Justin Webber (DM) Thunderous Approach d20+10=11 d20+10=28 Wednesday January 5th, 2005 9:43:29 PM
When Hart wakes up he finds a nasty or maybe nice suprise depending on the satyr. He finds laying in bed with him, quite free of clothing the young lady he argued with yesterday, High Priest Bale's daughter.
Marek finds that the possiblity of getting a wagon is remote but does get some bales mainly that can be used to put on fire and a little oil, 2 small barrels. That seems to be all the merchants or the fort is willingto give up at the moment or just plain has. The wall of the fort has room for men to stand on and it looks to give some cover from arrows and bolts if needed.
People see the talk between Baron, Drake and the dragons but no one approaches them.
Just shortly later just as the sun reaches almost it's peak in the sky you hear the thunderous march of many many feet and sounds of other things. People rush to look out to see what it is and in waves on waves outside of the city you see lines of orcs, goblins, some vampires, small dog like creatures that look just slightly humanoid called poison spitters, many twisted looking men in various armors and some even spouting horns, horned rhino like beasts, some new form of Bulkidon that looks only slightly familiar to Kashmari and lastly sitting in the back on nightmares are Gimblus, Ledan and a group of eight more Seekers of Darkness that you have never seen before. Behind them being carried and rolled in are siege equipment with battering rams attached, ballistas and catapults. (Knowledge Psionics: 16 to know that these Bulkidon's are Greater Bulkidon's. They have powers to blow up at will and are much stronger and feircer in battle.)
Drake shakes his head and looks to Baron, "There here."
Gilan nods where he now stands outside in the courtyard and motions to a area of the back wall that he has cast a spell on to allow movement out of the back of the city, "Come on Drake, it is time for your thing."
Drake nods and looks to everyone before speaking to the group, "Follow me, you should all see this since you were wanting to know how the ground troops will be covered or will be covered to the best of my abilities." With this Drake strides through the magic are and out behind the city.
Out back Drake looks around and raises his demon looking hand in the air which now glows a powerful black with a tinge of red, "HEAR ME MY LEGION! Your bones yern for battle and blood, you souls burn with the flames for war. Your sword arms ache for the need for battle. Now is your chance, gather yourselves...feast your weapons once more on blood and flesh of enemies. Fight for me and be given power to taste the sweet taste of what you long for."
A whisper stirs along the land, the whispering gathering before from the earth begin to raise undead warriors. The burning red eyes that come from the blackened armor show a strange intelligence for undead and each stand over 8ft high and have great bastrad sword in one hand and a shield in the other. In awe to all they keep coming out of the ground till you can only see black armor for as far back as you can see. It looks like there are thousands of the undead knights. (Knowledge arcane:16 will tell you that these are all Doom Guards, a updated, stronger and more intelligent form of a Death Knight.) One of the lead knights step forward and slams it's sword to it's chest as it speaks in what you could swear is a thick and ancient form of elvish, "We answer thy call. We thirst for battle and will fight for you our new and current lord."
Drake nods and looks to Baron and his red dragon's who have joined outside the back of the city, "We are ready when it starts. Are you Baron the Red, leader ofthe Southern Flames?"
Baron slams his hands together and looks to his red dragons and nods, "Soon boys and girls...soon." Baron lets out a erupting roar that his human looking frame could ofn ever held and his bones erupt in breaking like noises as his body slowly shifts to that of a great wyrm status red dragon. He looks huge compared to the other reds and he puffs out his chest in pride as he speaks in a rumbling voice, "The Siege equipment my fellow Flames....we will burn it to the ground."
Gilan now looks around and to the group as he speaks up, "I know this all must be more then you were expecting but I have to admit I think those enemies are here for you all. They don't know the goddess is here or there would be more of them and they couldn't of known we just showed up. You all are a threat, HUGE threat. We don't ask for you to understand us, or even like us but we all must trust one another. This fort and all of us will die if we do not trust one another or watch out as best we can for one another."
Gilan looks like he has been up most of the night without sleep and he speaks once more before heading into the fort again, "Baron, once the siege equipment is destroyed you should do a few runs through the enemies with flames and then get back here so we can have your healing if needed. Drake, just becareful."
Aelanthir d20+5=16 d20+9=18 Thursday January 6th, 2005 1:25:01 AM
Aelanthir joins everyone for a light meal before going to the main gates. "thank you for the book Fern" Aelanthir says as he accepts the book. Aelanthir places the book into his backpack then pulls out a group of small pouches and hands one to each person. "here is your share of the money we found on the last outing" Aelanthir says. Inside each pouch is 88PP and 88GP. Aelanthir then goes to see what Gilan has to show the group. Seeing the enemy force Aelanthir looks to the others slowly with his eyes settling on Kashmari then says "Everyone be extreamely carefull. I believe they truely want our heads on a platter. Let us see to it that they don't get what they want. If possible please stay in groups of 3 or 4 to cover each other." Aelanthir turns and faces the gate looking for a good location in which to attack from.
Hart, Spirit and Loran d20+23=39 Thursday January 6th, 2005 5:33:52 AM
Active Spells: Wood Wose (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours) Goodberries (5/6)- Lasts 4 days.
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame x2, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Gust of Wind, Soften Earth and Stone, Briar Web Rod: 0 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
Not at all happy that Loran didn't deal with the girl on her appearance in the room, the satyr has had quite enough with the priestess. (Assuming the girl is asleep!) Never really comfortable in human dwellings, the satyr will have requested no sheets or pillows in his room. He quietly gets off the bare matress (move silently 39), finds the girls clothes, sneaks outside to a well or water barrel or horse trough(anything with water) and disposes of them in a timely manner.
The satyr then goes down stairs for breakfast, where he eats a standard meal in relative peace and quiet. He has all his belongings with him. After breakfast, he reprepares his spells. He then recalls Spirit. The little green translucent being pops in, spins around and starts dancing. The satyr is confused at the gold given to him by Aelanthir. "What's this?" He grunts. "Gift Giving Day woos yesterday!" He sounds confused, but isn't angry and appreciates it.
There will be time to return to the market later, battle is here.
OOC: Hart Thursday January 6th, 2005 5:38:10 AM
OOC: Hart will have woke very early, before sun-up, as he does all the time. He prays at dawn :)
Sir Henri Thursday January 6th, 2005 7:56:22 AM
The Paladin counts his money, at the breackfast table. Very intent on what he want to sell. after all the treasure he has received with this party. He has never sold or bough anything. He count what he has to sell one Long Sword, One Long Sword +1, Wooden Shield His old one) and a Gold statue (He's not sure if he should Sell it.
In his big pouch is 88pp - 3184gp - 93sp - 18cp. This includes what Aelanthir just gave him.
He would like to buy a Cure Modreate Wounds Wand, and some cmw Potions (how many depens on the money)
But he remembers that he left the Merchant Shop, maybe he's too late? "I'm a Paladin not a merchant! I don't know how to sell or bargen, just giving away to the needy."
As he stand there looking at the enermy,the paladin ask Aelanthir, "Where do you want me and who will be with me. I'm ready."
OOC: Ceil Thursday January 6th, 2005 8:00:59 AM
I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone.
I want to sell and buy but I do not have too much time, I'm trying to respond to the DM and trying to buy and sell the things Henri meeds.
Mercy! Mercy! Please!
Kashmari d20+15=21 Thursday January 6th, 2005 6:37:44 PM
Kashmari looks out at the night and listens to Mykell's comment about the warlords.
"They might be compentent, but I would rather avoid them - and the foul things they summon as allies, as much as I can."
Kashmari does not share the rest of her opinions about the warlords with Mykell, since they don't match Mykell's own at all. Complaining about undead would ruin the nice evening.
When she finally leaves the tower for her room she appreciates the company. Kashmari is very surprised by Mykell's kiss, and then the fact that he just turns and makes ready to walk off - not even saying good night? For once she is actually blushing, that totally unexpected kiss will not be easy to forget. She lightly touches her lips with the fingertips of the fingers of her left hand for a second or two.
Kashmari quickly catches Mykell's wrist with her right hand as he turns away; he is evidently embarrassed.
"Not even a good night before you leave?" she asks softly - still blushing faintly, "at least stay for a little while so we may have a cup of tea or a glass of wine. We may not have that chance again for a long while."
Kashmari releases Mykell's wrist and leaves the decision up to him. She takes a step back towards her half opened door. She smiles softly as she awaits his next action. Will he stay or will he leave?
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Kashmari will be with her brother at the wall when the enemy begins its march toward the fort. She doesn't bother with looking at the hoardes of orcs and goblins - the vile undead will most likely keep the vermin busy. The psion certainly recognizes the new varient of Bulkidon. She clacks her tongue in frustration, and frowns when she is certain that they must have undead among the enemy numbers as well.
"Ledan brought his pets, Aelanthir. These are worst than the one we encountered previously."
Kashmari smiles to her brother; almost impishly. She winks.
"I will watch your back as always, brother dear. Even with that wretch out there my first duty is to you and your survival."
She will have placed the monies in her money-pouch in her backpack as soon as Aelanthir gave it to her. Kashmari has all of her packed up gear with her in case she has to retreat from the fort; Aelanthir has most likely done the same since this is something they have normally practiced.
She is wearing her traveling garb now and her daggers are hidden about her body, and ready to be used if necessary. She wears no conventional armor, but she does wear finely crafted bracers. Her hair is braided more tightly than usual and keeps her hair out of her face. Simply put she is as prepared for battle as she can be.
Kashmari looks for Mykell this noon. She wonders where he plans to be stationed for battle. Kashmari and Aelanthir will most likely remain on or near the walls. She will do what she can to assist her companions, but will concentrate on protecting Aelanthir first and foremost; since this is what she has had as her self-imposed duty for a long time. If she sees Mykell she will give him a quick kiss on the cheek and wish him luck. She imparts to Mykell; and also Aelanthir, that surviving all of this is far more important than victory at any cost. Clearly she doesn't want any of her comrades dead.
Kashmari will also wish Sir Henri luck; and give him a quick kiss on the cheek too, if she sees him before battle. She tells Henri the same thing as her brother and Mykell, that living is better than victory at any cost.
(Knowledge Psionics 21)
Mykell Zweihand Thursday January 6th, 2005 10:54:46 PM
Mykell looks to Kashmari when she grabs his hand and he nods and smiles gently, not bringing up a comment about Kashmari's blush in hopes to keep her comfortable and also since he himself is nervous. Once inside Kashmari's room he sits down at the table and watches her gently as he speaks up, "I figure I will need my wits about me tomorrow so just some nice tea would be great and of course your company." Mykell spends alot of time in Kashmari's room, talking and just chatting about his homeland and also getting to know Kashmari more. Only if he feels it's exceptable does he spend the night but otherwise returns to his room.
in the morning Mykell has a quick breakfast and watches for Kashmari to come down and the others who already aren't up. Mykell does take the time to thank Fern for the wonderful gift and even gives her a gentle pat on the shoulder, "Thank you Fern. The gift is very nice." Mykell pops the book into his backpack for safe keeping along with the money that is given out to the group. Once he has eaten some he goes out into the courtyard and with some entrest he goes to see the legion that Drake brings into existence. The magic makes Mykell shiver and he quickly retreats to the front gate where he feels it is safer.
Mykell excepts Kashmari's kiss and gives her a quick one back, his lingering just abit on the corner of her lips before motioning to the gate, "I will stand guard right here. If anything makes it through the gate then this is the place for me." Mykell has his sheathed katana in his hand and is completely armored and ready for battle. He knows that this time the threat is great. Mykell does nod repectfully to Aelanthir, "If anything makes it through the gate I will do my upmost to defend this position. I would lay my life down for your sister along with all my friends here."
Justin Webber (DM) Morning Cont Thursday January 6th, 2005 11:30:11 PM
In the morning during breakfast and before everyone can go out to the wall something no one could of ever expected happens. A young woman who Hart knows all to well now walks into the feasting hall in all her glory and walks right over to Hart. She stares at the Satyr and puts her hands on her hips as she puffs out her chest in pride, "Well, if this is how you want to see me then here I am Satyr sir." High Priest Bale's daughter flops down right beside Hart and grins as she watches him, clearly not minding any looks, comments, etc from anyone in the room from her being in here infront of everyone like this.
Outside once everything settles down, or whatever in the feast hall people get to see Drake summon up his legion of undead and Baro nshift to a red dragon. It looks like these two are ready to begin their fight when it starts.
Priest scurry about as do caravan people who do their best to put their items and such up and hopefully in safty. The group prepares as well as possible for whatever is to come.
Nothing happens for many hours, just a staring contest of sorts it seems like till one of the riders of the nightmares comes galloping towards the fort gate and stops way out of bow or crossbow range. The man on the horse is clearly Gimblus and he seems to be less then afraid to be so far away from his men, "Hail the fort! Let it not be known that we are without mercy. All no combatants may leave the fort and flee west or South, all who remain will be considered hostiles and enemies of the Seekers of Darkness. We give only a single condition, send the group who has defied us out to be dealt with by us. Doing so will ensure that this fort stands intact." Gimblus sits on his horse now and awaits a reply.
The goddess who is in the courtyard shakes her head as she listens and speaks mainly to herself, "He lies, they will assault the fort as soon as they get what they want, let alone as soon as that gate opens."
Hindro nods and moves to the door and looks it over before raising his hand, palm towards the door and closes his eyes, slowly a shimmering wall forms over the door on the inside and he speaks slowly as he concentrates, "m'lady, as long as power flows within my veins the door will stay shut." (knowledge psionics:12 for Kashmari to know that a wall of force is being generated against the fort door)
The goddess looks around and sighs deeply, "Hindro's power will not hold back to strong of a blast and every moment burns alittle more of his powers. I pray for your sakes that you can hold them off. I will see what I can do to help but not here for if my powers are noticed or just myself then they will throw more at this place...I will go see Beowulf, teleporting there from under the fort so the egg of Bahamut will cover my magic. Do your best to defend and fight till then." The goddess with that walks off and works her way underground the fort to teleport, leaving Hindro here to help as much as he can.
(OOC:Gimblus is awaiting a answer of course. A few priests looks worried but do not have a turn on you look. Moreless it is dead quiet and dread is leaking in among the priests of Bahamut. A few do look battle ready as you see a few talking about they have to defend the egg from being harmed.)
Hart, Spirit and Loran Friday January 7th, 2005 1:33:18 AM
Active Spells: Wood Wose (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours) Goodberries (5/6)- Lasts 4 days.
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame x2, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Gust of Wind, Soften Earth and Stone, Briar Web Rod: 0 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
When the girl sits beside him, taking a sloppy bite of fruit and raises a napkin. "Yoor incorrect priestess, poot thees napkeen over your face and sit there quietly. Yoo'll be perfect then." He smirks and goes on eating.
Spirit stands on the table and covers his eyes to avoid the nudity of the girl.
Loran returns from the hunt, lands near the satyr, looks at the female and then flies off to the chandelier. The owl drops his lunch, a gooey, gutless rabbit carcus onto the girl.
Fern Friday January 7th, 2005 1:59:39 AM
This morning Fern is back to her usual appearence. Huur remains in the room sleeping, he had some fun flying around last night, ate a few mice, ect.
At breakfast Fern's blushes and gazes at the ground when the priestess walks in unclothed. If possible she will buy a few last minute items that she didnt get the day before. When it comes time to fight she will make sure she is in a good spot to shoot arrows. (If possible she will try to get as many arrows as possible for free)
Sir Henri Friday January 7th, 2005 7:14:49 AM
Sir Henri sit at the breakfast table, and watches the going on in fround of him. Watching to the point of his food is cold, but he does not notice, infact he had a hard time to find his mouth?
But now back to business, he stands there motionless, Waiting for orders.
The Paladin prepars Smite Evil.
Aelanthir Friday January 7th, 2005 4:30:07 PM
Aelanthir looks at Hart the says "it looks like someone really likes you my friend." Aelanthir the looks at the priestess and says "give him some time and he may come around." then winks at her.
Aelanthir then heads out to the location he found for him to fight from. Aelanthir looks to Kashmari, Sir Henri, and Mykell and says "good luck please don't do anything foolish I don't want to have to break away from a melee to go try and save you. Let the four of us stay together and cover each other using our skills to help each other."
Kashmari d20+15=33 Friday January 7th, 2005 6:19:29 PM
Kashmari doesn't gawk at the nude priestess or even treat her any different than normal. She considers the war about to happen instead. Then Aelanthir annouces his plans.
"Aelanthir, I will go with you as always. I need to keep an eye on those Bulkidons and Master Ledan. *pauses and smiles* And watch your back, brother mine."
Kashmari smiles to Mykell and then leaves to help man the walls. After arriving on the walls and looking out over the enemy amassed in front of the gate she feels a psionic manifestation being erected. Not surprisingly this happens just after Gimblus' speech. Kashmari even knows exactly what power was evoked, wall of ectoplasm ((4th lvl psionics)). She smiles grimly.
"Aelanthir, Hindro erected a wall of ectoplasm. No one is entering or leaving through the front gate."
Kashmari studies Gimblus as he awaits an answer. She expects the priests of Bahamut to give one fairly quickly. She wonders if the others will consider giving themselves over to save innocent lives, or if they will opt to fight from here. She glances down the wall and knows it would be quite a drop from here, since the door is effectively barred.
Once she has finished studying Gimblus Kashmari will scan the enemy number looking for the Seekers of Darkness. She will study them as well; trying to see what their chosen profession seems to be. Kashmari will save Ledan for last. She has a feeling that destiny will leave her facing him in combat again sooner or later.
(Knowledge Psionics 33)
Tyal Friday January 7th, 2005 7:01:40 PM
Tyal looks to the priestess as she enters and shakes his head at her boldness. The reaction of the satyr gets his blood boiling though and he stands. His normal looking clothing changes into that of breastplate armor with the appearance of roses with thorns sticking out from the armor in some area. He makes his way over to the priestess where she sits and pulls off his cloak. "Please m'lady, cover yourself and forget the insults thrown from a small minded man." He places the cloak about her shoulders and drapes it around her form.
Glancing to Hart he almost hisses out his next set of words. "Civility would not hurt you much if you intend to stay in these areas...at least be nice would not hurt you at all." He hands the lady a napkin as well to clean off the dead rabbit mess as he shakes his head. Holding out his hand he cuts a bow to the priestess. "Please let me escort you to a place for you to clean up." He talks to her as they walk away if she will allow him the honor of escorting her anywhere.
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Later on the wall he looks to the troops amassing on the grounds before him and he smiles slightly. "Will be a great test you have set for me my Lady Inana." He pounds his own morningstar against his shield as he chants the name of his goddess as Gimblus approaches. He stops to listen to the man as he talks and then laughs as he finishes. "A deaf man could tell that he lies...you open the gates and he will rush them and you will never get them closed in time." He spits off the side of the wall and shakes his head. "Forgive me the rudeness m'lady." He turns his head to speak to Kashmari as he says this last. He also looks around to see if he can see the young priestess from earlier as he plans to keep an eye on her as well.
Mykell Zweihand d20+7=8 d20+9=14 Friday January 7th, 2005 7:46:03 PM
(OOC:First roll was at the wrong mods.)
Mykell nods to Aelanthir and bows low to him, "I will do my best to survive sir. It is a samurai's duty to defend those he deems our friends and those who are weaker and since some of the people in here are not combatants then I have my duty."
Mykell while waiting for any reply to be made he lays a hand on the handle of his katana and in a blink the katana is out of it's sheath and he quickly moves into a blur of movement, his katana and heavy wood sheath spin around his body s he loosens his muscles for the fight to come. Afterwards he stops and snaps his katana's blade down to the ground and awaits combat now. (perform dance with swords:14)
Justin Webber (DM) The Beginning of War Friday January 7th, 2005 8:30:31 PM
In the feast hall the priestess almost yells when the animal remains fall on her let alone when she is slapped in the face with the napkin. The priestess's hand balls up and se rises, pulling back and going to slug Hart with all her strength when Tyal comes over and his comments stop her. More lady like she excepts the cloak and nods, "Thank you good sir, is nice to know not everyone are rude goats."
Outside everyone awaits on the wall or in the courtyard for the war to break out. Soon High Priest Bale followed by Gilan walk out onto the wall and High Priest Bale looks to Gilan and sighs, "You sure we must fight and can't avoid this?"
Gilan who looked calm suddenly motions to the army out there of Gimblus's and looks abit upset, "Avoid it!....avoid it....you think all these creatures are going to just let you walk away? Good lords and ladies man." Gilan turns to look out over the wall and grins as he coughs and clears his throat and calls out while wiggling his fingers where they can't be seen, "Ohh most un noble enemy of ours. We are sorry but we are not sending out those who you wish nor will we be opening the gates. To answer you even better allow me to make a impact statement."
