fire in the same area, catching the invisible Kethra in the hail of lead once more.
((Strafe check: Success! Ref save: Failed. Kethra takes 23 damage.))
A fireball comes from out of nowhere to slam into Rhizor and detonate.
(( Rhizor, the Fleshraker, Isyndel and Zook must Ref save DC17 for half damage. Zook and the Fleshie make the save, taking no damage. Isyndel and Rhizor make the save, taking 18 damage.))
http://magic19.homestead.com/sfcw/sfcw2/sfcwiig5a.png

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Jan 31, 2006 6:12 am
*Rhizor's wound stings and lets off steam, but the angle of the wound on his body gives him a hint at the direction of the offending enemy. Looking up, he sees something shuffling around on a rampart, and yells out to the others.* : There! He shot me! He shot me directly in the buttocks!
~~~Just kidding~~~
: There! The Silence!
((Rhizor uses his move action to point out the Silence's location. More to come later, folks))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 31, 2006 6:20 am
"What! Yeesha too... No, not another one! No more!" Slade yells as he casts a powerful spell. ((Everyone within 75' of Slade as he moves to Yeesha's left side is healed as the spell. 200 HP.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Jan 31, 2006 6:57 am
Zook slides away from A.D.A.M. moving swiftly past Amelios and Gabe. His beady little eyes are afire with delight as he moves swiftly across the battlefield. The haste spell granted him the speed to cover ground so quickly that he reached the tank of his rival tinker in little more than the blink of an eye. Without pause, he sets to work disabling the tank of his rival but leaving it in easily repairable condition for his future use.
[Disable Device: 19 + 17 = 36]
((Base speed boosted by haste, Zook can just reach the tank with a move action. He then proceeds to disable it, so he can then kill the pilot, enable it, and shoot big guns once more. Oh, he avoids AoOs while on his journey to get mecha. Damn reach.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Jan 31, 2006 7:52 am
Kethra grits her teeth as the bullets tear through her, but she forces herself not to cry in pain so she won't give away her position. Deciding that killing the foul skeleton is more important at the moment, she steps towards her foe and unleashes a flurry of blows. Her kick fails to connect but her two karate punches hit dead on.
((New Location: x13, y33
Attack 1: 8 + 6 (BAB) + 3 (STR w/ Elation) + 4 (Song) = 21. Hit!
Attack 2: 16 + 6 (BAB) + 3 (STR w/ Elation) + 4 (Song) = 29. Hit!
Attack 3: 2 + 1 (BAB) + 3 (STR w/ Elation) + 4 (Song) = 10. Miss!
Damage [Attack 1]: 6 + 3 + 3 (STR w/ Elation) + 4 (Song) = 16
Damage [Attack 2]: 5 + 4 + 3 (STR w/ Elation) + 4 (Song) = 16
Total Damage: 32))

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Jan 31, 2006 7:58 am
***Previosly on SFCW*** Laika managed to find a way to make the render disapear by doing absolutely nothing, because the DM mentioned nothing about it in his update. ***This time on SFCW*** Laika lays into the golem that magically appeared infront of him swiping three times and connecting, but barely missing with the bite that followed.
((Attack:
Claw1:D20 + 9(STR) + 7(BAB) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 1(Haste) = 16 + 22 = 38
Claw2:D20 + 9(STR) + 7(BAB) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 1(Haste) = 7 + 22 = 29
Claw3:D20 + 9(STR) + 7(BAB) + 1(MW) + 4(song) + 1(Haste) = 5 + 22 = 27
Bite: D20 + 4(STR) + 3(BAB) + 4(song) + 1(Haste) = 13 + 12 = 25
Damage:
Claw1: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 1(MW) + 4(song) = 5 + 1(Fire) + 14 = 20
Claw2: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 1(MW) + 4(song) = 3 + 5(Fire) + 14 = 22
Claw2: D8 + D6(Fire) + 9(STR) + 1(MW) + 4(song) = 1 + 6(Fire) + 14 = 21
(I think the bite misses, so... 63 damage before DR, which I beleive becomes 33 after DR)))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 31, 2006 8:37 am
The golem flashes amber from its eyes, but all that happens is Ryhir's haste is dispelled.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Jan 31, 2006 10:40 pm
Cedric looks over the battlefield, "Hold together! The tide is turning!" Noting the vicious wounds marking his steed, the Paladin silently wills his noble steed to return to the holy realm to regain its health. Once again, as long before, Cedric swiftly comes to regret not dismounting first.
[Jump: 1 + 0 = 1]
As Fortune Cookie vanishes to the safety of the celestial realms, Cedric falls roughly to the ground. However, thanks to his splendor, he manages to maintain his dignity so that the others are not disheartened by his clumsiness.