Gilan finishes and throws a hand up into the air over his head and finishes a word for earthen fire. Suddenly on the battlefield over the orc and goblin ranks which are the largest small meteors that burn begin to fall down on the enemies. The orcs and goblins let out shrieks of terror as some flee from the falling burning rocks and others keep formation as their ranks get weakened.
Gimblus growls and slaps the reigns of his nightmare's together and yells as he rides back to the lines of his troops, "So be it mortals.....all troops forward and ATTACK NOW!!!!"
(OOC:Kashmari can swear she sees among the ranks of Seekers of Darkness, a thief looking man, a wizard in dark robes, Gimblus of course, Ledan, a pair of fighters (one has quite a few daggers on him and the other looks more like a iron wall of a knight), the last two, one looks unarmed and is in dark colored clothing, he looks to have no armor and the last is a large feral looking man whith a huge sword strapped to his back.)
The remaining orcs and goblins charge forward as does the vampires and horned demons along with the humanoid looking dog creatures and lastly the few vampires in the group.
The twisted demon like humans stay back and wait, as does the bulkidons and lastly the 8 Seekers of Darkness. There are alot of the demon looking men too.
The enemies rushing the fort don't make it to far when suddenly Drake and his horde of Doom Guards come out from around the fort. Drake yells a feral yell as he raises his black bastard sword into the air, the elven runes on the blade that give away what Drake once was blaze red along the blade spelling, "Feral Darkness"
The clash of the enemies and Drake and his Doom Guard is thunderous and for a moment it's hard to tell what is what as the battle erupts. Soon though it is clear and you see the Doom Guards slaughtering the goblins and orcs and even the vampires. It looks like all is going well for Drake at the moment, even Drake is cleaving through the enemy with little effort.
The seige engines in the back now start rolling forward also and in the sky quickly coming at them are four large red dragons. The dragon's give off great roars and searing flames suddenly erupt from their mouths to slam into the seige equipment.
The priests on the wall start cheering as the battle looks to be going easier bu right then a turn of events happen as Gimblus makes a quick motion with one hand and the large feral looking man and the man who looked unarmed begin to ride down into the combat of Drake's Doom Guards.
As the two Seekers ride the unarmed looking on suddenly erupts into a glow and when it fades black leathery wings are spread out behind him and blackened armor surrounds his body, one his head or atleast you think it is a helmet is what looks like a human skull and in his hand is a sythe that he spins and as he comes in he takes a Doom Guards head off in one even blow.
The feral looking man suddenly comes out of his saddle in a springing jump and in a second the greatsword is in his hand, as he comes down he slashes and cleaves one of the Doom Guard in two.
The two men begin working their way among the Doom Guard, cleaving gaps in the defense and now a new force joins the fight as the Bulkidon's charge in.
In only moments the remaining few dozen Doom Guards are falling back leaving only Drake on the battle field, currently confronting a Bulkidon.
The battle looks to be turning now that the Seekers are taking a more active roll and soon the man with all the daggers begins to ride down, along with the wall looking fighter. Both are riding right for the remaining Doom Guards and so is the reaper looking man.
Drake lets out a loud growl as a Bulkidon rakes it's claws along Drake's side and you see in shock as Drake demon looking hand erupts in black light and rams forward through the Bulkidon's chest. The Bulkidon twitches as Drake jerks his hand out and holds a bleeding, dripping heart. Speaking slowly Drake holds his blade up, "Feel your life slip away foul demon.,,feel fear as you know you will die....but aid me even in death...explode you peice of donkey dung."
Almost on cue the Bulkidon explodes, dust fills the air where Drake was and the Bulkidon and you see the few enemy troops around the area go flying back and lay unmoving on the ground.
Just as you think nothing suprising could happen in the middle of the courtyard of the fort a light flashes and standing by the pure crystal statue of Bahamut is a elven man who wears the robes of a wizard. In one hand the man holds a knife and the other he holds a fork. The last thing he remembers was setting down to a meal in the town Beowulf rules and suddenly he has appeared here. (OOC: :) there you go MikeK, is all yours to post for your character now. Everyone welcome MikeK to the game.)
(OOC:I know this post could be confusing but the remaing Doom Guards and enemies are only 10ft from the wall and front gate now. I will see about making a map.)
Ragnalfr the Grey Friday January 7th, 2005 10:51:33 PM
The Grey Elf Ragnalfr dines on grilled salmon braised in a light lemon sauce. Quite satisfatory he decides, working a morsel around his palate. Needs just a hint more.....
Without warning, the elf finds himself squatting in some courtyard, with the howls and whoops of many a man erupting all about.
Ragnalfr clambers to his feet. He is tall, for an elf, nearly reaching six feet. He is lithe and long, one feature flowing effortlessly into the next. His silver hair flows without restriction to his shoulder blades, and soft amber eyes flick back and forth as he tries, in vain, to understand what has happened.
The wizard's hands quickly drop his eating utensils and work their way across his white robed body, seeking out his prized possessions - A rapier, a short bow, a rod, his spellbook. All are present. Ragnalfr allows himself a small sigh of relief. Then, his eyes flick about again, seeking the form of someone who may be able to tell him why he's been brought here.
Fern Friday January 7th, 2005 11:35:22 PM
Fern is busy firing arrows at the oncoming horde with others archers on the battlements, so she doesnt notice the appearence of the elven man.
ooc: who was I supposed to email about purchasing equipment? I forgot. Can any equipment I buy be considered bought on the day I said Fern went shopping?
Hart, Spirit and Loran Saturday January 8th, 2005 12:59:30 AM
Active Spells: Wood Wose (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours) Goodberries (5/6)- Lasts 4 days.
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame x2, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Gust of Wind, Soften Earth and Stone, Briar Web Rod: 0 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
Glaring at Aelanthir, like daggers, the satyr just sighs.
Then Tyal speaks. With a confused look, ingoring the insult, he simply says, "Small minded Man? She ees a human child and ill-suited for a satyr. For such a 'broad' minded race you have a very shallow mind. I am a satyr, not a man, and very happy with my situation. As for being here een thees 'civilized' place, eet woosn't really my choice. I am as nice as events allow.
You speak before you know the story my steel clad acquaintance. I woke to find thees naked female in bed weeth me, unwanted. She ees stubburn and your are welcome to her." Thats the last the satyr speaks to Tyal and the annoying girl.
Spirit shakes his finger at Tyal.
Loran remains perched on the chandelier. ----------------------------------------------
The man appears in the courtyard and Hart nearly attacks him, but realizes the man is confused and avoids the confict.
The battle field on the otherhand is another matter. Hart avoids casting into the field and risking harm to his allies. However, he remains on the parapet with everyone. He will defend the main fort if need be. The demons unsettle the satyr, creating a feeling Hart isn;t used too, unnatural fear.
Spirit hides in his hood.
Loran falls asleep.
Sir Henri Saturday January 8th, 2005 9:32:28 AM
Seeing that this elf might be in trouble, Henri will follow Satyr. Two creatures will protect this elf better. "Come! And stand with us over there. You'll get your answer soon."
Sir Henri will fight and protect the Elf, he knows that Heart can very well that care of himself(the Satyr woun't ask for help anyway).
Kashmari Saturday January 8th, 2005 4:19:13 PM
Even though she is certain that her brother has noticed the Seekers Kashmari describes what she has taken note of; even giving suggestions as to what their main professions are.
"Aelanthir there are eight Seekers. They seem to have professions complimentary to our own. I have a feeling that the only way we can be victorious will be to face the Seekers as a team. One on one we might very well fail."
Kashmari keeps her gaze mostly fixed on Ledan and the Bulkidons near him that he has summoned. She weighs her options for how to remove the summoned creatures from the field of battle.
The psion pays little heed to the battle between Drake and the enemies attacking him. She was certain that his method would be less than successful. Kashmari has a sinking feeling that Drake will end up dead, and it will all be for nothing. Gilan's chess game comes to mind again. 'Try to never make a play where a piece will end up unguarded.'
Mykell Zweihand Saturday January 8th, 2005 5:20:19 PM
Mykell waits as he spins his weapons and waits, "Come on, this is getting boring and alittle action would not hurt. Hows the enemy situation looking up there?"
Mykell spins around when he sees hears the new guy suddenly appear and his katana is raises along with his sheath in defense, "Who are you sir?"
Marek Isentomb Saturday January 8th, 2005 6:01:52 PM
Luckily Marek left breakfast before the show. He spends his morning preparing the oil and hay across teh 15' in front of the gate and then takes a post atop the wall with his shortbow.
As the enemy comes in he begins firing, cursing under his breath that Drake and his troops did not do better. To those on the ground he calls out distances of the enemy advance.
Aelanthir d20+13=30 Saturday January 8th, 2005 6:18:35 PM
Aelanthir looks about the battlefield from his position. He notes those that Kashmari points out to him and those that he sees moving about. Aelanthir pulls out a scroll from his scroll organizer then reads it casting the spell (see invisible). Aelanthir continues to look over the battlefield looking for anyone that may be moving about invisible either on the ground or flying in the air.
*** spot 30 ***
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Eiras Monday January 10th, 2005 8:25:32 AM
Eiras prepares for battle, stringing his bow and sighting against the enemy locations.
(OOC:I will be emailing you later today/tonight with my purchases)
Sir Henri Monday January 10th, 2005 2:49:47 PM
The paladin is getting restless, not knowing what will happen next.
OOC: last week I put in what Henri wanted and the amount of gold he had, I've had no answer. Dom my e-mail to you keep coming back to me. So I posted what I wanted on this board like the DM told me to. Hope to hear from you soon.
Justin Webber (DM) Pressure Undeniable Monday January 10th, 2005 3:02:36 PM
(OOC:With no rolls for arrows fired I did rolls.)
Fern fires off a few arrows from her position on the wall and is lucky enough to hit two of the targets chasing the remaining Doom Guards but neither enemy drops.
Marek also is lucky enough to score his hits and watches in satisfaction as one of his targets does drop.
With the appearance of the new elf in the fort some go on guard but look to dismiss the man as a non enemy. The wizard though does find himself confused as to why he is here ir how. As Ragnalfr tries to figure out everything a voice rings in his head, it's sweet and rather charming, "These people need your aid. I the creator goddess sent you to aid them and also gave you a gift of spell spirit."
Once Aelanthir casts his spell he notices a group of elves coming towards Gimblus's group with bows at the ready.
Outside the wall the Doom Guards who remain turn to face their enemy now as they valiantly even for undead stand their ground now. In the sky four red dragons can be seen making their way back towards the fort.
As the dust slowly clears where Drake was blown up by the Bulkidon a suprise awaits as a large black dragon now stands there. One of it's front feet looks like a demon hand though and it lets out a terrible roar as a stream of acid shoots from it's mouth to splash among the enemies nearest it.
Just as the last Doom Guard falls from what remains of the horde of orcs, Bulkidons and goblins the red dragons pull in close and drop lower to the ground. As they fly in closer a jet a flame shoots from all four dragon's the flames burning the horde of enemies that took down the remaining Doom Guard.
As the red dragons make their way behind the fort now to land you notice 4 Bulkidon's still live and also out of no where appear a pair of people to one side of the battle field. A gate slowly disappears in the air behind them. One has a longbow which he quickly notches a arrow and shoots. To everyones amazment on the wall the arrow flies through the air at a extreme speed and slams into the side of one of the red dragon. The person beside the archer begins walking down towards Gimblus and the others while the archer loads another arrow.
The feral looking man charges towards the black dragon with the demon looking hand while the other Seekers except the Reaper begins to move to his aid.
Before making it to far Gimblus's group has a nasty suprise as out of no where arrows fire and start to rain down on Gimblus as his Seekers with him. Right after the arrows fire a group of elves fling back invisibilty cloaks and in the front if Melic who holds a longsword now and grins, "Ghosts, charge!"
On the other side of the battle field another suprise shows up as a group of 12 heavily armored knights come riding in full tilt and lances tipped towards the Seekers with Gimblus. At the lead of the charge is Servain who is waving his hands in the air in delicate patterns and clearly casting a spell. Beside him though in studded leather armor and holding a large longsword is Beowulf. Beowulf can be heard screaming also as they charge, "leave Gimblus to me men...run the others down."
Even with all this some of the demon looking men begin running for the gate, some number around two dozen.
Before anymore can be watched of Beowulf and his men and Melic and his men your attention is brought back to nearest the wall as the feral looking man who runs towards the black dragon yells out, "Reaper, the door now. Do it."
The man who looks to have a skull helmet and black leathery wings chuckles a almost burn chilling chuckle as he gallops towards the wall on his nightmare. The man spins his scythe as he moves in and his scythe begins to glow a dark black. Once he is withing 6ft of the wall the man spreads his wings and hovers from the saddle easily and just as he does he slashes his black glowing scythe at the front gate, yelling as he does, "Fang of Tartarus!" The black energy surrounding his scythe erupts forward as he slashes and speaks the words, the enrgy slams into the gate, causing it to shudder and creak before a large section for lack of other words explodes.
The explosion of the gate and sudden demonic energy thrown at the gate throws Hindro back to the ground but he quickly stands as the Reaper walks through the large hole. Hindro growls and whips his arm forward, a large barrel that holds water flies at the Reaper but the Reaper quickly ducks it and races forward, slashing Hindro across the side.
Hindro falls back alittle ways, grasping his side as way to quickly puss begins to drip from the wound along with some blood.
The Reaper looks around, his what you thought was a helmet skeleton face suddenly breaking into a grin as he motions for any or all of the people to "bring it". His cold eyes do fall on each member of the group for a moment before a raspy voice speaks, "I'm waiting, who's first to dance?"
Ragnalfr (AC 14) 6d6(1+4+3+2+4+4)=18 Monday January 10th, 2005 3:49:39 PM
Ragnalfr's formidble mind races to keep up with events. Only one other within this courtyard spoke, offering aid.
But the goddess said he was brought to help them.
Which means the person who just smashed the gate is the enemy.
Which means.....
The Elf paces quickly, lining up Skeleton Face and the now open gate. At the same time he pulls out a thick intricately carved rod. No good for this one, but he's sure he'll be using it soon.
The wizard etches a spell, sending a bolt of electricity tearing from his fingertips toward the man.
[Lightning Bolt - 18 hp damage, Reflex DC 21 to halve. He moved up to 30' prior to the spell to get the bolt to head out the open gate. If not possible, then he moves to avoid hitting any friendlies.]
Marek Isentomb [AC 32 HP 57] d20+10=22 d20+7=9 Monday January 10th, 2005 4:33:50 PM Lead by example
Marek activates his Diamond Body and leaps off the wall above the creature that just penetrated his gate. The bow discarded and as he falls, he draws his spiked chain. [Jump down DC 22 drop treated as 10' less]
Staying in a defensive posture, he make a quick strike [Hit AC 9] before regrouping his balance.
[AC for defensive fighting and Dodge, if opponent would have got an AoO AC increases to 36]
Marek merely levels his gaze and keeps his breathing steady, not saying a word.
Aelanthir (AC 18(19 vs Reaper) HP 35, See invis) Monday January 10th, 2005 5:07:04 PM
Aelanthir looks at Reaper then the nasty weapon and casts Grease upon the weapon (reflex save DC 15 or drop weapon.) Aelanthir stays on the walls out of the Reapers reach.
**** dodge vs reaper ****
Hart, Spirit and Loran Monday January 10th, 2005 6:49:23 PM
Active Spells: Wood Wose (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours) Goodberries (5/6)- Lasts 4 days.
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame x2, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Gust of Wind, Soften Earth and Stone, Briar Web Rod: 0 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
The satyr begins casting. (Summoning)
Spirit hides.
Loran wakes when the gate crashes in. His head turning toward the sound.
(OOC: Justin, are there any plants in the courtyard? Trees? Bushes?)
Kashmari Monday January 10th, 2005 7:08:10 PM
Kashmari turns and looks down into the courtyard just seconds after the gate explodes. She watches in dismay as Hindro flies back from the force of the attack.
Oddly she finds herself suddenly smiling impishly at the creative use of the water barrel when the Skull faced fellow attacks Hindro with astonishing alacrity.
Sensing that Hindro will most likely have trouble retreating from the scythe wielding menace to get healing, she does the only thing she knows will help him.
Those around her can almost feel an otherworldly stirring of some ice cold breeze. Kashmari's eyes shimmer with an unsettling, intense silvery glow. Then suddenly she is simply gone. Carried on the unnatural breeze are the words "Fetch a Cleric!"
Almost a heart beat later; a badly wounded, Hindro lies on the floor where Kashmari just stood. Hopefully someone on the walls has the presence of mind to do like Kashmari asked, and fetch a healer.
Kashmari usurps Hindro's place down in the courtyard. There was hardly any time to blink. She gets a closer look at the skull-faced man than she cares to have ever had. Her eyes still seem to glow with liquid silver. She wastes no time in pulling back. She tells herself: "I'll pass on that dance."
Kashmari backs away a goodly distance before very quickly making her way to the first set of steps up to the top of the wall surrounding the fort. She will not have gone anywhere near Reaper except for the initial 6 feet or so when she first swapped places with Hindro. She will spend her time making her way back to Aelanthir and Hindro.
((OOC: Justin, Hindro might have to make a Psicraft check DC 17 (pg. 38 Psionics 3.5), to recognize what Kashmari is doing, so he does not oppose it, DC 16 on a will check to oppose.))
(Manifesting (with Kashmari and Hindro as subjects of the power): Name: Dimension Swap, Discipline: Psychoportation [Teleportation], Level: Nomad 2, Manifestation time: 1 standard action, Range: Close (40ft), Description: You instantly swap positions between your current position and that of a designated ally in range. This power affects creatures of Large or smaller size. You can bring along objects, but not other creatures. Target: You and one ally in range, or any two allies in range; see text, Duration: Instantaneous, Saving throw: Will negates, Power Points: 3, DC: (10 + power lvl 2 + Int mod 4 = 16))
Mykell Zweihand-AC:21-HP:56/56 d20+9=21 d20+3=21 d20+3=22 d10+8=10 d6+5=6 d6+5=8 d20+9=12 d20+3=8 Monday January 10th, 2005 9:57:07 PM
Mykell rushes quickly forward and infront of Kashmari when she suddenly appears, as he comes infront of Reaper he swirls around, spinning his katana and sheath quickly in a flurish and bashes him with one set of strikes before hitting him with a second set. Mykell growls as his second set of attacks miss and he speaks to the Reaper, "Come on boney, I like a good challenge show off."
(Mykell has to attacks with both hands. Mainhand#1 can hit AC:21 Damage:10 offhand#1 can hit AC:21 (crit:22) Damage:6 (crit:14), mainhand#2 can hit AC:12 Damage:N/A, offhand#2 can hit AC:8 Damage:N/A)
Sir Henri d20+11=31 d20+11=26 d8+5=9 d8+5=11 Tuesday January 11th, 2005 5:43:10 AM
Sir Henri advances With sword in hand to the nearest enermy. With sword in hand, the paladin talks to his sword, "Alright! Sweettooth! Let us fight for right!"
OOC: Attack Ac31 critical, AC 26, Damages 9+11=20hp.
Justin Webber (DM) Reaper's Dance d20+12=20 d20+12=24 d20+28=36 d20+14=23 2d6(4+4)+8=16 2d6(5+2)+8=15 Tuesday January 11th, 2005 9:54:32 PM
Inside the courtyard is the main concentration outside but you can hear from inside the courtyard the collision of Beowulf's mounted forces, Melic's troops and Gimblus and his men. A holy heck of a fight sounds to of began outside. The noise also combined with the sound of Drake in his dragon form howling and fighting off enemies and also the sound of a red dragon slamming into the ground behind the fort as the other 3 land can be heard.
Inside the fort thought Kashmari teleports psionicly (excuse the term teleport) Hindro from his position to on the wall and Kashmari is now where Hindro was as she quickly retreats farther.
Ragnalfr fires a lightning bolt when he sees the free spot and hits the Reaper, it looks to hit the Reaper full blast. The lightnig bolt finishes it's way on out the hole in the gate too, frying one of the orcs who was badly injured and drops it.
Marek jumps off the wall and swings at Reaper but misses horribly as he lands he drops into a defensive position.
Aelanthir cast grease spell on the Reaper's weapon but the Reaper doesn't drop the weapon from it's grip.
Hart begins to summon some aid while Spirit hides in fright and his owl sleeps yet.
Mykell rushes in, stepping quickly in a side thought to help cover Kashmari and steps infront of the Reaper before swinging his katana and case twice in fluid motions. He is happy to find his weapons find firm blows, the katana making a nasty wound on the man/creature. All though his second attacks hit nothing as the Reaper dodges.
Henri also rushes in and slashes at the Reaper, his sword hitting hard and leaving a nasty wound also.
The Reaper bleeds from a few wounds now and growls as he spins his scythe and slashes at Mykell who is covering Kashmari's retreat. Both slashes of the wicked scythe bringing a nasty wound on Mykell. (Can hit AC:36/23 Damage:31 must make a fort check DC:16)
The Reaper's eyes look over the people infront of him as six demonic men come running in through the hole in the wall. Each wears breast plate and hold a wicked looking longsword.
As if the suprises don't end on the wall fartherest from everyone a sudden puff of smoke flashes and when it clears a group of four men stand there. Each man wears skin fitting blue outfits and a scarf is across their face hiding it from sight. Over each man's shoulder is a handle for a sword but since you can see much of the sword otherwise you can only guess it is about the size of a shortsword. The men watch the fight currently going on but mainly their eyes fall on Mykell.
(Reaper's AC is 21)
Hart, Spirit and Loran d20+8=10 Wednesday January 12th, 2005 3:08:54 AM
Active Spells: Wood Wose (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (5/6): Lasts 4 days.
Augmented Hippogriff lasts 4 rounds.
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame x2, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Soften Earth and Stone, Briar Web Rod: 1 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
The satyr finishes Summoning. (Spontaneous Summoning (Gust of Wind), Augmented Hippogriff) He begins casting again.
The Hippogriff appears in the air 35ft away from Hart in the courtyard and charges into flanking position on the Reaper. (Hippogriff AC 15 and 31 hps, Hits AC 10, missing) It swings over and attempts to turn around to make another approach.
Sir Henri d20+11=29 d8+5=12 Wednesday January 12th, 2005 3:52:46 AM
The paladin whispers to his swords, "Good Girl Sweet Tooth! Do it again. Take another big bite!" as he swings at his enermy again.
OOC attack AC 29, Damages 12hp.
Kashmari d20+2=17 d6=2 d6=5 Wednesday January 12th, 2005 5:34:51 AM
Kashmari has made her way back to Aelanthir and Hindro. If a cleric has not come to help Hindro Kashmari will see what she can do to help (heal check 17). Thus she misses both the appearence of the demon-men and the blue-clad strangers.
If it seems that the puss from the wound is hindering healing then Kashmari will weigh her options to see if there is anything psionically she can do. Only if no cleric has healed Hindro, or if they have tried and failed due to the nature of the wound will Kashmari try this: Dissipating Touch.
With this power she will try to 'teleport' all of the puss (only) to the astral plane. In this case this isn't exactly an attack, unless it is an attack only on the puss leaking from the wound! (Dissipates "7 points worth" of puss. Hopefully this will fully clean the wound.)
Kashmari is keeping 'half an eye' on Reaper, she doesn't directly see the blows that Mykell received. Kashmari does subconsciously register that Mykell is moving differently. She suspects that Reaper gave as good as he got with his counter attack.
She is not happy with the result of things. Kashmari doesn'tlike the fact that she may well have to tax her psionic abilities just to try and keep the warriors alive. What then when Ledan comes? Only Hindro and herself would have much of a chance against his psionics...
If the dissipation of the puss works from Hindro's wound then Kashmari will have found a new way to use a power that was previously only used as an armed melee attack.
(Name: Dissipating Touch Discipline: Psychoportation [Teleportation] Level: Psion 1 Display: Auditory & Visual (see text) (visual: part of the surface material is dispersed to somewhere else, auditory: there is a haunting humming sound like many ethereal voices whispering all at once, the sound starts very low and then gradually increases in volume until either the power expires or the voices reach the sound level of a loud whisper. The humming can be heard initially for a distance up to 100ft (for 1 actions duration), after the initial sound a low pitched version of this humming can be heard within a 15ft radius for half of the duration of the power.) Manifestation time: 1 standard action Range: Touch Description: Disperse surface material of foe or object dealing 1d6 damage. Your mere touch can disperse the surface material of a foe or object, sending a tiny portion of it far away. This is disruptive; thus, your successful melee touch attack deals 1d6 pts of dmg. Your touch attack, charged with a psionic power, is treated as an armed attack. No AoO is incurred. Augment: For every additional power point you spend, this power's damage increases by 1d6 points. Target: Object touched (non sentient, non magical/psionic object) Duration: Instantaneous Saving throw: None Power Points: 2 (Augmented, 2d6))
Ragnalfr (AC 14) Wednesday January 12th, 2005 8:20:09 AM
Skeleton Face is getting a lot of attention now. Ragnalfr takes in the six demons and four blue guys, and makes a quick choice.
Not sure if the blue guys are friend or foe (after all, he just appeared pretty much the same way), the wizard turns, raises his rod, and sketches another spell. A green flash of light releases from his hand, and then explodes into a ball of fire in the middle of the six attacking demonic fellows.
[Maximized Fireball - 20' radius. 36 hp damage. Reflex DC 21 halves]
Marek Isentomb [AC 29 HP 57] d20+15=33 d20+15=27 d20+15=35 d20+15=19 d20+15=23 d20+15=18 d20+15=32 d20+15=23 2d6(3+2)+18=23 2d6(6+5)+18=29 2d6(2+1)+18=21 2d6(1+1)+18=20 2d6(2+6)+18=26 2d6(3+3)+18=24 2d6(3+3)+18=24 2d6(4+6)+18=28 Wednesday January 12th, 2005 10:31:31 AM
Marek shouts to Mykell and Henri, "I'll hold the gate." and he steps into the oncoming demon warriors. The chain whips into an overhead spin and Marek pivots form left to right and back again. With each turn the chain slashes out at one of the weapons the enemy carries. [Whirlwind-Improved Sunder-Power Attack 4] [Demon 1 Sunder 33 dmg 23] [Demon 2 Sunder 27 dmg 29] [Demon 3 Sunder 35 Crit 19 dmg 21 crit+20] [Demon 4 Sunder 23 dmg 26] [Demon 5 Sunder 18 dmg 24] [Demon 6 Sunder 32 dmg 24] [Reaper 1 Sunder 23 dmg 28] For quick reference long sword Hardness 10 Hp 5 each + adds 2 hardness and 10 HP
fern d20+8=26 d20+8=25 d8+3=9 d8+3=5 Wednesday January 12th, 2005 2:26:09 PM
Fern quickly fires off several arrows at the reaper
using rapid shot
attack 1: 26 damage: 9 attack 2: 25 damage: 5
Aelanthir (AC 18(19 vs Reaper) HP 35, See invis) 3d4(3+3+4)+3=13 Wednesday January 12th, 2005 3:05:50 PM
Aelanthir sees the new combatants enter the battle field then looks at the Reaper. Aelanthir takes a scroll out from his pack and casts it (magic missle) sending the missles into Blue opponent #1 (dmg: 13)
ADM Eunice Wednesday January 12th, 2005 7:44:09 PM
Okay everyone. I just got an IM from Justin. It seems like it is storming really bad where he lives. So, it looks like there will either be no DM post, or a very late DM post for today. As I have received no information on what Justin is planning for the next round/post so I cannot make any DM post for Justin. Sorry.
Mykell Zweihand-AC:21-HP:25/56 d20+9=24 Thursday January 13th, 2005 12:12:58 AM
(OOC:Storming just stopped here. Thank you for dropping the message for me Eunice :) I owe you one.)
Mykell winces as the scythe hits him and feels his blood flow freely from it but is happy to find that no puss or such leaks from his wound. He begins falling back while going completely defensive, his wound deep and serious, "Dang, this bone head packs a punch in a half."
Justin Webber (DM) Complicated d20+4=21 d20+4=20 d20+4=13 d20+4=8 d20+4=19 d20+4=21 d20+10=20 d20+5=21 d20+10=30 d20+5=15 d20+10=28 d20+5=23 d20+10=17 d20+5=12 d20+10=30 d20+5=20 d8+8=16 d8+8=11 d8+8=14 d8+8=9 d8+8=11 d8+8=16 Thursday January 13th, 2005 12:38:21 AM
Hart summons a hipogriff which misses in it's attack. After summoning the hipofriff he also begins to cast another spell.
Kashmari concentrates on healing to trying to heal Hindro. She acomplishes in telelporting the puss to another dimension which leaves the wound clean. However the wound does look to be creating morep uss quickly, clearly some form of disease or something is effecting him, plus the wound is bleeding badly.
Henri rushes in and slashes at the Reaper, hitting him again, but the Reaper still stands.
Ragnalfr casts a fireball within the middle of the demon men and is satisfied to see that all but two look to take the full blow of the fireball. Demon#3 dies in the flames.
Marek attacks trying to sunder the demons and the Reaper's weapon. His blows hit each demon's weapon but demon#5 and the Reaper's. However Marek is unable to break any of the current weapons but does leave thembadly damaged.
Fern fires two arrows and finds that both her arrows slams into the Reaper but once again the damage isn't enough to cause him much pain from the looks.
Mykell falls back away from the Reaper while his wound bleeds and he is injured pretty bad.
Aelanthir reads a scroll and fores mahic missles at the lead man who appeared on the wall wearing blue.
The lead man on the wall looks towards Aelanthir once he is hit by the magic missles and frowns as he motions to his men and points towards the Reaper.
Without uttering a word the men quickly flip off the wall, each pulling the thin but deadly looking shortsword like blade on his back. As they land they rush with incredible speed and slash at the Reaper as they pass it. Each take a double swing as they pass and a total of 5 hits are scored.
With the new combatants on the field and the sudden attack the Reaper quickly takes flight, his wings taking him off the ground quickly and he hovers a small distance as he yells at the blue clothed men, "The Naara e'aikanaro side with these people?"
The leader of the blue clad men spins his sword and his face what can be seen shows no sign of emotion as he speaks, "Mykell's head is ours, begone or besent to the underworld. Step in our way to get to the target again and die."
The blue clad man looks back to his men and nods to them as the form a tight circle together, back to back, "You have friend Mykell...took us awhile to track you down since you changed your last name but lady Koyagama sends her regards and her wishes for your head."
The new men have made no move to attack yet, a couple have switched weapons while their leader talked and now one has a pair of sais and another has a handfull of throwing stars while the others still have their swords ready.
Hart, Spirit and Loran d20+11=30 d8+6=10 d20+12=13 Thursday January 13th, 2005 3:59:57 AM
Active Spells: Wood Wose: (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (5/6): Lasts 4 days. Produce Flame: (Lasts 8 minutes, rod used.)
Augmented Hippogriff lasts 3 rounds. Augmented Dire Bat lasts 4 rounds.
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Soften Earth and Stone Rod: 1 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
The satyr finishes Summoning. (Spontaneous casting (Briar Web), Dire Bat) The bat appears 35 feet away from Hart in midair and charges toward the Reaper.
Both flyers turn to flank the Reaper, both charge.
(Augmented Dire Bat, AC 20 and 34 hps, hits AC 30, for 10 damage)
(Augmented Hippogriff, AC 15 and 29 hps, claw attack hits AC 13, missing again)
Hart retrieves his rod and casts again. (Produce Flame) A ball of fire erupts in the satyr's hand.
Spirit remains hidden.
Loran falls asleep again.
Watching the fight in the courtyard, the satyr feels compelled to yell out to his companions. "Fall back to the court and gate! We must regroup."
Eiras {AC:24 HP:53/53} d20+17=24 d20+17=37 d20+17=24 d8+7=12 d8+7=15 d8+7=9 d8+7=11 Thursday January 13th, 2005 8:37:31 AM
Eiras enters the fray, targeting the Reaper with his arrows.
{(With +2 arrows) Hit AC:24 Dmg:12 AC:37 possible crit AC:24 not sure if this crits or not Dmg:15 if crit:20 more for 35 Total Dmg:27 (not Crit) if Crit:47}
Sir Henri (AC 21 60/60hp) d20+11=30 d8+5=11 Thursday January 13th, 2005 12:04:37 PM
The enermy paused for a moment, So the paladin Hit him again.
OOC; Attack AC30 - Damages 11hp.
Ragnalfr 3d4(4+2+4)+3=13 Thursday January 13th, 2005 4:36:50 PM
The wizard isn't really sure what to do about the blue guys. Who's Mykell?
Ragnalfr sticks with the known enemies, sending three magical bolts slamming into Demon #5. [Magic Missile - 13 hp damage]
Kashmari Thursday January 13th, 2005 5:12:00 PM
Kashmari watches what happens around Mykell as she waits for the cleric.
"Where's that darned cleric?! What did you all think I said? "Fetch a Carrot!??"
Kashmari looks over at Hindro to see if he is still conscious. She almost immediately turns back to study the blue clad strangers, trying to figure out the bast way to remove them as enemies. For a moment she chews her lower lip in thought.
Marek Isentomb [AC 29 HP 57] d20+11=31 d20+11=25 d20+11=30 d20+11=23 d20+11=25 d20+11=19 2d6(1+1)+10=12 2d6(3+3)+10=16 2d6(3+2)+10=15 2d6(2+1)+10=13 2d6(6+5)+10=21 2d6(2+5)+10=17 Thursday January 13th, 2005 5:28:36 PM
With the fireball having wounded them, Marek switches tactics and in a blur of motion spins the chain towards the head of each remaining creature trying to enter HIS gate.
[Whirlwind attack against the 5 remaining [Demon 1 Hit AC 31 crit 25 dmg 12 crit 16 total 28] [Demon 2 Hit AC 30 dmg 15] [Demon 4 Hit AC 23 dmg 13] [Demon 5 Hit AC 25 dmg 21] [Demon 6 Hit AC 19 dmg 17]
Jay B(the satyr called Hart) to Mike K Thursday January 13th, 2005 7:16:15 PM
OOC: Mykell one of our party members. I can't remember who plays him though. ;)
Tyal 3d8(3+5+8)+6=22 Thursday January 13th, 2005 9:22:06 PM
Tyal makes his way over during all the fighting to lay his right hand upon Mykell. He forces the powers of Inana into the warrior with all his will. "This healing should help out." He looks to the rest of the group with a sheepish grin. "Sorry for being so late."
{healing for 22HP}
Will start trying to make more frequent posts and better ones at that. Sorry!!
Mykell Zweihand d20+4=11 d20+9=10 d20+3=5 d20+9=13 d20+3=8 Thursday January 13th, 2005 10:38:41 PM
Mykell feels the healing energies from his fighting friend and nods in thanks to Tyal as he now spins his katana and sheath, "You can tell Lady Koyagama that my swordsmanship is improving in my time away from home and once I come back that she better beware."
Mykell grins and rushes foreward now, leaping high as he does, "Thats if any of your survive this day." (jump:11 Can hit AC: *main hand#1*:10 Dam:0 *off hand#1*:5 Dam:0 *main hand#2*:13 Dam:0 *off hand#2*:8 Dam:0)
When Mykell lands he is extremely suprised and upset at himself at how bad his attacks came this round, none of them finding a whole in the enemies defense.
Justin Webber (DM) Flowing Combat d20+4=22 d20+4=7 d20+4=22 d20+4=11 d20+4=17 d20+10=15 d20+3=19 d8+6=14 d8+6=10 d20+12=24 d20+7=15 d20+5=10 d4+3=6 d4+3=4 d4+3=6 Thursday January 13th, 2005 10:56:47 PM
Hart summons up a dire bat that combines it's attack with the hipogriff. The hipogriff misses again but the dire bat scores a nasty hit on the Reaper.
Eiras fires a pair of magical arrows and scores to more hits on the Reaper.
Henri swings at the Reaper as he is taking flight and also connects solidly with him.
Ragnalfr fires magic missles at demon man#5. The missles hit solidly and leave the demon looking man looking pretty badly hurt.
Marek pumps the chain into it's deadly work and qith nice smooth attacks drops all the demon men but #6.
Kashmari calls for a cleric and otherwise studies the men in blue to decide on what to do. She is happy to see that a young priest comes running out shortly after her call and kneels, tending to Hindro's wounds in a slow but skillful manner.
Tyal comes over and lays a hand gently on Mykell, healing the man of some of his damage and succeeding in stopping the bleeding from the wound.
Mykell leaps pretty well for a heavily armored man and slashes with both katana and sheath after giving a small speach to the blue clothed men. The speach however might of been more impressive if the attacks would of backed it up.
The remaining demon man moves in on Marek. (Can hit AC:16 and 19 Damage:14 and 10)
The blue clad men continue to stay back to back and all but the throwing star weilder falls into complete defense. The throwing star man looks to Aelanthir and flings three throwing stars quickly at him. (Can hit AC:24 and 15 and 10 Damage:6 and 4 and 6)
Outside the wall the battling is slowly calming down and the Reaper turns in mid air and begins flying off quickly.
You hear outside the yells of Beowulf, his men, Melic and his men and even Drake's voice now, "We got them on the run men. Let them go for our men are to badly wounded to be giving chase. Fall back to the fort and let the Seekers go. The battle is over except for those still left to clean up."
Marek can see around a dozen more demon men standing outside the hole in the gate that the Reaper blasted along with one very big and angry looking Bulkidon.
(Anyone on the wall can make a spot DC:12 and tell that Drake, Beowulf, Melic and their men are way to far to render aid against the dozen demon men and one Bulkidon outside the wall. True to the words called the Seekers are making a hasty retreat. You can get the feeling that this battle was ill prepared by Gimblus and he clearly figured just overwhelming numbers would win him the battle instead of experienced fighters beyond him and the Seekers.)
(Also the hole in the gate is large enough for only two demons at a time to move through and currently the demons must be atleast alittle smart as side byside a pair of them stand to hold their ground.)
Hart, Spirit and Loran d20+8=24 d4+6=9 d6+4=5 d20+9=28 Friday January 14th, 2005 1:41:11 AM
Active Spells: Wood Wose: (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (5/6): Lasts 4 days. Produce Flame: (Lasts 7 minutes 54 seconds, rod used.)
Augmented Hippogriff lasts 2 rounds. Augmented Dire Bat lasts 3 rounds.
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Soften Earth and Stone Rod: 1 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
The satyr looks on over the battle, flame in hand, looking around for a target that can't absorb flame. He releases a ball of flame (range touch, up to 120ft, hitting AC 28, for 5 fire damage) on an enemy nearby. Another bluish-orange flame erupts on the satyr's palm once more.
The summoned ariel combatants fly after the Reaper. The Dire Bat is unable to keep up(fly of 40ft), but our friend the hippogriff is on the Reaper's tail(with 100ft fly). (Augmented Dire Bat, AC 20 and 34 hps) (Augmented Hippogriff, AC 15 and 29 hps, claw attack hits AC 24, for 9 damage)
Spirit remains hidden and everyone nearby can see the hood shake.
Loran sleeps. The owl currently seems more concerned with the amount of noise being made, than the actual battle.
Aelanthir (AC 18(19 vs Blue (TStars)) HP 29/35, See invis, Blink) Friday January 14th, 2005 2:58:54 AM
Aelanthir casts Blink then starts to head towards the Blue opponent that just threw throwing stars at him.
Ragnalfr(AC 18, Mage Armor) Friday January 14th, 2005 10:31:32 AM
Ragnalfr pauses.
The warrior with the spiked chain is quite impressive, and certainly doesn't need any more help.
Most of the others are closing in on the blue guys. The wizard presumes the one with the moves is this Mykell fellow.
The white haired elf is mentally paging through his list of spells when the blue guy with the throwing stars reminds him he might want to go defensive for a moment.
Ragnalfr backs away [30' move action] from both the gate and the blue guys, trying to get between 60' to 80' feet away from both. Then, he sketches a spell which encases him in a shimmering light.
[Extended Mage Armor - duration 12 hours]
Marek Isentomb [AC 29/30 HP 57] d20+6=23 d20+6=18 2d6(1+5)+20=26 2d6(1+6)+20=27 Friday January 14th, 2005 12:44:14 PM
Marek stands his ground if not stepping even closer to the gate and sends the whicked spiked chain hurling into the first two Demon men stepping through. [PA-5 Whirlwind Hit AC 23/18 dmg 26/27]
Kashmari (HP 47/47, AC 15) 6d6(3+2+3+3+6+5)=22 d20+27=42 Friday January 14th, 2005 6:47:51 PM
Kashmari certainly takes note of the attack upon her brother by the assassins. She is infuriated by their attacks upon Aelanthir and Mykell.