[CHA Check: 8 + 7 = 15]
Laying prone upon the ground at the feet of the Stone Golem, Cedric silently wonders why sending his steed home while mounted never seems to work. He then whispers a quiet prayer to the Goddess for protection and braces himself for the blows about to come. Somewhere in the back of his head he notes that on the bright side his new position protects him fairly well from sniper attacks.
[Divine Shield +7 AC / 4 Rounds]

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Jan 31, 2006 11:37 pm
[Posting attacks, some with results and some without. Attack 1: Roll = 1d20(1). Confirm = 1d20(17) + mods. Confirmed. No cirtical failure. Attack 2: Roll = 1d20(20).
Confirm = 1d20(14) +12 Str +2 BAB +5 Axe +4 Music. Confirmed.
Vorpal Attack! Instant Death!
Cleave attack: Roll = 1d20(17) +12 Str +2 BAB +5 Axe +4 Music. Probably hits a mirror image, but just in case...
Damage: 1d12(12) + 1 (Fire) +2 (Bane) +5 (Axe) +4 (Music) + 18 (Str) +14 (PA) = 56.
Probably won't get to fix it beforehand, but there's everything.]

Posted by: Kyosokun Wed Feb 01, 2006 4:00 am
Ryhir once again takes a few quick steps, and hacks away at the Stone Golem's backside, doing a fair amount of damage, though not as it seemed he should have... ((Flanking, 4 hits, for a total of 32 Damage after DR ><))

Posted by: Riegien Wed Feb 01, 2006 5:47 am
Kanmeshi flies through the air, lightly landing at 12,46 and summons healing power, casting cure serious wounds spontaniously on Laika. CSW: 24 hp

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Feb 01, 2006 5:52 am
*Merkass again scampers behind Laika, knocking another arrow. The golem swings at him, but he ducks behind the wolfman and slides over slightly to avoid the blow. Shortly thereafter, 4 serpentstongue arrows erupt from the golem's stony body and careen toward the tinker in his tank. The scream of the driver inside can be heard audibly, though with much reverb as the arrows bounce around inside the tank.*
((Rapid Shot, Fighting Defensively
1d20 + 28 - 4 - 2 = 13 + 22 = 35.
1d20 + 22 = 12 + 17 = 29.
1d20 + 22 = 16 + 22 = 38.
1d20 + 22 = 20 + 22 = auto-hit.
CRIT CONFIRM: 1d20 + 22 = 3 + 22 = 25.
Golem to hit: 35, 29, 38, auto
Tinker to hit: 31, 25, 34, auto (with confirmed crit)
Damage
1d8 + 1d6 + 10 = 4 + 4 + 10 = 18 + 1 (FE) = 19
1d8 + 1d6 + 10 = 7 + 2 + 10 = 18 + 1 (FE) = 19
1d8 + 1d6 + 10 = 3 + 4 + 10 = 17 + 1 (FE) = 18
3d8 + 1d6 + 30 = (8 + 3 + 8) + 2 + 30 = 51 + 3 (FE) = 54.
Golem takes:
8 + 8 + 7 + 10 = 33 damage.
Tinker takes
19 + 19 + 18 + 54 = 110 damage.))
*Aurik moves to 41,33 and utilizes the healing wards once again. The area around him is washed over by healing energies, and nearby allies feel rejeuvenated.*
((Aurik moves to 41,33 and uses mass cure light wounds.
1d8 + 12 = 6 + 12 = 18 hp healed out in a 55' radius circle centered on Aurik.
You know what, http://magic19.homestead.com/sfcw/sfcw2/mclw.jpg.))
*Rhizor, after calling out the Silence's location, calls down the purifying fires of nature's wrath. The Silence, however, seems unscathed even by the flames' holy nature.*
((Silence passes his REF save and the bastard apparently has Evasion. That would have been 7d6 = 5 + 2 + 1 + 1 + 5 + 3 + 6 = 23 damage. grr...))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Feb 01, 2006 5:52 am
((NPC actions now because I'm bored.)) Castor's cleaving blow strikes true on the real Vrock. Yeesha calls forth another bolt of lightning that turns the wyvern that attacked her to ash as well as striking a severe blow to the flying Cornugon. She moans lowly as she sways on her feet, leaning on her staff to balance her. The poison, though gone, had already wreaked havoc with the mage.
((60 damage to the Cornugon and the Wyvern. Wyvern defeated!))
Dawn moves forth and jabs at the remaining Vrock with her lance. She only manages to dispel a single illusion, though.
((Hit, Miss, Miss.))
Rachel moves across the battlements, firing an arrow that finishes off the crippled tinker near Cedric.