Kashmari manifests an augmented version of Energy Missile (Electricity, dmg 22 per target, 5 targets (the blue clad attackers), save DC 21 Ref for half). She concentrates to annull the tell-tale display (Concentrate 42, DC 15).
In her ire she particularly focuses on Aelanthir's attacker, the one with the throwing stars.
Suddenly 5 of the assassins are engulfed in intense bright blue-white nimbuses' of crackling lightning.
Because she has manifested the power with no display at all it will be difficult to know of the orgin of the attack; even with a Psicraft check. (With psicraft a display must be seen.)
(Concentration 42, avoiding any manifestation displays)
(Name: Energy Missile (Electricity, 5 targets) Discipline: Psychokinesis [see text] Level: Kineticist 2 Manifestation time: 1 standard action Range: Medium (160ft) Description: The missile deals 3d6 points of damage to each creature or object you target, to the maximum of 5 targets. You cannot hit the same target multiple times with the same manifestation of this power. Electricity: Manifesting a missile of this energy type provides a +2 bonus to the save DC and a +2 bonus on manifester level checks for the purpose of overcoming power resistence. This power's subtype is the same as the type of energy you manifest. Augment: For every additional power point you spend, this power's damage increases by 1d6 and its save DC increases by 1. Target: Up to 5 creatures or objects; no 2 targets can be more than 15 ft apart. Duration: Instantaneous Saving throw: Reflex for half or Fortitude for half; see text Power resistance: Yes Power Points: 6 (augmented x3, initial PP cost 3) DC: (10 + power lvl 2 + Int mod 4 +2 +3 = 21))
Mykell Zweihand-AC:21-HP:47/56 d20+9=18 d20+5=6 d20+7=24 d20+3=19 d10+8=18 Saturday January 15th, 2005 3:05:27 PM
Mykell frowns and slashes his katana and swings his sheath in their deadly combination, this time trying to place his blows better. (Can hit AC:18/6 24/19 Damage:miss/miss 18/miss)
Justin Webber (DM) Blue Boys d20+12=22 d20+12=24 d20+12=22 d20+12=21 d20+12=26 d20+12=28 d20+12=19 d20+12=16 d20+12=18 d20+12=26 d4+3=6 d4+3=6 d4+3=4 d4+3=4 d4+3=4 d20+8=17 d20+4=5 d20+6=15 d20+2=22 d20+2=11 d4+8=11 d20+10=15 d20+8=21 d20+10=11 d20+8=25 d8+8=13 d8+8=9 d20+16=17 d20+10=22 d20+8=27 d20+8=16 d8+8=12 d8+8=15 Saturday January 15th, 2005 3:20:39 PM
The dire Bat and hipogriff continue to try and attack the Reaper, the only one able to keep up though is the dire bat who scores another hit on the Reaper.
Hart throws a ball of fire at one of the blue clothed men and hits him. The man winces but doesn't say nothing else.
Aelanthir casts blink and begins to move in on the blue clad men.
Ragnalfr backs off and casts mage armor on himself just incase.
Marek uses a whirlwind attack and scores a hit on one of the demon looking men while the other gets his shield up in time to block the blow. The one Marek hits looks slightly injured and also upset.
Kashmari becomes upset with the blows on her brother and Mykell and uses her psionic powers to electricute the blue clad men. (All the men look to succeed in avoiding the worse of the eletric.)
Mykell press his attack on the leader person of the blue clad men and succeeds this time in only getting one attack through which gives the blue clad man a nice wound but not bad enough.
The demon men in the gat hole don't move yet but suddenly in the area just before the gate a globe of darkness appears making it very hard to see anything. The sound of feet can be heard coming through the hole though.
The blue clad men now seem to be tired of the defensive nature and burst into action, each moving with amazing speed.
The one with the throwing stars spins and a total of 5 throwing stars goes flying at Hart. (Can hit AC:28/19/16/18/26 Damage:6/6/4/4/4)
The blue clad man with the sais moves in on Tyal, spinning his sais once before stabing quickly at him. (Can hit AC:17/5 15/22 *no crit* Damage:miss/miss miss/11)
Two of the blue clad men with the shortsword looking weapons move in and attack Mykell, one going high and one ducking low. (Can hit AC:15/21 11/25 Damage:miss/13 miss/9)
The last blue clad man rushes towards the wall and with amazing skill he leaps from the ground to the wall top. He stands near Eiras and slashes at Eiras with the shortsword like weapon in his hand. (Can hit AC:22/27 Damage:miss/15)
Kashmari d20+27=35 Saturday January 15th, 2005 5:21:23 PM
Kashmari is rather surprised at the unnatural resilience of Mykell's enemies. She needs to consider what might work against them. Can she even get close enough for any melee attacks? Does she really want to?
Not wanting to risk getting flanked or attacked from behind she manifests 'Ubiquitous Vision' upon herself. Effectively she now has a 360-degree sphere of sight for one full hour, and cannot be flanked or attacked from behind. Once again there is no tell-tale visible display.
Feeling far more secure Kashmari stays put and watches what the 'assassins' do next. She doesn't feel that anyone of her companions is truly in danger quite yet.
(Concentration 35 (DC 15 to avoid display))
Name: Ubiquitous Vision p. 139 Discipline: Clairsentience Level: Psion 3 Display: Visual (The manifester manifests an illusory 'crown of eyes' floating just above her head, an eye looks in each direction; including upwards. This visual illusion lasts until the end of the manifestation time). Manifestation time: 1 standard action Range: Personal Description: You have metaphoric "eyes in the back of your head", and on the sides and top as well, granting you benefits in specific situations. In effect, you have a 360-degree sphere of sight, allowing you a perfect view of creatures that might otherwise flank you. Thus, flanking opponents gain no bonus on their attack rolls, and rogues are denied their sneak attack ability because you do not lose your Dexterity bonus (but they may still sneak attack you if you are caught flat-footed). Your Spot and Search checks gain a +4 enhancement bonus. Concurrently, you take a -4 penalty on saves against all gaze attacks during the power's duration. Target: You Duration: 10 min./level (D)(60 mins.) Power Points: 5
Eiras {AC:24 HP:38/53} d20+7=21 d20+6=19 d8+5=8 d6+4=8 2d6(1+6)=7 Saturday January 15th, 2005 6:25:42 PM
Eiras drops his bow and draws longsword and shortsword. He begins to 'dance' with the blades, lashing out twice.
{To Hit AC:21 Dmg:8 if non-lawful take 7 more AC:19 Dmg:8}
Hart(AC 22, 63/73hps), Spirit and Loran Sunday January 16th, 2005 12:52:40 AM
Active Spells: Wood Wose: (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (5/6): Lasts 4 days. Produce Flame: (Lasts 7 minutes 48 seconds, rod used.) Shillelagh: (wand)
Augmented Hippogriff lasts 1 rounds. Augmented Dire Bat lasts 2 rounds.
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Soften Earth and Stone Rod: 2 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
Hart is hit with two stars, as he winces in pain. He quickly ducks to make cover. The druid watches the man leap to the top of the wall, which is unnerving. He retrieves his Wand of Shillelagh and taps his staff.
The two summoned creatures continue to follow the Reaper and attack. (Augmented Dire Bat) (Augmented Hippogriff)
Spirit sinks further into the hood.
Loran opens his tired eyes and blinks twice.
Ragnalfr (AC 18, Mage Armor) 3d4(2+2+4)+3=11 Sunday January 16th, 2005 10:24:34 AM
Ragnalfr makes a face. With everyone in melee, its going to be difficult to bring his nastier spells to bear.
And, the wizard suspects those blue guys are too quick for the ol' fireball to be effective anyway.
He sighs. Magic Missile is so...so...mundane. But, its the most effective spell for this situation.
The white haired elf fires three magic missiles at the most wounded blue guy on Mykell. [ 11 hp damage ]
Sir Henri d20+11=30 d8+5=13 Sunday January 16th, 2005 11:29:22 AM
Since the paladin seems to be invisable, Henri will strike again (Attack AC30) making his enermy bleed all the more (Damages 13hp).
Fern HP: 37/37 AC: 21 d20+8=19 d20+8=27 d20=7 d8+3=9 d8+3=4 Sunday January 16th, 2005 3:19:45 PM
Fern frowns when her arrows appear not to do much damage, but fires again.
attack 1: 19 damage: 9 attack 2: 27 damage: 4
feats used: precise shot, rapid shot.
Aelanthir (AC 18(19 vs Blue (TStars)) HP 29/35, See invis, Blink) Sunday January 16th, 2005 8:39:04 PM
Aelanthir continues towards the Blue clad opponent that has been throwing throwing stars. He stalks towards his target like a predator. Aelanthir draws his short swords. The glint in his Elven eyes promises death.
((Justin, how far am I away from the enemy target?))
Tyal [HP: 49/60 ; AC: 22](dodge) d20+10=22 d8+5=6 Monday January 17th, 2005 4:43:39 PM
Tyal feels the bite of the single sai that is able to get past his shield. With gritted teeth he just gives the sai wielder a grin. He launches his own attack at the man. His morningstar comes in from the side (hit: 22 and damage: 6) as he brings his shield back into line for defense.
He takes a five foot step back as he looks to the others to see how they fair. "Remember to call out if you need healing." He then focuses back on the man before him.
Marek Isentomb [AC 29/30 HP 57] d20+5=25 d20+11=26 d20+11=14 2d6(3+5)+10=18 2d6(6+2)+10=18 Monday January 17th, 2005 6:50:10 PM Darkness, Hades hind quarters
Marek does a couple back hand springs, [Tumble 25] to flip out of the area. taking a defensive stance farther in the courtyard will have to do.
[combat Refelx AoO if he can hits AC 26 and 14 dmg 18 and 18]
Mykell Zweihand-AC:21-HP:26/56 d20+9=13 d20+5=10 d20+7=27 d20+7=22 d20+3=4 d10+8=13 d10+8=18 Monday January 17th, 2005 9:27:27 PM
Mykell presses his attack on the man he had been attacking before and tries his best to dodge the attacks thrown at him. He winces as two of the attacks find their mark through his defenses though, "Might need moreh elp over here." (Can hit AC:13/10 27*crit:22*/4 Damage:13 (crit:31)
Justin Webber (DM) Combat Cont Monday January 17th, 2005 9:54:22 PM
Mykell takes a couple blows from his pair of enemies but is able to score a good hit with his katana before calling for assistance.
Marek does a few nice back hand springs that land him a small distance from the gate and th darkness and readies his chain for anything that comes out of the darkness.
Tyal takes a blow from the sai wielder and counters with a nasty blow of his own.
Aelanthir moves in on the throwing star weilder and now is within striking distance.
Fern fires two arrows, one of them finding it's mark though.
Henri steps in and swings, hitting the extra man that is attacking Mykell.
Ragnalfr fires magic missles at the leader that Mykell was pounding on and is satisfied to see the blue clad man drop.
Hart readies his staff for combat as he watched one of the blue clad men making a amazing jump.
Erias pulls his weapons when the man jump up and attacks him. Only the first weapon of Erias's finds it's mark though as the other one misses.
Kashmari uses one of her psionic abilities to make it harder to sneak attack her.
A priest frowns and casts a spell from where he stands, the priest looks much older and he wears a robe of bahamut. A warming feelings spreads among all the group healing them of 30points of damage.
The second man attacking Mykell frowns when he sees all the men attacking him and how everyone is taking damage. He even notices as the leader of the group falls dead. With a quick motion of his sword he calls out loudly, "Inpoon"
The group is soon alone as small flashes of smoke erupt and each blue clad man is gone except the dead one.
A sigh of relief maybe coming but before that can happen pieces of gate goes shooting throughout the courtyard and even a couple demon men go flying out of the darkness to land dead and un moving.
From the shadows and taking a hit from Marek comes one surviving Bulkidon's, it roars loudly and glares down the party before a voice Kashmari knows is Ledan comes out of it's mouth, "You won the battle but the war is far from over. Good luck with my improved friend here and do win for I want to meet you again dear enemies.....ohhh that reminds me, this one is slightly more improved which you will see."
Kashmari also gets a small suprise as a demon man leaps from the wall suddenly and comes racing down at her back wth a longsword down and ready to try and impale her. Kashmari though with her psionic ability up sees instantly as the demon man suddenly stops in mid air and his arms and feet shoot straight out to his sides, spread eagle wise. Kashmari can also see on the wall wear Hindro lays, still in odvious pain from his injures holds one hand up with his fingers spread wide as if he is holding the demon man in mid air. Hindro's free hand drops a handful of needles on the ground next to him and he whips his free hand forward and the needles shoot forward and 4 needles ram into each of the demon man's hands, and feet and lastly 4 needles slam into the man's chest where his heart should be. Very lastly a psionic shimmering hand palm pointed towards the demon man hovers in the air and slams palm first into the man's chest. This sends the man flying into the wall very hard and drives the needles in the demon man's chest in fully.
Hart(AC 22,73hps), Spirit and Loran Tuesday January 18th, 2005 12:03:17 AM
Active Spells: Wood Wose: (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (5/6): Lasts 4 days. Produce Flame: (Lasts 7 minutes 42 seconds, rod used.) Shillelagh: (wand)
Augmented Hippogriff last round. Augmented Dire Bat lasts 1 round.
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Soften Earth and Stone Rod: 2 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
Hart leans on his enchanted staff, glowing fireball in his hand, slightly confused at the whole combat. "Ees eet over?" He askes.
Spirit pokes his head to see whats happening.
Loran falls back to sleep.
Fern HP: 37/37 AC: 21 d20+8=16 d8+3=8 d20+8=25 d8+3=11 Tuesday January 18th, 2005 1:30:29 AM
Fern keeps firing as fast as she can.
attack 1: 16 damage: 8 attack 2: 25 damage: 11
feats used: rapid & precise shot
Sir Henri d20+11=26 d8+5=12 Tuesday January 18th, 2005 5:34:17 AM
"Don't know when to stop? Do you" ask the paladin. But just to make sure he'll take another swing at him.
OOC Attack AC 26 - Damages 12hp (I hope)
Eiras Tuesday January 18th, 2005 6:30:18 AM
"Well that was fun wasn't it," the smirk in Eiras' voice is apparent as he begins to clean and sheathe his weapons.
Marek Isentomb [AC 32 HP 57] d20+7=20 d20+2=19 2d6(6+2)+10=18 2d6(6+2)+10=18 d20+7=27 2d6(5+4)+10=19 Tuesday January 18th, 2005 8:52:53 AM
"If everyone is done playing back there, I might need some help at the gate!" Marek shouts over his shoulder into the courtyard.
Marek maintains his defensive posture as he strikes twice and then side steps a bit, hoping to make the thing move through his longer reach.
[Hit AC 20 and 19 Dmg 18 and 18] if it has to move more than 5' AoO [Hit AC 27 Dmg 19]
Ragnalfr (AC 18, Mage Armor) Tuesday January 18th, 2005 10:52:22 AM
Ragnalfr has no idea what that is at the gate. But the warrior with the chain is an ally and called for help.
Since no one is directly engaged yet, the wizard goes back to the big guns.
He raises his rod and sends a bolt of electricity slamming into the creature.
[Used Spirit Spell ability to regenerate spell. Maximized Lightning Bolt - 36 hp damage, Reflex DC 21 to halve]
Aelanthir (AC 18(19 vs Bulkidon) HP 35, See invis, Blink) Tuesday January 18th, 2005 3:18:41 PM
Aelanthin moves back away from the Bulkidon getting out of the blast area that the others have shown. While falling back Aelanthir calls out "fall back hit it with ranged weapons and spells while behind cover."
Kashmari d20+12=32 d20+15=18 Tuesday January 18th, 2005 5:47:50 PM
Kashmari certainly pays heed to Ledan's warning. She studies this new Bulkidon. Kashmari wonders if this one is similar to the greater Bulkidon's that Drake faced off against earlier.
Kashmari also warns the others, "These types of Bulkidons can self destruct as an attack form. The force is very powerful." She bases her warning from what she knew about the greater Bulkidons.
Kashmari stays up on the wall. She keeps an eye on Hindro, the progress of the Bulkidon and the battle formation/retreats of her comrades.
The last thing she does is to 'animate' the crystal dragon statue in the courtyard and command it to drive the Bulkidon from the Temple-fort. It should try and push the Bulkidon back out the gate.
"Let's leave the dragon to guard it's home, shall we?" Kashmari calls out to her comrades in hope that they won't interfere and therefore possibly get hurt.
The crystal dragon will make its way resolutely towards the Bulkidon, its crystaline joints making a sound similar to large crystal chimes and grating crystal as it walks.
"Hindro, you should seek one of the high priests to heal you better. We should seek cover in case they do battle." Kashmri hopes that Aelanthir will find some cover in case the two large "constructs?" clash. If she catches her brothers attention she will motion for him to come to her.
(Psicraft 32, Knowledge Psionics 18)
Name: Control Object Discipline: Psychokinesis Level: Kineticist 1 Display: Material (Object is briefly covered in a shimmering, translucent slime (ectoplasmic seepage from the Astral Plane); which evaporates after 1 round) Manifestation time: 1 standard action Range: Medium (160ft) Description: You telekinetically "bring to life" one inanimate object. The object moves under your control. Note: live vegetation, already animate objects and Undead cannot be controlled in this fashion. The controlled object moves like a puppet, with jerky and clumsy movements, at a speed of up to 20ft. If its form is rigid then it makes creaking, groaning or grating sounds as it moves. A controlled object can attack an opponent if you direct it to do so. It has one slam attack, at a base attack bonus equal to your base attack bonus + your Int mod. If the attack hits, it deals damage equal to 1d6 + your Int mod. A controlled object has its usual hardness and hit points. Duration: Concentration, up to 1 round/lvl Saving throw: None Power resistance: No Power Points: 1 DC: (10 + power lvl 1 + Int mod 4)
Kashmari (addendum) d20+27=44 d20+27=42 d20+27=35 d20+27=36 d20+27=37 d20+27=38 Tuesday January 18th, 2005 5:52:24 PM
(Forgot to roll Kashmari's Concentration checks they are: 44, 42, 35, 36, 37, 38, one check for each round that she has control of the 'animated' dragon statue.)
Tyal [HP: 49/60 ; AC: 22](dodge) d20+10=28 d8+5=9 Tuesday January 18th, 2005 10:10:19 PM
Tyal charges at the Bulkindon that just entered into the courtyard. He brings his morningstar (hit: 28 and damage: 10) crashing down on the thing as best he can.
He looks around at the rest as most seem to laze about with this threat in the yard. "What the **** are all of you doing...or do you plan to leave the fun for me." He seems more than happy with the last if that is the case.
Mykell Zweihand Tuesday January 18th, 2005 10:55:42 PM
Mykell hears the comment yelled and shakes his head as he strides with a purpose towards the Bulkidon, calling back to Aelanthir and also glad he doesn't move faster and be in the way of the lightning bolt, "I have no missle weapon so melee it is."
Justin Webber (DM) Bulkidon Enraged 3d8(6+2+7)=15 4d8(2+5+7+3)=17 Tuesday January 18th, 2005 11:13:21 PM
Eiras begins to clean and sheath his swords, maybe not noticing the Bulkidon yet that blasted through the gate.
Hart also leans on his staff and comments on the battle being over or it might being over.
Kashmari concentrates and animates the crystal bahamut statue. The statue now lumbering towards Bulkidon.
Ragnalfr flings a lightning bolt at the Bulkidon, it hits solidly and infact the Bulkidon looks like it didn't even try to dodge or get out of the path of the lightning bolt. The Bulkidon does shake abit from the lightning damage.
Tyal rushes in and hits the Bulkidon solidly with his morningtar, causing the creature to growl loudly.
Mykell is to far away but makes it almost fully to the Bulkidon.
Marek's chain finds a hit on the third swing but yet again the Bulkidon looks less then worried.
Henri finds himself without a target and the Bulkidon is with in one movement round from him.
Fern fires arrows at Bulkidon but finds only one arrow hits him.
Aelanthir moves back farther from Bulkidon as he yells out advice to his companions.
(Giving some description to help MikeK just incase he didn't read far enough back to see what Bulkidon looks like)
The Bulkidon glares at each person from it's almost human looking head, it's great horns spread out just like a minataurs. It has a very powerful built body of a humanoid and it's long powerful arms end in long fingers that end it black 6inch long sharp claws. It's feet also has claws of almost equal length. It doesn't step forward but levels it's gaze on Kashmari and a blast of searing light shoots from it's eyes at her. (Damage:15 spell resistence will cut the damage)
The Bulkidon isn't done with that as it's mouth opens shrilling sound erupts from the Bulkidon's mouth. (psionic sound wave Damage:17 Fort DC:18 *Fort Check:16 or be stunned*)
Hart(AC 22,73hps), Spirit and Loran d20+9=26 d6+4=6 Wednesday January 19th, 2005 12:15:50 AM
Active Spells: Wood Wose: (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (5/6): Lasts 4 days. Produce Flame: (Lasts 7 minutes 36 seconds, rod used.) Shillelagh: (wand)
Augmented Dire Bat last round.
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Soften Earth and Stone Rod: 2 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
The satyr throws a ball of fire at the creature attacking Kashmari. (Hits Touch AC 26 for 6 fire damage) The satyr grins at the demon.
Spirit scrambles and dives into the hood.
Loran remains asleep.
Eiras {AC:24 HP:53/53} d20+15=33 d20+10=18 d8+7=10 d8+7=11 Wednesday January 19th, 2005 12:48:43 AM
Eiras, seeing his beleagured comrade, picks up the bow and fires at the beast twice.
AC:33 Dmg:10 AC:18 Dmg:11
fern d20+8=21 d20+8=27 d8+3=9 d8+3=7 Wednesday January 19th, 2005 5:37:37 AM
Fern keeps firing arrows as fast as she can.
attack 1: 21 damage: 9 attack 2: 27 damage: 7
Sir Henri(AC21 60/60hp) d20+11=18 Wednesday January 19th, 2005 6:37:55 AM
Sir Hinri watches as Bulkidom advances his way. He swishes at the air hoping to distracking the Big Bully from Kashmari, unto himself. He mentaly tells his celestrial horse to go back home. The Paladin has a bad feeling about this Bulkidom, but evil is evil and He must do what his God want him to do.
Ragnalfr (ac 18, Mage Armor) 3d4(3+1+4)+3=11 Wednesday January 19th, 2005 11:11:11 AM Self-destruct? the elf thinks to himself. That sounds bad.
Ragnalfr is forced to wonder about the teamwork of his new found allies as one calls for missile fire, and four immediately close in to melee.
With everybody closed in on the creature, the wizard is forced back to his unerring Magic Missiles.
[Magic Missile - 11 hp damage]
Marek Isentomb [AC 32 HP 57] (sub MikeK) d20+7=10 d20+2=4 Wednesday January 19th, 2005 11:16:05 AM
Marek keeps up the defense and his distance. The close quarters and his friends are making things difficult though.
[hit ac 10 and 4]
Tyal [HP: 32/60 ; AC: 22](dodge) d20+10=15 d8+5=13 d20+14=29 Wednesday January 19th, 2005 5:03:58 PM
Tyal crashes his morningstar back at the creature another time(hit: 16 and damage: 14), hoping for good results.
Looking around at the others that have moved forward for melee combat he smiles again. "Just remember to back off when you think this thing is about to blow."
[Fort 29]
Aelanthir (AC 18(19 vs Bulkidon) HP 35, See invis, Blink) 3d4(1+2+1)+3=7 d100=17 Wednesday January 19th, 2005 5:59:28 PM
Aelanthir moves over to by Kashmari then takes out a scroll and casts Magic Missle blinking just as he finishes casting causing the missles not to hit the Bulkidon.
Kashmari (HP 32/47, AC 15) d20+5=9 d20+5=20 d20+5=20 d20+27=38 Wednesday January 19th, 2005 7:05:11 PM
Kashmari tries to avoid the eye-beam, but her reflexes seem to fail her (unknown attack spell/power - presume a ref save). The sonic attack doesn't effect her near as much and she has no trouble maintaining her concentration on the dragon statue. The statue should continue to do what it was told to do.
Kashmari is growing rapidly tired with the favorite toys of Ledan. She retreats from the wall and the annoying creature. Heading indoors away from combat until she can consider a proper way to handle the Bulkidon. She will find place to keep half an eye on the dragon, while no longer being a target. She will take her own advice and let the dragon protect its Temple.
(various saves)
Kasmari (Oops) Wednesday January 19th, 2005 7:31:03 PM
The d20+27=38 is Kashmari's Concentration check.
Justin Webber (DM) Means to a End d20+2=17 Wednesday January 19th, 2005 7:45:47 PM
(OOC:Just letting people know that I will not be making a big comment on your attacks on the Bulkidon since it will actually be a moot point. Also the sonic attack was centered on Marek so only he or people close to him would be hit.)
Various people move up to attack the Bulkidon or use magic etc. Most of everyone scores atleast some more damage on it.
A few oth people move back or move to go inside the temple to get away from the combat more.
Before to many people can get to far away Gilan Moonstar suddenly appears on the ramparts of the wall. He sighs and glares at the Bulkidon before weaving his hands in the air and chanting slowly to himself. After some many moments of preparing the spell he flings a magical force at the Bulkidon which hits it and glowing magic flows throughout the monster as Gilan smiles and speaks up, "My wonderful inside out spell. Haven't used this in ages." With that said Gilan snaps his fingers.
The instant Gilan snaps his fingers the magic energy that hit the Bulkidon snaps violently and the Bulkidon blows to pieces as it is blasted inside out. It's insides and various body parts go flying all over the courtyard.
At this time the darkness globes disappear and Beowulf, the remaining knights he has, Melic and some of his ghosts and Drake come striding through the gate. Each is covered in blood from various injured and also enemies. It looks like the battle is over for the moment anyway since the main enemies retreated.
Priest flood from the temple now also and begin making their way around and look to the injured and begin preparing the dead for sending to the world beyond.
Hart(AC 22,73hps), Spirit and Loran Wednesday January 19th, 2005 8:33:24 PM
Active Spells: Wood Wose: (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (5/6): Lasts 4 days. Produce Flame: (Lasts 7 minutes 30 seconds, rod used.) Shillelagh: (wand)
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Soften Earth and Stone Rod: 2 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
The satyr sits down on the wall and watches the rescues, healing and cleaning of the courtyard.
Spirit hops out of the hood and dances with a nearby body part.
Loran takes to the air and looks about for lunch, likely a piece of intestine or the like.
Eiras Thursday January 20th, 2005 2:29:00 AM
"It's good to have powerful friends I see," Eiras states.
He finishes taking stock of his gear and inventoring what needs repairs.
Sir Henri Thursday January 20th, 2005 5:27:00 AM
Henri Ready to strike, when Bulkidom went to pieces. The paladin look to himself and mutters "Look like I'll have to take another bath! that's two in one day."
He mutters as he rejoins his friends, "Anybody need a little bit of healing??" He ask.
Ragnalfr Thursday January 20th, 2005 9:44:10 AM
The Grey Elf appraises this latest wizard (Gilan) specutively. That was quite an interesting spell he employed.
The danger apparently over, Ragnalfr takes a long look around the courtyard, replaying the events leading up to his appearance here in his mind. There's not much to go on. He was eating, he was here. That's it. The rest is a mystery.
Ragnalfr hates mysteries.
The wizard approaches the warrior with the chain. He fairly glides across the courtyard, every movement effortless and graceful. His long white hair falls unbraided and untied upon his white robes. His calm amber eyes take the measure of Marek.
"Where am I, what's going on here, and who ARE you people?" Ragnalfr demands, his tenor voice soft but sure.
Marek Isentomb Thursday January 20th, 2005 11:39:35 AM
Marek nods to Gilan as the creature is destroyed and then looks to the others, a solid barritone rings from his throat, "Sound off any injuries? If so grab yourself a cleric"
"Henri, Mykell. Help me get what we can to re block this gate area." Marek will move to pull the larger pieces of the wagons nearby to block in the gate area.
A voice behind him doesn't stop his presesnt actions he merely replies. Level and steady in tone.
"You're in the courtyard to a temple-fort to Bahamut, dragon-god." he hefts a large several hundred pound joist to his shoulder with a grunt and walks it to the gate area.
Coming back he makes eye contact, "Welcome to the war." With thaat he moves past the elf, the gait of a warrior and defeinately the smell of one. Sweat mats his hair and thick beard and with a spit he hefts another Joinst beam.
"We're doing our jobs." as he moves back past the elf to the gate.
"Kashmari, while you're up there, what's the enemy doing? Retreat or regroup?"
Aelanthir (AC 18 HP 35, See invis, Blink) Thursday January 20th, 2005 5:35:37 PM
Aelanthir looks out over the walls at the battlefield seeing what the enemy is doing.
Kashmari Thursday January 20th, 2005 5:49:54 PM
Kashmari tells the dragon to resume it's place in the courtyard. Once that is done she will cease concentrating on keeping it animated.
"They fled some time ago Marek."
Kashmari considered just resting rather than looking for one of the ineffective clerics of the temple. She sits down feeling pain and a little fatigued. She crosses her arms on her knees and rests her forehead on her arms. Kashmari meditates as she waits for the others to get themselves healed etc.
Tyal [HP: 46/60 ; AC: 22] 3d8(2+1+3)+6=12 d8=3 Thursday January 20th, 2005 8:12:03 PM
Tyal pours some healing into himself as the fight ends and he looks around to the others. "Anyone needing healing?" He will make his services available to anyone that needs it.
He silently sends a prayer to Inana and hopes that she is happy with his performance this day.
Hart, Spirit and Loran Thursday January 20th, 2005 10:37:40 PM
Active Spells: Wood Wose: (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (5/6): Lasts 4 days. Produce Flame: (Lasts 7 minutes 24 seconds, rod used.) Shillelagh: (wand)
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Soften Earth and Stone Rod: 2 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
The satyr notices the grey elf wizard trying to get the groups attention and he hops down off the wall. He walks up to Ragnalfr. "You ask who we are, boot you say nothing oof yourself." He crosses his arms and waits for the wizard to answer.
A little green spirit peeks out from behind the druids horned head and waves frantically.
The surly satyr stands, leaning on his staff, owl perched atop staring down on the elf.
Mykell Zweihand Thursday January 20th, 2005 11:42:23 PM
Mykell spins and sheaths his katana and holds onto the sheath as he makes his way to the one blue clad man that was dropped. He kneels by the man and goes about searching him carefully before speaking up to Marek, "Will be right with you Marek."
Satisfied with whatever he finds and puts it up to check later and then moves over to help moves what he can infront of what ever is left of the gate.
Justin Webber (DM) Cleanup Friday January 21st, 2005 12:11:00 AM
The clerics continue there cleanup of the courtyard and a couple low level wizards are even in the courtyard, they use minor spells to help push the debris into small piles that can be removed later.
Gilan, Drake and Baron stand in one corner talking to each other and Baron atleast looks rather upset and maybe abit sad at the moment.
High Priest Bale walks out of the fort now also. He is limping and has a bandage on one arm. Clearly some type of battle was happening inside the fort itself while the outside was being handled. He walks up to you all and nods to you as he looks each member of the group over, "I hope you all faired well. Some demons appeared in the fort that had to be dealt with. Seems my priests need more training before their ready to handle such enemies."
Beowulf also trots over to you on horse back and halts his horse a small distance away, "I heard of your good deeds and defenses of this fort. I'm happy to of made it to aid you in time." Beowulf sports a nasty cut mark across his side which he has a bandage on, "Gimblus has a good fight in him, as does his men. If Melic and the ghosts he leads would not of showedup I think my grave would be out there."
Beowulf looks around and thinks as he dismounts, "The goddess told me to come anyway and also told me of her gift to you and tells me you all have a destiny to make and meet. I was thinking of granting you a fort that I and my people no longer use. It will need some work but it would make a great base for you all. Some place for you to base your operations out of and such and a good fall back point if you need it. I can go over the details of the fort later if you all wish. Either way a good base of operations for you all would be a good idea."
Marek with help is able to move some stuff in the way of the gate entrance. He finds out that the gate itself has been pretty much blown fully off by the Bulkidon.
Ragnalfr might be happy now to get a few answers to his questions from Marek and is also confronted by the no none sense Satyr.
Fern Friday January 21st, 2005 3:10:06 AM
After a moment or two keeping check that no more enemies appear Fern makes her way to the rest of the group. "Is everyone ok?" she asks with an expression of concern on her face.
Sir Henri Friday January 21st, 2005 8:12:36 AM
Thinking that he was going badly in the battle of good and evil, he is stund at hearing that this was a test? But now Beowulf is speaking of giving them a Home Base? A place to call their home, WoW! I never had a home since I left my parents House.
Now the he feel guilty of giving Beowulf that nasty cut in his side.
Eiras Friday January 21st, 2005 9:57:39 AM
Eiras listens to the grey elf from a distance while he chec,ks his equipment.
He laughs at the Satyr's question to the elf.
When Beowulf offers up a fort Eiras raises his eyebrows but otherwise says nothing.
Ragnalfr Friday January 21st, 2005 11:12:37 AM
Ragnalfr looks on, nonplussed, as Marek answers his questions. And only his questions. Now, normally the elf is all for a straight answer to a staight question. But in this particular instance, he was hoping for someone a tad more talkative. As a further concern, "welcome to the war" has a rather unpleasant long term connotation to it.
The approaching satyr is gruff, but at least he started talking without being prompted. Perhaps he may prove more helpful. The white haired wizard also adjusts his approach a bit.
"I am Ragnalfr," he replies pleasantly. "Until very recently, I was enjoying my breakfast. One moment I was cutting my bread, and the next I was here. I heard the voice of the goddess directing me to aid you."
"Now, would you be so kind as to tell me where 'here' is? And why we side with the undead and chromatic dragons would be of considerable interest as well."
Kashmari Friday January 21st, 2005 6:04:23 PM
Kashmari will assist Hindro in going to the priests in the courtyard. She pays little attention to what Beowulf has said. Kashmari looks instead for a cleric or priest to heal Hindro and herself.
Hart, Spirit and Loran Friday January 21st, 2005 7:21:00 PM
Active Spells: Wood Wose: (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (5/6): Lasts 4 days. Produce Flame: (Lasts 7 minutes 24 seconds, rod used.) Shillelagh: (wand)
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Soften Earth and Stone Rod: 2 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
The satyr looks at his grey elf inquisitor and tries to answer some questions, however, some things are still unclear to the satyr druid. "Tees fort ees held by the Heralds of Light, which you and I are a part, willing or not. There are also some priests of a dragon god here, High priest and his annoying daughter. Tere are also great legends here een the fort.
Siding weeth the unnatural beings was nut something I would like, but they served their masters quite well. There are demons oon our side too."
The satyr waits for the few things to sink into the elf's head, then he asks, "Why do you give your name so freely to a stranger? Your name ees the only thing you have that ees your own, why give eet up so that a mere stranger has eet's power over you?" This seems to be a question the druid has rehearsed. It might prove difficult to actually get the satyr's name from him.
Spirit, green translucent being of about a foot tall, looks up at the wizard and crawls under his robes.
Loran, the owl, peers down from atop the druids long black staff and seems to be sizing up the elf. His head tilts almost upside-down.
Aelanthir d20+10=27 Friday January 21st, 2005 7:33:44 PM
Aelanthir moves over to the body of the fallen blue dressed assasin then begins to examine the assasin. Aelanthir will remove any covering from the assasins face and cast detect magic on the body and his gear. (search 27)
Mykell Zweihand Friday January 21st, 2005 8:02:22 PM
Seeing Aelanthir move over to the assassin also Mykell nods to the man and motions to the few items he picked off the blue clad man, "This is all I found, I'm hoping that there might be something here of more interest to me considering."
Mykell looks at the man's face when Aelanthir uncovers it and nods, "Yep, one of the Hellfire assassins."
Tyal Friday January 21st, 2005 8:35:24 PM
Tyal looks around and shakes his head as noone asks for healing. He decides to listen to all that is being said around him but not comment.
Only after the mention of a home base does he speak. "Sounds good...but is it a safe place and will we have to clean it out?" He once again sounds a little happy about the prospect of battle.
Hart, Spirit and Loran Saturday January 22nd, 2005 12:39:59 AM
Hart's extraordinary ears hear that they might have a fort coming to them.
He turns his head and yells to the others, "I do nut want a stone home. I wish to end the Darkness and leave for my forest."
He turns back to the wizard. "Tey are olways wanting something for tere service. Greed." This seems to annoy the satyr, but he's getting used to it.
Justin Webber (DM) Talking and cleaning 4d8(2+1+7+1)+15=26 Saturday January 22nd, 2005 12:50:29 AM
The priests go about healing and taking care of the wounded and dead still. High Priest Bale himself comes over to Kashmari and Hindro and he lays a gentle hand on both Kashmari's and Hindro's shoulder as he whispers a small comment and healing energy flows through both. (Healed:26 hit points)
Mykell finds a ninja-to on the assassin and a few small throwing knives. Other then this there is a ring with the assassin's crest on it and thats it. When the assassin's hood is removed it is revealed that the man's face is badly burned, it looks dreadfully like it's self inflicted. The burns have removes the man's eyebrows and any facial hair the man might of had, the burn scars make it hard to tell if the man smiled or anything in his entire life.
Beowulf chuckles at a few comments made and looks to each person who actually speaks up, "Well since the fort has not been used in many years it probably isn't in the best of shape and something might of moved into it by now. So moreless the place would have to be looked over and cleared of any unwanted guests. After that some money would have to be expended to get the place up into shape I am sure."
The thundering of feet can be heard coming towards the gate at this instant and slowly a band of about fourty dwarves march through the gate. The lead dwarf of the group looks around (Int DC22 to remember these to be the dwarves who were exiled from the dwarven home before and taken in by Melic). When the dwarf leader's eyes land on the party he marches over and Melic grins as he moves over also and stands beside the dwarf.
The dwarf sizes up the group and speaks in a gruff and gravel sounding tone, "Melic told us that Beowulf planned to give you all a fort to fix up and call home. Since we have no home anymore do to being exiled we would like to offer our help in fixing the place up after it is cleared or what not. We can do it for alittle less pay of course for the ability to stay there and my men are rock steady guards or defenders."
Melic nods and smiles as he looks to the group, "I brought them mainly to aid you all with your home base. You will have to have someone to help defend it while you all our away and considering the price to fix things and such free guards in exchange for a home I thought would be more then worth it."
Beowulf nods and smiles, "I can draw up the plans as well as possible and have them to you later of the fort and all. Of course the plans will be of the fort before anything could of taken it or changed it in anyway, let alone how time might of changed it."
A young priest moves over to Fern and asks her as ther priests continue to move about the courtyard, "Are you okay lady?"
(Aelanthir also finds that the ring, ninja-to and throwing knives radiate magic.)
Hart, Spirit and Loran Saturday January 22nd, 2005 4:01:42 AM
Active Spells: Wood Wose: (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (5/6): Lasts 4 days. Produce Flame: (Lasts 7 minutes, rod used.) Shillelagh: (wand)
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Soften Earth and Stone Rod: 2 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
The druid hates the fact that the group is being handed a fort. However, the druid remembers the oath he gave to the group and if they want the fort, thats fine.
"Eef the fort has a garden or a courtyard like thees one, I would not mind tending eets plants." The satyr lets out ar rare snicker and smile. "As for cleaning the oonwanted beasts, I might enjoy a smaller skirmish."
Sir Henri d20+1=20 Saturday January 22nd, 2005 9:36:56 AM
Sir Henri listen to his friends, To have a safe place to sleep peacefully or worry if you'll be attack in your sleep.
Henri speaks up "Well! My Friends< at least I'll have a place to burry my bones when I die." But He'll welcome the help of the Dwarves.
OOC Failed to remember the dwaves.
Ragnalfr Saturday January 22nd, 2005 10:33:23 AM
Ragnalfr instinctively takes a step sideways in order to get the foot tall blue whatever out from under him.
To the saytr he responds, "Names are but labels, and I've had many. And, your name gives you power over others, not vice versa. Does not the enemy tremble at the mere mention of Beowulf?"
"As for a fort," the elf pauses. He looks over the company he's been suddenly thrust upon, before finishing distractedly. "I'm hardly in a position to say."
Ragnalfr muses about names and forts and the twists of fate for a few moments before snapping back to the present. Smiling at the coming joke, he inquires, "Perhaps, good satyr, you can direct me to the leader of your band so that I might give him or her power over my name as well. And perhaps even discuss how I might go about fulfilling my charge to aid you."
Marek Isentomb Saturday January 22nd, 2005 12:05:44 PM
Marek straightens and snaps a salute upon Beowulfs entrance. "Aye, a base of Operations would be most welcome. You are very generous m'lord, repairs or not."
With the offer of the dwarves, Marek nods in agreement. "Excellent to have you with us master dwarf." he then turns back to Beowulf, "M'lord if you could have the layout drawn up and an overlay of the land she sits upon, we will prepare to move out as soon as things are secured here."