((Hit. Enough damage to kill the poor, ailing thing.))
Barring WD from logging on, Brand falls back towards Kanmeshi, desperately hoping for medical attention.
Merkass' arrows severly damage the tank, but do no harm to its pilot.
((35 damage after DR and no crit. >note to self: Already logged.< ))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Feb 01, 2006 6:05 am
((Not feeling hot, so I'm going to make this simple. Ash takes a five foot step to the east and full attacks the vrock, while gabe rolls five feet to the north and full attacks the golem. For Ash... Attack1: 1d20 +10 (force blade) +3 (greaves) +6 (finesse) +7 (bab) +4 (bardic)= 34
Damage1: 7d6 +3 (str) +3 (greaves) +6 (insightful) + 4 (bardic) = 34
Attack1: 1d20 +10 (force blade) +3 (greaves) +6 (finesse) +7 (bab) +4 (bardic)= 43
Damage1: 7d6 +3 (str) +3 (greaves) +6 (insightful) + 4 (bardic) = 39
Apparently both hit mirror images. Even better, Gabe goes to attack the Golem and falls unconscious, according to our illustrious GM (after rolling a 7 and a 18 to hit @ PA 2, then a 16 vs. a 17 on some mystery roll. Screw you world, and I hope many burn in hell.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Feb 01, 2006 6:14 am
*The fleshraker runs quickly as it can at the render. While the cumbersome, undead beast manages to backhand Rhizor's pet, the fleshraker still manages to leap high into the air and proceeds to tear into the beast with all the ferocity it can muster. The render melts into a pile of goo as its enhanced venom, converted into acid, takes effect.*
((Charge (Leaping Pounce).
Claw 1: 1d20 + 9 + 2 (charge) + 4 (bardic) + 2 (Nature's Favor) = 5 + 17 = 22.
Claw 2: 1d20 + 17 = 3 + 17 = 20.
Bite: 1d20 + 12 = 13 + 12 = 25.
Tail: 1d20 + 12 = 10 + 12 = 22.
Rake: 1d20 + 13 = 14 + 13 = 27.
Damage
Claw 1: 1d6 + 5 + 4 (Bardic) + 2 (Nature's Favor) + 7d6 (venomfire) = 3 + 11 + 30 acid = 44 damage.
Claw 2: 1d6 + 11 + 7d6 (venomfire) = 5 + 11 + 29 acid = 45 damage.
Bite: 1d6 + 8 = 5 + 8 = 13 damage.
Tail: 1d6 + 8 + 7d6 (venomfire) = 2 + 8 + 24 acid = 34 damage.
Rake: 1d6 + 10 = 3 + 10 = 13 damage.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Feb 01, 2006 3:22 pm
*Looks like we really have a fight on our hands this time...* A bead of sweat forms on Damas' brow as he looks towards the area Rhizor had pointed out. The young sorcerer grins broadly. He weaves arcane symbols in the air and speaks ancient words in the language of magic. Five blue missiles of force fly off towards the Silence. *I can soften him up for the others at least...* After casting the spell, he moves.
((New Location: x30, y36
Magic Missile on the Silence, since Rhizor pointed him out.
Damage: 15 + 5 = 20))

Posted by: Aldur Wed Feb 01, 2006 4:23 pm
((...Don't any of you mages have like Blaze spells? The other sniper hit with Damas's spell is undead. The large majority of the snipers are all undead. In fact, a large proportion of the enemy is undead. Damn overrated freeze spells. Placeholder for post.))
Amelios moved towards his druid companion, invoking the Cure Serious Wounds Spell! Level 3! Sponataneously!
4,8,6,+12 = 30 hp restored.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Feb 01, 2006 6:58 pm

QUOTE (Dark Maiden @ Wed Feb 01, 2006 9:22 am)
*Looks like we really have a fight on our hands this time...* A bead of sweat forms on Damas' brow as he looks towards the area Rhizor had pointed out. The young sorcerer grins broadly. He weaves arcane symbols in the air and speaks ancient words in the language of magic. Five blue missiles of force fly off towards the Silence. *I can soften him up for the others at least...* After casting the spell, he moves.
((New Location: x30, y36
Magic Missile on the Silence, since Rhizor pointed him out.
Damage: 15 + 5 = 20))

((Action edited ^_^;;))

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Feb 01, 2006 9:24 pm
((Van moves to the right one space, following Ash and attack the Vrock.... and I roll a 1. Van trips on his weapon and it nicks him on the way down, phasing him for 2 rounds.))

Posted by: Aldur Wed Feb 01, 2006 9:28 pm
((Amelios laughs at you.)) >_>

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