Marek walks over to Mykell, "I believe you owe an explanation my friend. Our list of enemies and what we must guard ourselves and the new base against has just grown. What do you know of them?"
I'll perhaps let Kashmari deal with the wizard, but that is later
Kashmari Saturday January 22nd, 2005 8:22:02 PM
"Thank you High Priest Bale. The healing is most appreciated."
Kashmari approaches the others.
"Tyal, I hope you aren't feeling upset by the obvious lack of requests for healing. It seems to me that your gifts of healing will not be taxed until we leave the temple," she grins just slightly as she speaks to Tyal.
The half-elven woman finally gets a chance to see who the Elven new-comer is. She overhears the 'leader' comment Ragnalfr makes to Hart.
With the proper Elven courtesies to Ragnalfr she introduces herself as Kashmari Willowholm; she does not mention her profession however. She has not heard Ragnalfr's name yet. Her family crest is visible on her new traveling leathers; the cut of the clothing also indicates that she belongs to an Elven Noble House.
"Forgive me for not knowing your name Master Wizard. We do not have a formal leader per say. There are certainly many among us who are more than up to the task in battle, but for formal parlays we all take part," Kashmari tells Ragnalfr, "rather than leaving it to one representative."
She subtly looks for any indications of affliations to any Elven House on Ragnalfr's robes as she addresses him.
"The Heralds and their Mistress certainly pick odd times to summon "new recruits" to their cause. Did "the goddess" not tell you anything before disrupting your life?"
Kashmari will presume that Ragnalfr has heard of the Shadowborder, and something or other of the demon invasions. If he shows any evidence of lack of that knowledge, someone will mention it surely; or she might take the time to do so - especially if asked directly.
((Here is Kashmari's description so Ragnalfr has a visual of who just introduced herself: Kashmari has long wavy blonde hair, which she keeps worn loose. She has brown eyes, like the color of dark amber. She is clearly Half-Elven and does not look one wit like her brother (whom Ragnalfr hasn't met yet as far as I know). Kashmari moves with typical Elven grace and has an athletic, but very feminine body shape. In the middle of her forehead; right where a mystical third eye might be found, is a small crystal with one wide flat facet edged by many small ones (looks like amethyst). The crystal is directly adhered to her skin. Kashmari wears no apparent armor. She is wearing practical traveling clothing (leather). Kashmari's clothing and equipment are all of the finest make. Her speech is melodic with an Elven accent.))
Hart (Jay B) Sunday January 23rd, 2005 5:17:57 AM
OOC: Man, I don't know what happened, but I posted at about 5pm and now my post is gone! Doh!
Hart, Spirit and Loran Sunday January 23rd, 2005 5:24:34 AM
The satyr looks at the wizard and points out to him the 'leaders' of the group. He points to Mykell, Marek, Kashmari and Aelanthir. "The steel clad fellows and the brother and sister their have the loudest voices een the group." Its clear to the wizard that the satyr is unsure of who the leader might be. "Where they go, I follow. My oath holds me to them... I might not be here otherwise."
Hart, Spirit and Loran Sunday January 23rd, 2005 5:31:12 AM
Pointing the little Spirit scurrying around the wizard, the satyr smiles, "Thats just Spirit. I swore that I woold free him and his kind from the Shadow Boundary. That woos his home before the Darkness."
Aelanthir Sunday January 23rd, 2005 6:26:18 AM
Aelanthir nods to Mykell then asks "so we have them as an enemy now?"
Aelanthir then moves over near Beowulf and the Dwarven leader then says to both of them "Thank you for the offer of a home base, repairing and manning it. I would think that the dwarven craftsmen would be able to repair the fort so that it would be fully functional while maintaining the ruined look that it has? I ask this as if it was to be repaired and look like it is in use then the enemy would swoop down on it as my eagle-owl Kuari does a rabbit. I think an unseen weapon is the most dangerous one and it would be a great weapon for us if it remains unseen." After a couple of moments Aelanthir looks to Beowulf then asks "Beowulf do you have a quick way of getting a message to the elven rangers that are patrolling the shadow border? If you can plase send them the message that I would like to speak with their leader about some ideas that I have that may benefit all of us."
After the Dwarven leader and Beowulf answer his questions Aelanthir will go up to the room he was last using and get cleaned up.
Aelanthir looks over at Kashmari then nods to her if she sees him looking that way.
Eiras Sunday January 23rd, 2005 5:10:00 PM
{Forgot to mention that Eiras will pay for training - and is the market still around since the place was surrounded? - Eiras would like to purchase some more equipment.}
Eiras continues to note the exchanges between everyone.
Aelanthir Sunday January 23rd, 2005 6:31:33 PM
Aelanthir claims the Ghost touch armor and the improved shadow armor.
Mykell Zweihand d20+10=11 Sunday January 23rd, 2005 9:00:28 PM
Mykell looks down at the dead ninja and sighs deeply as he now places his sheathed katana against the wall and moves a about half a staff lengthed, wood flute in his homelands style around and softly plays (perform:11 *nat 1*), the tune is very off, maybe do to his thoughts at the moment. The tune is a burial song of his homeland and one played to help guide those to the after life.
After playing Mykell looks to the group and takes a deep breath before speaking, "Back in my homeland my father is a noble an a gifted man when it comes to nature. I heard him say many times that he could hear the voice of the land, it telling him and guiding him on his path to help protect our lord and also protect th land we love. He is also a defender for our lord. The government at the moment there is a just one because our current lord is a good man. However certain advisors and defenders seek power to help themselves." Mykell spins the flute once and cotninues, "My father was training me in the art of the katana and my skill was feared among the ones seeking power because it came too natural and mostly because I wanted only a just government like my father and that would not be swayed. To correct this they started pressuring my father and in a short time and also with no way of stopping it I was arragned to marry a lady who was known to kill her husbands. She is also the head of the Hellfires of which tere are three groups, the Blue Hellfires, the Black Hellfires and the Red Hellfires. The Blue are moreless trained ninja of capable fighting abilities. The Black are a mixture of assassins and magic users and the Red there is little know of. It is said that no one has ever lived through a attack of the Red's to know their fighting capablities or what they consist of."
Mykell shrugs now and looks to the group, "I left my home in self exile to perfect my skills and come back to do what my father could not as a citizen of our homeland. When my skill is good enough I will root out the ones causing the rot and disease of my homeland and eliminate it. I took up the life of a mercenary once I left to perfect my sword skill since here many people pay for a skilled person to deal with their problems. I also took on the last name Zweihand instead of my true name Tekimura."
Mykell looks over at Kashmari to see her reaction to what he has just said. He also watches the group for any judgement made by them, "I consider you all friends and would watch any of your backs and protect with my life. However I know I have added extra danger to this group."
Mykell walks over to the Satyr and speaks to him, "I wish to ask a favor of you friend. He was a enemy but one of from my homeland. I would like to burn and send the ninja back to the earth in hopes that he can find peace with it in his after life. I do not have the gift of knowing the land like my father or the rights but maybe you can help." Mykell stares at Hart for a long moment, clearly this is something of great meaning to Mykell.
Tyal Monday January 24th, 2005 1:29:43 PM
Tyal looks to Kashmari and cuts a bow to her. "No offense taken from anyone...I will make my healing available at anytime." He mouths a prayer to Inana before he says more. "To do less would offend Inana and bring an end to my spell use altogether." He looks to the dwarves and just nods as others comment to them. He is less interested in fixing up the fort at this time but in getting paid for the services that he rinders.
Looking around he smiles and then lays a gentle hand upon the satyr's shoulder. "So when do we leave...I know that our friend here is anxious to be gone from this place and I myself would prefer the roof of trees or the open sky as well." It appears that he has forgotten about all of Hart's comments from earlier.
Hart, Spirit and Loran Monday January 24th, 2005 6:05:13 PM
Active Spells: Wood Wose: (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (5/6): Lasts 4 days. Produce Flame: (Lasts 7 minutes, rod used.) Shillelagh: (wand)
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Soften Earth and Stone Rod: 2 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
Hart looks at Mykell for a long while, then nods. "Of course, what sort of pyre would you like and where would you like it?" He askes softly. "Gather your kinsman."
Spirit walks over to Mykell and pats his foot sadly.
Loran falls asleep.
Sir Henri Monday January 24th, 2005 6:07:43 PM
"Yes! I'm travel with you Tyal, I'm ready for the open road and the smell of grass under my feet." replies Henri as he picks up his back pack and saddle bags.
The paladin will not call his horse, right now he want to walk and sleep under the stars (if he has to) "I wonder how far the Fort is?"
Kashmari Monday January 24th, 2005 6:35:22 PM
Kashmari wrinkles her nose at the sour notes issuing from Mykell's flute. It is clearly some of the worst music she has heard in quite some time. Finally blessed silence ensues, and Mykell starts to recount some of his personal history.
She takes special note of the fact that he claims to be of a noble house. That makes perfect sense to her considering the way Mykell dressed the other evening. She can understand the duty to serve a higher ranking Lord as well, but she wonders how long he will remain here when clear family duty seems to be more important to Mykell than anything here?
Mykell's confessed skill with weapons doesn't surprise Kashmari, yet she didn't really register any fear or hesitancy among the assassins. She wonders just how powerful Mykell's adversary really is to strike such fear into her own minions, that they didn't even hesitate to face Mykell, or anyone else for that matter? The fact that he is still being hunted inspite of his self-imposed exile is also no surprise because he says himself that he will return to his homeland and family when he has attained sufficient skill. Thus he is still a threat to the enemies of his family.
Kashmari's expression darkens some at the mention of a pending arranged marriage. First of all she doesn't care for such traditions. She could have had to accept such a thing herself if she hadn't been a half-elf. The pending arranged marriage also means (in her view) that Mykell is already spoken for. What role is she meant to have? So Kashmari will have to rethink how she will proceed in relation to Mykell's interest in herself.
She is certainly intrigued that the lady he is 'bethrothed' to wants him dead. That she is powerful enough to lead a band of clearly powerful assassins. Does Kashmari really want to become deeper involved in such things?
However by far the worst piece of information Mykell gives is that he will without a doubt return to his homeland in time, to set things right. Will that be a permanent thing, or will her return here? Kashmari perfers her mercenary life to the life she had in her village, but she is not at all certain she would wish to accompany Mykell to his homeland; especially if he intends to remain there permanently. More things to consider carefully. What does Mykell expect of her?
The fact that Mykell changed his family name and is sorry for adding more enemies to their list doesn't phase her. The strong family ties and plans for future events concern her far more.
Kashmari nods to her brother as he leaves to his room. She hesitates to do the same. Kashmari nods in reply to Tyal's words about healing, but her gaze doesn't waver from Mykell. Her expression isn't easy to read right now, but it is clearly that she is definately seriously considering a few things. Which things is not easy to deduce.
Without a word she gives Mykell a look that indicates that she is not sure how to react to him; maybe she even looks a little reserved and curious. Mykell might even get a slight feeling that he has things to explain.
Kashmari turns and retreats to her rooms to consider these new bits of information, and to try and rest. Most likely she will consider how to deal with Ledan in the future as well.
Marek Isentomb Monday January 24th, 2005 7:30:26 PM
Marek chews on his lip a bit as Mykell speaks apparently not ready for a grand history lesson. His hand slides up to his mouth and chin when the story turns to the assassins themselves and the basic fact that there will be more of them and possibly on an escalating scale of power. "Damned assassins." he mumbles. "and teleporters to boot, walls are about useless."
Taking a rather put on smile he walks past Mykell and gives him a clap to the shoulder, "Well that is just frickin dandy, absolutely perfect."
Stopping a short few strides away he turns back and address's the whole group. "Anyone else have any pleasant stories to share? We are kind of in this all together so enemies bound and determined to exterminate someone really need to be shared with the whole class BEFORE they pop in for tea."
Justin Webber (DM) Burials and more Monday January 24th, 2005 8:31:22 PM
Mykell tells his story to everyone and gets varied responses from members.
The bodies of the dead are pretty well gathered now and the priests have done a good job seeing to the injured and dead.
Beowulf nods to the group and speaks, "Then I will meet you all in the feast hall later to go over the plans for the fort and such."
Melic nods as comments are made and chuckles as Aelanthir speaks up about the boundary guards, "Good sir, that was us you ran into." Melic grins as he looks to Aelanthir, "My men will of course give aid in anyway we are able. Of course I hope you don't expect to much as my men are tired right now from the battle and long march."
One of Melic's group of ghost's flips back her long blonde hair and looks to Aelanthir now with more then a hint of interest. Her green eyes have a look of keenness to them and her bow look masterfully made where it rests on her back. After sizing Aelanthir up she walks over to him and speaks to him in a soft but strong voice, "Hmmm, been a long time since I seen someone of noble looks. Buy me a drink maybe good sir?" The elven lady grins at Aelanthir.
Tyal also is approached by someone but his being a sturdy looking male dwarf who has been looking over any sign of Tyal's god that might be in the open on Tyal, "Aye there stranger. A sturdy looking fella like yerself wouldn't by chances have a stiff drink about would ye?"
A suprise visitor is also seen walking towards the ruined gate of the city. The man is very big and wears a kimono type outfit on. He bears no weapon but he does look to weight about 400+ pounds. The man carries a human sized in tall and ale barrel in radius bag over one shoulder and doesn't look to be breaking a sweat either. As the large man reaches the ruined gate he calls out, "Ummm, I heard the merchants were here that travel. I was hoping to buy some suplies before continueing my journey to find a place to call home."
The man looks at the dead bodies which is stacked to one side and frowns as he moves slowly into the fort, "I see you have had some problems, may I be of some help, maybe carrying these fellows to where they will be buried or something?"
A group of children are playing near the ruined gate also which have been played little attention since there looks to be no threat. Something now comes to everyones attention as a large piece of the gate that was hanging some what loose began to creak and then there is a loud snap before if begins plummeting to the ground where it would flatten the children who were playing but now shrieking in terror.
The very large man flings his bag to the side and rushes foreward with more speed then you would imagine but still not fast. He gets himself under the large piece of gate which must weight 300 or more pounds. As it gets which in striking distance the man ducks slightly and then thrusts his hand palm fist into the large chunk of gate, yelling as he does, "Arrrr koooon!!" When his beefy hand slams into the large piece of gate the piece flys back and out of the gate entrance area, breaking in two as it hits the ground. The large man stands to his full height once again, his feet buried into the ground slightly and would of made him a inmoveable object if someone would of tried to shove him. He smiles as he looks to the children, "You little ones should be more careful."
The group of children look at the large man with wide eyes and a couple gasp as they seem to be in shock at what the man did.
Ragnalfr Monday January 24th, 2005 9:58:00 PM
Ragnalfr briefly bows his head to Kashmari in derential greeting of non-noble to noble born. Upon closer examination, she can see the wizard is a Grey Elf, somewhat taller than the more common High Elf. His white robes are unadorned, but there aren't but two forest cities he's likely to hail from. He wears a rapier and longbow, common implements of the more remote of the forest cities, ruled by the House Carallon.
"I am Ragnalfr, Lady Willowholm", he introduces himself. "I was given no instructions other than to aid you. I presume I'll receive some sign when my aid is no longer required."
The wizard turns at the approach of the enormous human. The collapse of the gate causes him to start a spell, but he quickly ends the incantation as the large man proves capable of handling himself.
The elf turns back to Kashmari, hands folded in front of him in quiet calm. He really hasn't moved from the spot he occupied during the combat.
"You've an ecletic range of companions," he remarks, before falling silent to contemplate his next question. "Can you direct me to the feasting hall? I may as well go there and await the meeting about this keep we will soon occupy."
Hart, Spirit and Loran Tuesday January 25th, 2005 4:30:08 AM
Active Spells: Wood Wose: (cast in the morning, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (5/6): Lasts 4 days. Produce Flame: (Lasts 7 minutes, rod used.) Shillelagh: (wand)
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Guidance, Detect Magic, Create Water x2, Fire Eyes First Level: Longstrider, Produce Flame, Entangle Second Level: Fog Cloud, Soften Earth and Stone Rod: 2 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
The Trio goes about helping Mykell with his request. They finish and meet back with the group to discuss the Keep. The satyr repeats his request. "As long as tere ees a garden or courtyard, I will be okay with the fort." He eats and sits, playing his pipes. His performance is a little better than Mykell's earlier attempt. The satyr, while not willing to admit it outloud, misses the gnome called Namfoodle. The tune from his pipes resembles one of the many tunes the gnome played on his lute, with a satyr's touch added of course.
Aelanthir Tuesday January 25th, 2005 4:58:58 AM
Aelanthir looks to Melic then says "I would want to have you and your men fully rested after this fight as I think we will all need our strength in the near future. Let us retire and then continue with Beowulf and the others."
As Aelanthir starts to leave to get cleaned up he bows to the Elven archer replying with a smile "If you would allow me to make myself presentable I would enjoy buying you a drink my lady."
Once Aelanthir is finished cleaning up he will go to the feast hall and meet with the others carrying a small chest (12"x24"x10"). Aelanthir is dressed in a deep red silk shirt with a dyed black vest. His vest is tight fitting soft leather with his family crest embossed on the right shoulder. The crest is a crystalline structure surrounded by two flaming daggers and an owl. Aelanthir is wearing soft leather pants that are dyed deep black and matching knee high soft leather boots.
Aelanthir looks around the room nodding to Mykell and Kashmari, then heads over to Ragnalfr. Aelanthir sets his chest down and introduces himself to Ragnalfr "Nice to meet you finally. I am Aelanthir Willowholm of House Willowholm in Larista. Elder brother of Kashmari Willowholm. Now that the formal stuff is over please don't call me lord or sir to my companions I am Aelanthir." Aelanthir then offers his hand in friendship. Afterwards Aelanthir smiles and says "please excuse me I need to deliver something to someone."
Aelanthir then picks up the small chest again then moves over the elven archer coming up behind her then says softly "I have that drink you asked for." Aelanthir then opens the small chest and shows her a bottle of elven wine and two glasses while saying "shall we have that drink." Aelanthir will offer her his arm and show her to a table so that they can sit and enjoy the wine while listening to what the others have to say.
Sir Henri Tuesday January 25th, 2005 7:15:40 AM
The Paladin is a little sad at the news that they are not to leave right away. He talls Tyal " I guess we'll have to wask up and wait for the others... Look! that big man coming this way!"
The gate brakes abd the big man saves the children. Hank will run to the big man, "That was very brave of you, the children will be greatful once they calm down. Let me introduce my self, I'm called Sir Henri of Hardell, serving Palor. And whom are we addressing Sir??"
Mykell Zweihand d20+10=16 d20+10=11 d20+8=16 Tuesday January 25th, 2005 10:30:34 AM
Mykell hears Marek's comments and only shakes his head, "I didn't think they would find me so that was my mistake." Mykell looks around at everyone and cetches the look on Kashmari's face mainly and sighs to himself knowing many things will need to be explained later after he deals with the sending of the man from his homeland. (Spot:16)
Mykell leaves the city with the dead ninja, along with Hart and whoever else might of wished to join him. Ouside of the city he does his best to descibe the pile of wood that people from his land is burned on and then helps Hart with making the funeral pyre.
Mykell looks to the ninja and uses Mykell's own katana he waves the blade over the burning torch that he holds in a quick but fluid motion, back and forth, "My father nor a member of the burial people are here to send you but I brought someone who does have the gift and knowledge of the earth. I'm sure him being here to watch and having helped will help ease your spirit to the earth where it can be craddled once more."
Mykell bows his head as he weaves his katana over the burning torch yet and now speaks something that Hart may not understand considering, "One who lives by the blade, One who dies by the blade, the blade is pure and wish only to serve their master. May your soul find rest in the other world an your blade finally know rest as it too had done it's best....I a man who shares the spirit of the blade send you to eternal rest that you deserve." Mykell now touches the burning torch to the wood and stands back as the wood burns and soon the body and wood is engulfed in flame.
Mykell sheathes his katana now and looks to Hart, bowing low to him out of respect, "Thank you my friend. My ways may be very different from yours but I believe you being here will help guide his spirit to the earth." Once Mykell stands he smiles, "When I return home there will be alot of these funeral pyres. Maybe one of my own considering mt enemy is great. Only the spirits and gods know."
Mykell returns to the fort with Hart, having missed the large man's sabing of the kids but probably does here the comments made of what happened.
Mykell makes his way to his room, washing and dressing in his nobleman's outfit before walking back to the feast hall, his flute the only thing he carries except his trusty katana. Once in the feast hall he moves over to join Kashmari and sits down across from here, "I was hoping that they wouldn't find me and endanger the group." Mykell softly plays his flute after his comment, the tune alot better then before but still just abit off. (perform flute:16)
After playing for abit he lowers the flute and looks to Kashmari, "I would guess we need to talk about my history now. Must be questions you like to know." Mykell watches her and rolls the long, wood flute in his hands.
NPC's Tuesday January 25th, 2005 11:08:58 AM
(OOC:Just a comment, this is not a DM post. Just making movements for the NPC's as to increase the role play in the game.)
The large man grins at Henri and nods as he holds out a large, frying pan sized hand, "My name is Shogi." He looks around after Henri shakes his hand and picks up his man sized bag and looks around, "I come from a different land as you could guess. I'm a wanderer hoping to find a new place and spread the teaching I have learned." Shogi looks back at the children and grins widely, "I know guys, how about some food huh?" Henri if he follows or anyone else who follows is amazed at the amount of food this large man can pack in. He eats mainly rice and fish but the amounts are amazing.
Later on Shogi is found out in the courtyard area. He has bought some items he needs and otherwise has been able to set up some of the very large wood beams that made the gate but not useable in use for repair and has them buried in the ground a ways to make them sturdy. For awhile he is out there slamming the palms of his hands into a single one, making the large chunk of wood wobble with each blow.
Towards the end Shogi has moved back alittle ways and is squatted down just like when he saved the kids and calls out loudly, "Arrrr koooon!" as he charges the large peice of wood. As the man collides with the chunk of wood it splinters and snaps in two from the tremendous force the man generates when he hits it. (OOC:The man has buried over a foot and a half of the wood into the ground and left about 5ft sticking up. The wood of the gate was also actuall logs also to help people make sense of the power this man can generate behind his blows.)
The man dusts himself off and laughs as he looks at his handy work, "Ahh, the master's would be proud."
------------------------------------------------ The elven archer lady grins and nods to Aelanthir, "By all means good sir, I will cladly wait for you in the feast hall."
Once Aelanthir gets to the feast hall he finds the elven archer lady is sitting at a table waiting for him. She also has changed and wears a beautiful forest green dress of elven make and she smiles when he comes to her table, "I hope you like the dress, it is hand made. One of the few talents I have." She stands and slowly turns in place for Aelanthir to see the dress better. It deffeintly fits well and compliments her curves nicely along with the front is cut low but alittle not showy like cut. She gives Aelanthir and smiles and loops her arm in his as she speaks again gently, "I forgot to give you my name, it's Karista Ravencraft." Karista's green eyes watch Aelanthir closely but not searchingly as much as clearly just enjoying herself.
------------------------------------------------ The dwarf who spoke to Tyal earlier is also in the feast hall. He seems to be enjoying himself as he belts back some drinks and talks to his fellow dwarves. If Tyal hasn't joined the party of dwarves then the dwarf waves him over to join them.
------------------------------------------------ A last suprise or maybe not suprise to the party is a light slowly shimmers in the room and then standing there is a beautiful lady. Her beauty captivating to any race currently in the feast hall but she only smiles and makes her way to Ragnalfr and sits across from him at where ever he sits. She smiles charmingly to him but Ragnalfr can feel immense power radiating from her and also feels some sort of connection to her also. She smiles and brushes her silvery hair back before speaking to him, "I'm glad you made it to help these people. As you probably felt, you have a new gift...a special power granted to you by something morep owerful then you can imagine." The lady gives Ragnalfr time to think over what she has said before contineing, "I'm sorry for interupting your meal previously but these people needed your help and you like them have been deemed worthy of being a Herald of Light and granted a gift by me. You probably wish to know who I am now also so I will tell you that I am the creator goddess. I created all that you see, the life on this world, the plants, the stars, the other gods and goddess. An yes, I have the power to stop the darkness creaping on to this world but I have a rule for myself. As I told your friends, this is not a time for gods...it is a time for you and all other life of this world. I do not seek to resurrect old gods or even to really destory them. I seek only a balance, a chance to even everything for all of the life in this world."
The goddess stands and motions around the room while looking at Ragnalfr, "I know you do not understand why you were sent here so that is the exlanation....the main thing I can tell you is this. That man Giblus who leads the Seekers of Darkness wish to resurrect Tiamat, the goddess of evil dragons and evil itself and this temple wishes to resurrect Bahamut, god of good dragons and good itself. If one succeeds and the other doesn't then either good or evil will rule on this land. If both are resurrected then the battle that will happen will turn this planet to ash."
The goddess now floats into the air as she looks to the group as a whole, "I leave a word with all of you. My Heralds, my sweet Heralds. This battle is only a test I can tell you now. During the battle I sensed something far more deadly then the gods you and I seek to stop. Gimblus has a greater demon within himself. This demon is gaining power and one days Gimblus will seize to be Gimblus and become the demon. The demon is the highest ranking demon and ruler of the 9th pit. One he gains enough power he will rip the fragile veil between your world and his and darkness and demons will flow out in hordes that you could only dream of in your darkest nightmares."
The goddesa smiles as she floats and whispers but the whisper sounds in each of the group members minds, "He forgets something, something more powerful then any one or any million demons can with stand. The power of all you people, of your spirit, you will to survive. In the face of overwhleming danger, that is where you...human...elf...all humanoids....find your greatest power. Even us gods and goddess see this power within all of you, we aid you because we see that power and without your beieving, without your worshipping and everything we are really nothing but watchers through a window."
The goddess fades out now after giving you her message.
(OOC:Everyone can make more then one post at this time as I want to give time for some role play, people to get to know each other better, etc. Also I'm more then willing to get any ooc comments on what you think of the game so far as it is always nice to know if there is something you do not undertstand, etc.)
Sir Henri Tuesday January 25th, 2005 1:28:14 PM
Watches this man work at the repairs of the gate, he has never seen any thing like this before. After the fat man shakes hands with The paladin, and tell him his name "Shogi". This remind him of another friend, oh! so long ago.
"Shogi my new friend, I would like this teaching of yours that come from a different place. So Can I follow you or maybe you can come with us to a Fort we just aquired. To teach us your ways?"
Kashmari Tuesday January 25th, 2005 4:54:31 PM
Kashmari will join Mykell and Hart for the funeral, but be a few minutes behind them so she will miss the building of the pyre. Not that she really cares whether or not the assassin gets the proper rites; it would have been different if she had known the dead man. As Mykell and Hart perform the funerary rites Kashmari stands off to the side observing the foreign ritual. She observes with absolute detachment, taking note of the cultural elements and the small details. She wonders what words would be spoken for someone who doesn't follow a warriors' ways.
Kashmari goes to her room as soon as she returns to the fort, and gets cleaned up for the feast. She takes a good long soak in a hot bath. This is the best place to think things over. Kashmari relaxes as she washes her hair and scrubs the filth of battle and death from her skin. She half drowses as the water grows cooler.
Kashmari gets up from the bath and dries off, she dries and combs her long blonde hair out before braiding and twisting some of her hair into one of the traditional coiffures common in Larista.
Kashmari puts on her finest gown which is made with expensive heavy silk, sewn into the silk in geometric designs are very tiny golden-white pearls. The gown is the same style as the other gowns that Kashmari has (cote hardie); and off the shoulder. The gown's colour is a light autumn-gold. The sleeves are full and long with lavish gem-studded (tiny gems) embroidery on all of the hems. The colours of the gems are very close in colour to the silk, the embroidery thread is dyed silk in accentuating colours.
Kashmari wears a gold filigree necklace with citrin gems; in clusters making a star like pattern. There are also two gold hair combs and gold and citrin ear-rings. An ornamental girdle (belt that rests on the hips) is included; it is also gold with citrin gems. Matching silk slippers made from the same silk are also included. She carries the fan she got from Mykell on a lanyard around her wrist. Tonight she has chosen to dress to fit her station.
She arrives at the feasthall fairly early; seemingly before Mykell does. She will sip at a glass of white wine as she converses with any of the priests or visitors seated near her.
Then Mykell arrives and sits acrossed from her? Kashmari wonders at this choice. "I was hoping that they wouldn't find me and endanger the group," he tells her, then begins to play his flute again. Kashmari takes a long sip of her wine as she hopes that the music will be better than earlier. It sounds better at any rate.
"You underestimated your enemies. They found you, and we will deal with it," Kashmari replies quietly. She glances at the finger food laid out on the table and finds something to nibble on. "I will not ask you about your past if it bothers you, but there are certainly a few things I wonder about," she comments after dabbing a crumb from her lips.
The goddess begins her speech to Ragnalfr at this point. Kashmari listens and memorizes the information about Gimblus for later consideration. Then comes the tripe about not interfering in the world and keeping balance. Kashmari almost wants to yawn in protest, but she cares far too much for etiquette to make such a rude display.
"It seems that it is time for Ragnalfr to get the 'Speech'," kashmari whispers very quietly to Mykell. She grins wryly and whispers, "it seems she thinks we need some form of encouragement."
Once the goddess has left Kashmari resume her conversation with Mykell. "There are many things about your culture that intrigue me. I don't believe that here is the place to ask questions, because it will take time to answer." Kashmari smiles demurely, "perhaps we will have a late night tonight? You might have much to tell me about?"
Marek Isentomb Tuesday January 25th, 2005 5:07:48 PM
Marek moves to congratulate the new comer in his timely arrival and then promplty scolds teh children for even being in the courtyard so soon after a battle, let alone playing in an unsecured location. Shogi's kinder words and manner obiviously temper him slightly as he begins into the children.
Marek will assist Shiogi with the reassembling of the gate as he can lift over 300 pounds as well, though it is obvious with not as much ease as the larger man.
After a good long day of hard work, Marek is looking forward to a big meal, some drink and quiet relaxation. Moving to the nearest water trough, he drops his cloak to the side and then the fighter sticks his head in for a minute or two and then roughly pulls it free, a cascade of water running down his long hair and slicking his thick beard. Wiping away the excess with a gloved hand, he strides for the feast hall, scooping up hos cloak from the ground to run over his armor and dry himself before refastening it.
Inside, he finds a good place near the most meat or from where more food may be brought. Scooping a few huge portions onto his plate, he begins...silverware obviously an option in his opinion.
Marek will only drink water but will drink alot of it. There is a journey ahead and hangovers do not a pleasant trek make. A lesson learned in the barracks long ago.
The goddess, more cheerful news Looks like Kashmari is going to be busy, so who to talk to the elf. Well with luck he won't come this way, but we are going to need some plans.
With that thought Marek shouts for Tyal and moves to join him. Brining a mug and his plate. Marek will essentially jam himself into a spot across from the cleric. "Tyal, we should discuss our immediate plans of the fort and the dwarves are right here I figured this is as good a time as any. It'd be nice to have Mykell and Henri, but they seem a bit busy."
Sir Henri Tuesday January 25th, 2005 6:00:24 PM
The paladin Invites Shori to eat with the rest of the party. "Come and have a little bit of food with us. I want you to meet the rest of my friends. You see the one dunking his head in the water over there, Well that's Marke. Let's wash up and then we'll go tinto the dinning hall."
The paladin will wash up, even washes behind his ears. "Now we are ready to meet all our friends." The two will enter the frount door, then enter the dinning hall, "My dear Friends! I have here a new friend, This is Shogi!" Henri tell all who's there.
Tyal Tuesday January 25th, 2005 11:38:22 PM
Tyal takes the time to clean up while he can, though he is a little sorry to not be leaving right away. When all is said and done he is back in the dining area still in his rose styled armor.
He glances to the dwarves and then moves over that way as he is motioned. He will most likely pick up Marek as he moves since he wants to talk. "Yes...it would seem that plans will need to be made." He takes a seat and then a mug of ale, downing part of it right off. "Still we will need to see it before we can make some decisions." He glances up to have a look as Henri enters with the big man from earlier.
Looking back to Marek he shakes his head and sighs. "You should know that I am the last of my village to survive a demon attack...they even now search me out." He lays his hand on the table with his fingers spread and tries to settle himself. "They will find that a hard task...I will die on my feet and take many with me." He downs the other half of the mug and then slowly refills it.
Eiras Wednesday January 26th, 2005 1:25:06 AM
Eiras comes to the talk of plans for the fort.
He again says little taking in the conversations of the others.
He nods at the sense in Tyal's statement about seeing the fort and the lay of the land before being able to make plans for it.
When Tyal talks of the demons' attack and hunting of him, Eiras puts down his drink.
"What do you know of these demons? And how do you think they search you out? Was the attack on your village just happenstance or did they seem to be after something? I ...", Eiras stops himself. He picks up his drink again and finishes it. He refills his mug and sits back again to listen to Tyal's response.
Hart, Spirit and Loran Wednesday January 26th, 2005 7:02:09 AM
The druid finds a quiet corner to play his pipes and gather knowledge of the new fort they are about to inherit (size, location, gardens, etc)
He makes no more effort to get to 'know' the group any further. Hart understands little about the humans milling about, but feels more akin to the elves, since they have an affinity for the natural places of the world.
Ragnalfr Wednesday January 26th, 2005 1:30:05 PM
When Aelanthir offers his hand, Ragnalfr takes it without hesitation, giving the elf his name in return.
If the wizard finds it odd that the humans of the group are avoiding him, he doesn't display it.
The appearance of the creation goddess gets his full attention, and the white robed elf listens attentively. When she disappears, he sits back down at his table to contemplate what she has divulged.
So, this Gimblus and his Seekers of Darkness must be stopped, or the world is either destroyed or enslaved. And that fate is to be countered by THESE people?
That Ragnalfr will aid the group goes without saying - he's virtually been commanded to do so. But, their prospects for success...
Amber eyes peer into the distance as the wizard slowly sips at his cup, thinking.
Mykell Zweihand Wednesday January 26th, 2005 3:05:20 PM
Mykell looks to Kashmari and smiles to her when he hears her comments and chuckles, "May we retire to my room and we can talk over the matters then if you like. I knew questions would come up and can only hope the answers will not be to distasteful."
Mykell smiles and allows Kashmari to decide where to go really but is clearly willing to explain things to the beautiful lady.
Justin Webber (DM) Talks Wednesday January 26th, 2005 3:17:26 PM
Many different talks fly around the rooms, some talking about their pasts and others talking about the fort, etc.
Shogi walks into the hall with Henri after his exorcise in the courtyard and looks around as he walks over to the table with Henri and nods to the people sitting there, "Greetings friends." Shogi looks to Henri and thinks, having not gave him a reply on the teaching and then speaks up, "Dear sir, my teachings are one of very different from what you live by now. I teach the art of sumo."
Ragnalfr gets the speech from the goddess and now thinks over what was said and about the group he is with.
Hart plays some music in the corner away from everyone.
The dwarf smiles as he looks to Marek and Tyal, "Forgot, the name is Drogun. I'm the leader of these here dwarves." The dwarf downs a large glass of ale after raising it in a salute.
Beowulf looks to the group and speaks to those trying to find out about the fort, "I been told we can get a map of the first and second floors of the fort but the basement level has no map evidently or my men can not find one of it. I should have the maps come morning." Beowulf looks over at Hart and smiles as he moves over to the satyr, "Good sir I would like to let you know, go by the plans for the fort, out behind it is a small area where a garden and such use to be. I would figure it needs some work and it is surrounded by a small section of wall to better defend it and such, keep animals out."
Karista looks to Aelanthir and smiles brightly to him as she motions to go, "Shall we find a nicer place to share that bottle Sir Aelanthir I believe I heard your name was?" Karista smiles brightly to Aelanthir still as she is enjoying being with another elf and specially another one who is from the royal castle.
(OOC:Figure I better give a small idea of the time. The sun is starting to set outside, so it's late afternoon.)
Sir Henri Wednesday January 26th, 2005 3:56:55 PM
"Your a sumo fighter, right?"ask Henri, "but it takes disaplin to do Sume Fighting, Right?Well in the mean time, You can stay with us, Ill introduc yuo areund. Eat a little! Then I'll show you to a room for the night."
Kashmari d20+27=32 Wednesday January 26th, 2005 6:10:20 PM
Kashmari looks over Mykell's shoulder and sees her brother flirting with the Elven lady he spoke with in the courtyard. Kashmari smiles warmly and looks very pleased. She approvingly watches them for a couple of minutes.
She takes the time to casually send Aelanthir a Missive (psionic message, mind to mind)(Concentration 32; DC 15 no display). 'It's about time brother dear! *mental chuckle* Enjoy yourselves tonight. If anyone disturbs you I will have their hides!
She has a somewhat distant look for a heartbeat, and takes her time before returning her attention to Mykell.
Kashmari teases Mykell. "I think we can find a quiet place to talk after feast. If your room doesn't look like a rat's nest then it will be good enough."
"There are too many things about your people and ways that I do not fully comprehend. You may expect many questions."
Tyal Wednesday January 26th, 2005 10:24:16 PM
Tyal glances to Eiras and shakes his head. "One of those questions is easy...they were after sacrifices and an artifact that our village once had." His face clouds over as he recalls what he found upon his return. "As to how they track me...I know not but I do know that they do." He thinks back to the veil and sighs. "They know that I still live after I entered the veil."
He glances to the good dwarf as he takes another hit from his mug. "My name is Tyal good dwarf." He gives the dwarf an appraising eye and laughs lightly. "I take it that you have skilled workers with you as well as fighters." It is not really a question but is one of sorts. "We will have need of both for repairs and defense when the time comes...though you may decide not to throw in with out lot...it could be rather hard on your health." He gives the dwarf a smile that says he does not think the dwarf will shirk this challenge, but he is warned.
Hart, Spirit and Loran Thursday January 27th, 2005 1:52:28 AM
The satyr nods at Beowulf. "Tank you for the knowledge. I look forward to seeing the garden."
Sir Henri Thursday January 27th, 2005 7:42:08 AM
Henri kind of like this sumo fighter Shogi, "Come and meet my friends, This one over here is a Satyr, we call him heart. Over here are Kashmarie and Mykell, her brother Aelanthir is standing over there" The paladin points to Aelanthir. Then points out the rest of the party, "over here are Tyal, Eiras and yes he's a drow, our Wizard Ragnalfr the Gray, here is Marke the Elf and the one sitting on a big book is Fern a Gnom. We'll now let's sit down and eat!"
Marek Isentomb Thursday January 27th, 2005 10:27:50 AM
Marek eats more, drinks more and will occassionlly switch out his water for an ale. "Drugon, well met." and he thrusts an animal grease clad gauntleted hand to the dwarf for a firm shake.
"What I was wanting to talk about from the fort was a chain of command and general defensive practice. Can we establish long range firepower, early warning systems and the like. These things are not contigent upon the layout of the fort"
"Drugon, can you give us a better perspective on your mens capabilities? Now that I think about it a wizard just popped in didn't he?" Marek stands, "Now where'd he go?"
Spotting the white robed elf, he shouts loudly, "Hey! You!" lots of folks turn to look, "No! Him! The elven wizard in white. A word with you!" Marek is waving him over to the table as he sits again.
Ragnalfr Thursday January 27th, 2005 11:51:37 AM
Ragnalfr's introspective reverie is shattered by the shouting human. The one with the chain, he recalls.
This promises to be...abrupt
The wizard glides over to Marek and the assembled group. "I am Ragnalfr," he begins smoothly. A small smirk appears as the elf awaits the man's reaction to his following sentence, delivered deadpan. "I believe you bellowed for me."
Mykell Zweihand Thursday January 27th, 2005 12:55:36 PM
Mykell smiles and nods to Kashmari as he stands and winks to her, "Be right back m'lady."
Mykell walks to one of the largetables and gathers a few various things on a platter to eat, for both him and Kashmari and walks back, placing them in the center of the table before moving to get something for bother of them to drink and returning with it also.
After this he sits and Mykell looks to Kashmari as he picks up a roll to eat, "My room is actually in rather good shape. You can see it later then when we talk over everything."
Mykell eats lightly as he is not overly hungry at the moment and will escourt Kashmari to her room where he holds the door open for her to come into his room. His room is truely kept nicely and actually hardly looks like anyone has used it. His bed though does stand out as the blankets are pulled in a almost military type make (the whole bounce a gold piece on the covers without messing the covers).
Kashmari Thursday January 27th, 2005 3:08:48 PM
Kashmari; unlike Mykell, is hungry and she will enjoy a long supper from the food and drink placed on the table. She takes the time to savour the food and occasionally watches her brother very briefly, a ghost of a smile on her lips. Kashmari motions to Mykell to enjoy the feast while he can even though he doesn't seem hungry. She will idly discuss what she hopes to do with the interior of the fort as she eats.
Eventually she will leave the feast hall with Mykell. Much of the evening will pass while they talk she suspects. When Mykell opens the door and motions for her to enter, she is surprised by the military neatness of the room. She mock gasps feining surprise, "the company sargeants must have loved you Mykell!" Kashmari chortles. She sits down on a chair and waits for Mykell to find a seat as well.
Eiras Thursday January 27th, 2005 7:15:00 PM
Eiras absorbs Tyal's comments, rubbing his hands together. A slight shudder passes through him as he sits there.
"Thank you for your story, Tyal," Eiras says softly.
He turns his attention to Marek and Ragnalfr, watching the exchange intently.
Aelanthir and Kuari Thursday January 27th, 2005 8:40:31 PM
Enjoying talking with Karista, Aelanthir calls Kuari down from the rafters to him. "Karista, this is Kuari my other set of eyes and dear friend." Aelanthir scratches Kuari on the top of the ear tufts. Aelanthir looks Karista in the eyes saying "please it is only Aelanthir. I have not been addressed that way in several years since I was last in Larista. Please give me a few minutes I need to ask the dwarven leader a question about the fort." Aelanthir lightly kisses Karista's hand then gets up and goes over to where the Dwarven leader is.
When Aelanthir arrives at the Dwarven leader he will ask "good Sir, would it be in you craftsmen abilities to bring the fort back up to fullly functional status while keeping it looking like the abandoned fort that it currently is? Or would it be better for your craftsmen to duplicate the fort underground while only reinforcing the structures above ground so that they will not collapse?"
After hearing the dwarven leaders reply Aelanthir will return to Karista and ask her "Shall we?" When Krista accepts his hand, Aelanthir will escort her back to his room. Once there Aelanthir will escort her to the top of the building and finding a secluded place to watch the stars while enjoying drinking the bottle of elven wine with her. After a while Aelanthir will take her to his room so they can enjoy being with each other while sitting in front of a nice fire.
When Aelanthir hears Kashmari's message Aelanthir replies 'I plan on having an enjoyable evening with Karista. I would not want to be the person disturbing us. Have an enjoyable evening as well and keep the two of you out of trouble.'
Tyal Thursday January 27th, 2005 9:46:41 PM
Tyal nods to Marek, understanding that those types of plans can surely be made ahead of time. "So you are thinking along the line of ballista, maybe a catapult or two as well as areas for boiling pitch to drop and the like." He nods in understanding as he puzzles over some ideas that float to the surface.
He turns his head slightly to Eiras and grins a more solemn grin. "Yes...the short and sweet version really." He shudders as he recalls memories of his return to his village. "More I dare not speak...to live with the nightmares is bad enough." He takes the last drought from his mug and then switches to a juice instead.
Hart, Spirit and Loran Friday January 28th, 2005 3:37:06 AM
Hearing his name mentioned, the satyr lets out a scream of rage and runs up to Henri. "You are never to tell my name to strangers! Fool. Remember? Don't even know thees man!" He looks at Shogi and Henri and growls. "Eets no wonder you humans wear metal... your heads are full of eet!"
Sir Henri Friday January 28th, 2005 4:20:38 AM
Sir Henri listens to Heart, and tries to stem a smile by putting a hand over his mouth. After his little horned frien trots off. The paladin tornes to Shogi "We have all kind of being here, Some wit wilder tempers than others. But when it come to danger, we all fight side by side.
Now I don't know what to call him, Little Big Horns?? No! He won't like that. You know it does not matter what we call him, he will not like it anyway."
Henri points to a empty chair, "Here sit, eat and listen about the fort we are getting, and what kind of problems we might face? I hear that the Fort is a little run down? we just might need a man of you talents!" The paladin pours two mugs of milk, one for each of them.
Fern Friday January 28th, 2005 5:05:47 AM
Fern listens to her friends and the newcomers but remains silent. She shudders as she sees all the bodies around and leaves when the others start building they pyre. Fern has never seen so many people dead at once. She gets will wash and dress up in the outfit that Tyal bought her for the holiday, although it is her best dress she feels somewhat of a poor relation when standing near Kashmari. I'm going to have to get Kashmari to go shopping with me for some better clothes if we keep having all these parties she thinks to herself.
fern continued Friday January 28th, 2005 5:19:13 AM
If she hears she laughs when Henri calls her a gnome "A gnome! Like you could get anybody to believe in a gnome that's almost six feet tall." she says.
description: Fern is a human female 5'10" with long brown hair that's usually in a bun and wears brown pants with a natural cream shirt. When dressed up in her only nice outfit Fern leaves her hair down (it falls past her waist)and wears a light green dress with red trim that Tyal bought for her during the recent holiday.
ooc: sorry for not posting the last few days. Both of my sisters have been using my comp for homework one of them was copying cd's for a friend and the other will be moving in the fall has been doing her financial aid, scholarship applications, registration, and looking up information on living expenses where she'll be.
Marek Isentomb Friday January 28th, 2005 9:54:27 AM
"Ah wonderful, Ragnalfr you heard me." Marek says as the elven wizard sits. "I am Marek, This is Tyal, Eiras, Drugon and bunch of other folks and what not, great we all know each other."
It is quite obvious any sarcasm that Ragnalfr's last statement contained went completely by the fighter.
"Tomorrow we leave for a run down rat hole of an old fort to call home for what could be the rest of our lives. While there, we will be launching strikes againgst the Seekers of Darkness and generally making Glimbus have a pernament bad day. We can expect them of course to retaliate and lets not forget Mykell's new friends who want to serve his head up on a platter to his betrothed back home."
All of this Marek says with a matter of fact like tone as if he were reading an inventory report.
"So we need to think of some defenses and I figured our good new pal here Ragnalfr" Whom at this point finds his shoulder the center of Mareks hardy hand plant, "Would be just the man for the job."
"In short you need to come up with a way to magically hide the base and prevent folks from dropping in announced. Question?"
Ragnalfr Friday January 28th, 2005 1:25:26 PM
A large patronly smile breaks out across Ragnalfr's face. Its astonding how the most difficult things can be asked for with such simplicity.
"Oh," the white haired elf remarks sardonically. "Is that all."
"Magics to disguise or hide an entire edifice likely fall under the school of illusionary magic. A school which I abandoned long ago to concentrate my mind on evocation. I do know a warning spell which alerts me if anyone enters a particular area."
Ragnalfr pauses, pondering the issue. Its always refreshing to wrap one's mind around a new problem and work at it.
"Have we access to much money to purchase magical guards and wards?" he asks.
Justin Webber (DM) Talks and Nights Friday January 28th, 2005 4:43:21 PM
The dwarf is happy to meet everyone and welcomes the meeting of Shogi also. He downs a half a glass of ale before stroking his beard and speaking up, "Well let me see laddies, I don't know how much work ye are looking at till I see the fort first hand you see?" Drogun thinks and nods, "Once we look over the forst I will know more you see." Drogun downs the rest of his ale and chuckles, "Alittle dirt never hurt no one but we will have to clean'er up some you see to get a better idea of the repairs needed."
Karista looks to enjoy her time with Aelanthir as she watches the sky and stars with him. She even shocks Aelanthir with a quick kiss as she winks, "This is really nice Aelanthir." Back at Aelanthir's room she enjoys his company and more if allowed. In the morning if allowed to stay Aelanthir will find her sleeping in his room yet even.
Shogi eats quite alot at the feast hall and nods as he listens to Henri and the others. He takes no offense at Hart's reaction and even holds out a beefy hand to the satyr and speaks up, "Nice to meet you." Hart may be happy to see or hear rather that Shogi doesn't speak Hart's name.
Mykell and Kashmari retire to Mykell's room where they spend most of the night talking.
The night passes slowly with each person going their way to spend the night, enjoy themselves, etc. Come morning in the feast hall can be found Shogi who is eating a very large breakfast and also a few dwarves who look to be recovering from drinking alot.
At one large table sit, Beowulf with maps spread out before him, the dwarf leader Drogun, Servain and Melic. They each smile when they see you and wave you over, "Here is the maps and unfortunetly still no word on the basement map. Looks like that will have to explored carefully." (OOC:Dom should be posting the map I think like he did last time. If he is unable then I will try emailing it out to everyone.)
If anyone is interested they find out that Baron the Red and Gilan left during the night to see to buisness matters. However Drake Darkstorm is still in the castle some place. Hindro is also recovered nicely and seems to be leaving today also.
Tyal Friday January 28th, 2005 7:18:57 PM
Tyal spends the night sleeping and dreaming, well actually having a nightmare. He wakes way before first light and is wandering the outside wall. His armor has taken on a thorny appearance since the last time that you saw him and he seems agitated.
He will of course take the time to go through his morning exercises when the first light of morning is breaking over the horizon. This also doubles as his time to get his spells for the day.
Hart, Spirit and Loran Saturday January 29th, 2005 12:07:47 AM
Active Spells: Wood Wose: (cast at noon, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (3/6): Two days left.
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Create Water, Guidance x2, Detect Poison, Detect Magic First Level: Charm Animal, Produce Flame, Speak with Animals, Pass without Trace Second Level: Tree Shape, Creeping Cold, Spider Climb, One with the Land Rod: 1 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
In the evening, Hart eats a Goodberry for dinner and sleeps out on the parapet of the fort.
Spirit disappears in the evening.
Loran wakes and hunts.
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The satyr wakes early and eats a Goodberry for breakfast. He prepares his spells and prays to Shalm for patience with the humans.
Loran returns at sunrise.
Hart summons Spirit at noon.
Sir Henri Saturday January 29th, 2005 10:40:42 AM
When to was time to retire, Henri ask Shogi "I'll show you to a room if you want?" But the big man is still eating and drinking with the Dwarf. So The paladin leaves him to his food and goes to bed.
The paladin risen, opens the shutters and see a beautiful day. He will shave, wash, dress himself and do his duty to his god Palor.
Down the stairs he goes to the dinning rooom, and there still eating is Shogi? "Did you have a nice rest last night?" He ask Shogi, the big man nods.
When Beowulf and the Leader Drogum wave him over to look at the map of their fort, "Hmmm! Impressive to say the lease! You say that the maps for the basement and dungon are not avallable? Hmm! ButI ready to go there at a moment notice." Sir Henri bows and get's himself some breackfast, to make room room some one else see the map.
Eiras Saturday January 29th, 2005 4:57:07 PM
Eiras finds a stand of trees out beyond the fort to rest overnight, feeling the walls too close about him.
Once there he sets up a camoflaged hammack in the limbs of a tree and becomes invisible.
By dawn, Eiras is feeling better and comes back into the fort. He hunkers down inside the courtyard nearby Tyal and makes a small fire to heat water.
When Tyal is done Eiras asks, "Tea or coffee?" and serves up which ever he indicates.
"I too am an 'orphan' of the demons, though I know not for sure the fate of my kin. I have blanked out the experience and knew no more of the demons' role in my own circumstances til coming across a band of them inside the forest," Eiras sips at some coffee and then finishes quietly, "I have not been the same since, being plagued with visions and emotions of that time that exists only as a blank wall to my conscious mind.
Aelanthir Saturday January 29th, 2005 5:22:33 PM
Aelanthir spends the night snuggled with Karista. In the morning Aelanthir will carefully unwrap himself from her while getting out of the bed. Aelanthir will pull on a silk robe then sit down and study his spells for the day. When Aelanthir is done studying he will get dressed in his travelling clothes then head down to get some food. Aelanthir will bring some back up to his room for Karista. If Karistais still asleep Aelanthir wil set the food on the table then go back downstairs. If she is awake Aelanthir will take the food over to her then sit down while she eats. Aelnthir will say to Karista when she is done eating "I need to go talk with the others and Beowulf about the fort. Do you know if your group will be heading over to the fort as well?"
Aelanthir heads down and joins the others with the maps of the fort. Seeing Drogun ad Melic Aelanthir will go over and say "mornig good sirs. Have you any thoughts about what I asked yesterday?" Aelanthir will stay and listen to what everyone says.
Kashmari d20+11=17 d20+11=19 d20+11=14 d20+11=17 Saturday January 29th, 2005 5:50:22 PM
Kashmari will begin this part of the evening just chatting about general subjects. Then she will gradually get round to asking Mykell queations about his homeland, his people and their customs. She starts politely with queations about family, duty, customs and enemies/allies. Eventually she will ask about peraonal things. Especially about his pending marriage. During the majority of the aksing and answering she will stay seated on her chair, almost not moving and looking only at Mykell. It might appear as though she is commiting to memory everything being said, and the nuances behind the words as well. She seems far more focused during the early parts of the conversation, but something causes her to lose focus for a few minutes. This is when Kashmari moves to look out the window.
(Q:1) "Is it a duty your family has to protect the leaders of your people?"
(Q:2) "Does this duty bind you to have to live near the ruling family of your people for long periods of time?"
(Q:3) "Is it part of their agenda to destroy your family in the process of taking power for themselves?"
(Q:4) "Was it because of your skill, your rank or both that the enemies of your family decided to betroth you to one of their own allies?"
Kashmari goes on to give reasons for the enemies actions, "This way they could force your father to support them for fear of your safety, and force you to remain at least neutral due to family ties and obligations." She shows quite a good understanding of "noblemens' intrigue".
Kashmari decides to be somewhat straight forward in mentioning what she is most interested in knowing. "You say that your family arranged a marriage for you. I think I may say that it hasn't been followed through yet. You are betrothed and therefore you are not free to have any relations with any other females." Kashmari arches a brow in a questioning expression as she looks at Mykell.
Kashmari has asked all of the questions she could think of for now. It should leave Mykell with much to think about. She asks her final questions for now.
(Q:5) "You will leave here as soon as you may to return to your homeland? Will you ever come back?" Kashmari stands up and moves over to the window. She looks out the window as she asks him what he expects from her. "I understand that your sense of duty to your family and people compels you to return to your home. What do you expect of me?"
(Autohypnosis (Memorize, DC 15; 800 words per attempt memorized) 17, 19, 14. Final Autohypnosis check 17)
Kashmari might very well end up spending the night in Mykell's room just because of the time it will take to resolve all of her questions! Hopefully he will be gallant enough to let her have the bed?
In the morning Kashmari will put her finery away and done her travelling clothing instead. She will get cleaned up using the water pitcher and basin in her own room. Before going to talk to the others and Beowulf & co. she will pack away her equipment. Kashmari has a feeling that some of the company would have liked to get to the fort "last week".
Mykell Zweihand Saturday January 29th, 2005 9:02:59 PM
Mykell smiles as he sits down in a chair in his room and listens to what Kashmari askes him. He does sigh slightly as he didn't expect quite so many questions and some of them bringing back less then favorable memories, "Well, the customs of my people are abit hard to explain all of them. I guess one you would be most interested in was the burial rights outside of the city I did earlier."
Mykell undoes the belt at his waist and lays it along with the sheathed tanto on the desk he sits near, "You see, in my home those of noble and honorable ways believe that people of their own home should have a proper burial. An we believe that a weilder of a sword or other weapon should be buried by someone who contains the warrior or spirit of the blade. A magic user should be buried by a magic user, etc. By being buried by that type of person it eases the soul and allows it to flow back to Obinaba easier. This process must also have someone who is linked to the land to help or the spirit could become angry and come back to the body or enter another person to cause harm."
Mykell smiles and describes to Kashmari the houses of his home, how there made of wood except a special paper like substance which is thick, the sliding doors and how his people seek to build around nature. Mykell also describes to her how many of the people devote their whole life to a single profession as to become a master of that art, the art of the sword and various weaponry no exception.
Mykell now listens to the person questions and runs a finger over the handle of the tanto, "My family devoted themselves to the lord or ruler of our home for centuries. The current lord is 18 and all though young he is wise beyond his years and a justice and good ruler. My family has marched off to many fights over the years and now me, my father and a sister which was sent away as to keep her safe is all that lives of us. My father and I lived in a small house just a small walking distance from the royal house. It was a granted gift to us from our families years of service."
Mykell thinks over the next questions before speaking, "My family is just a block in the road for them. We have swore to defend the ruler against any and all threats and stand by him to the death. As long as we stand in their way we are a problem to them.....I would say me being arranged to marry the lady I had mentioned is in hopes of getting rid of me. With me out of the way it would leave only my father. An my skill with the katana which is still growing is a threat they fear and do not wish defending our lord."
Mykell slides the tanto free from it's sheath and spins it easily before laying it on the desser again, "Your last two questions I can answer together too.....I will kill the Hell Fires and the lady I am to marry will follow. Is is a threat to my lord and she will fall under my blade just like the others. It is known that she has killed countless nobles and royal members already to rise farther in power.....I do plan to return home when my skills are good enough and when the time finally comes too. An no, I will not stay...I can not."
Mykell stands and walks to the bed and grabs his backpack and puts his bedroll on the floor where he unrolls it and looks back to Kashmari, speaking slowly, "I actually hope that things work out and I can keep you by my side. You have began to mean alot to me...I say I will return home but since I left in the first place and without my lord's permission I am no longer welcome in my home land. I am a exile...in the past when someone loyal to our lord comes to help out and rid the place of enemies before vanishing once again because he/she is a exile we have called them Crimson Wind."
Mykell slides into his bedroll and looks to Kashmari, "I know this all may not make sense to you but I know a threat is on my lord's homeland and I am bound by ages of loyalty to atleast remove the threats from my lord's land. Afterwards though, I plan to come back to you or maybe you will come with me. Either way this is no ones fight but mine." Mykell pulls his sheathed katana over by him as he begins to possibly sleep alone and on the floor, odviously wanting to be ready just incase something would come in during the night.
In the morning Mykell will get some food and bring it up to Kashmari, even telling her he is if she happens to be up. He smiles and watches her carefully just incase his talks with her the other night has seemed to change her opinion of himself.
Fern Sunday January 30th, 2005 10:23:04 PM
Later in the evening Fern returns to her room and after changing begins to get ready for when they leave after making sure that they will be dry by morning she has somebody wash her clothes and travel blankets. She spends some time looking at maps of the area their new home is in and checking out the best ways to get there. She then gets a book and reads for a while before going to bed.
Ragnalfr Monday January 31st, 2005 1:31:02 PM
Ragnalfr waits as long as necessary for Marek to respond (or not respond) to his statement. The elf is patient.
Once everyone has sought out their rooms for sleep, Ragnalfr retires to wherever seems best and sits in quiet comtemplation of the day's events. It has been, to say the least, one of the more unusual days he has experienced. And that always calls for introspection.
After an appropriate time, the wizard brings forth his spellbook to prepare spells for the day. He prepares what he refers to as his 'standards' with one substitution. Its possible Marek or the others will want a sample of the Alarm spell.
Prepared for the day, Ragnalfr silently rejoins the throng downstairs.
Marek Isentomb Monday January 31st, 2005 3:59:39 PM
"Warning spell, well for now that will have to do. Year to soon for the screening type spell? We'll more protection from Divination than physical sight and don't forget the teleportation block." Marek gives a nod to the elven wizard as if the matter had been decided upon and turns his attention back to Drugon.
Marek will speak in greneralities on castle fortifications to get an idea of the skill level possessed. He definately does not feel the conversation of fortified defence has to wait until the fort has been inspected.
"Some things are universal for an above ground terrain defense. Catapults, ballista, trench or moat, pitfalls ect. along with general tactical skills. We have a wizard, but he will be a bit busy with the research into the anti-scrying and teleportation wards for a while."
With the delivery of the actual layout, Marek starts to look over everything in great earnest, making notes and generally showing a much higher level to care and detail than he has shown anything else save his armor and weapon to this point.
Tyal Monday January 31st, 2005 9:21:24 PM
Tyal looks up at Eiras and smiles slightly at the man. "Tea would be good." His eyes go vacant as he thinks on what was said. "I lost a whole family in that attack...a wife and two children." His hands clench into fists as he thinks upon his tragedy.
Hart, Spirit and Loran Monday January 31st, 2005 10:12:03 PM
Active Spells: Wood Wose: (cast at noon, lasts 8 hours, rod used) Goodberries (3/6): Two days left.
Prepared Spells~ Orisons: Create Water, Guidance x2, Detect Poison, Detect Magic First Level: Charm Animal, Produce Flame, Speak with Animals, Pass without Trace Second Level: Tree Shape, Creeping Cold, Spider Climb, One with the Land Rod: 1 charge(s) used today Pearl 1: Unused
Hart tries to be more sociable but it doesn't work out too well this day. He listens to conversations and nods along, but few subjects make any sense to him.
Spirit on the other hand, makes friends with a water barrel and a small bush.
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