Milo Wednesday October 31st, 2007 12:19:14 AM
Looking grimly to Ingrge, "I think that it is about time after all."
Lian Wednesday October 31st, 2007 3:46:25 AM
The monk shrugs to Olana.
Why? [DM Jerry] Wednesday October 31st, 2007 11:08:51 AM
Olana and Bertram run over to the farmer's family.
Olana notices as she starts to put the blanket over the father, who still holds his burned daughter in his lap that he still lives....barely. Even with all the blood loss from having his legs bitten off.
The son and mother are still there. The boy lays his monther's fainted body to the ground and goes over to his dad, crying in total panic.
"WHYYYYY! Where are the gods to help us? What good are they if they allow such beasts to rule our lives!!!!
"WHYYYYYY!!!!"
Olana (subbed by Carl) Wednesday October 31st, 2007 12:20:30 PM
Olana gazes down at the farmer, and gives a start as she sees his chest move. Beyond all odds the savaged man still lives. But not for long unless they move fast.
"Betram! Quickly, the farmer is still alive! He needs healing quickly, we may yet be able to save him."
She turns to intercept the boy, kneeling and putting a hand on his shoulder. "I have no easy answer for you, child. Sometimes the gods can seem cruel. But they can be bountiful too, if you have faith. Don't despair yet child: hold on to hope and the gods may yet be merciful."
Gunther 2d8(7+4)+3=14 Wednesday October 31st, 2007 1:21:18 PM
Hearing Olana's cries for help, the warrior muscles his way over to the farmer. Good night, the man is still alive! Gunther reaches down and lightly touches the man on the shoulder. He knows he can't do much, but at least he can stop the blood from flowing until Brother Bertram can get there. The cat trainer shivers as the healing magic flows from the tattoo on his chest and into the farmers body (Cure Moderate Wounds-14hp healed).
Athalorn Wednesday October 31st, 2007 1:57:17 PM
Finishing his hasty prayer, the druid quickly follows the others at the call for aid. He will cast Cure Serious Wounds on any other family members that need it.
Lian Wednesday October 31st, 2007 4:13:16 PM
The elf offers his minor healing ability too; nowhere near as powerful as Athalorns or Bertrams.
Brother Bertram AC32 HP 88 2d8(3+1)+13=17 Wednesday October 31st, 2007 8:19:38 PM
Bertram quickly releases the power of Domi, feeling it wash over the farmer as well as the others. He prays the healing came in time.
((OOC Cure Moderate Wounds, Mass 17 points healed for all. Subbed Windwalk.))
Lian Thursday November 1st, 2007 11:37:55 AM
Waits for something to happen.
Athalorn Thursday November 1st, 2007 4:16:56 PM
Checking in
Ingrge Thursday November 1st, 2007 6:41:04 PM
Walks over and takes a closer look at the dragonstone and then looks to the sky.
Domi, why, now of all times, have you decided to place me in charge of this group? You know I do not like to lead and yet you keep pushing me. And now it seems like we have three dragons to deal with.
The elder elf looks tired as he looks back at the boy as he screams about his father and the gods.
At least give the boy back his faith in the gods by restoring his father to full health and mobility so he can have a life worth living for.
Reaching out Ingrge strokes the dragonstone and then turns back to the rest of the Talons.
"Ok Talons, Are we going to pay the green meanie one final visit or are there other thoughts?"
Lian Thursday November 1st, 2007 7:23:43 PM
Lian places his hand on Ingrge's shoulder. "Friend, the stress is getting to you now! We're not Talons anymore, we're Dragons." The last two words are slow and deliberate.
"I say that after tomorrow, we should be the only Green Ones in the Culver." He smirks.
Milo Thursday November 1st, 2007 9:40:52 PM
Milo glances sideways at Lian, "You said it, brother."
Athalorn Friday November 2nd, 2007 2:43:21 AM
Looking again at the corpses of beasts littering the ground, Athalorn turns to Ingrge. "I think it is time, Ingrge, my friend. Let us rest well then travel to him. What do we know of Parnoth that will help me choose my spells wisely?"
Lian Friday November 2nd, 2007 4:41:22 AM
Answering Athalorn's question, Lian says, "Well, Ol' Greenie tends to the fight or flight approach, choosing to flee rather than stand against his foes. The one exception was when the Gold Dragons took a pound of flesh, removing his claw. They must have restrained him. He also has opted to leave his minions to his foes as a type of hindrance to allow for escape."
"So, Dimensional Anchor, summon spells to occupy the minions...." Looking at Ingrge. "...Flesh to Stone was most affective today. And as he has a metal claw, perhaps heat metal or something to melt his claw, or transmute it to something brittle. Maybe Controlling Winds?"
"He's a poor flier. He's a green, so any protection from acid and plants would be good."
"But I'm most interested in his minions. Mop is going to be an issue."
Olana (Subbed by Carl) Friday November 2nd, 2007 5:11:47 AM
Olana nods at Lian's words.
"True enough. Parnoth has not lived this long by tackling every challenge head on. He will get others to do his fighting for him if he can, and if the odds look bad he will attempt to flee. Limiting his mobility and enhancing our own would be sensible strategies."
Bitter Tears and Hope [DM Jerry] Friday November 2nd, 2007 12:00:31 PM
A young gnome and his two halfling friends come running down the road.
"There they are!"
Then run up to you, out of breath.
"Where is he?"
"Has to be that one!" He points to Athalorn.
The third is brandishing an old twig as if it was precious. He runs up to Athalorn, falls to one knee and presents the twig bowing as if Athalorn was a king.
As Athalorn takes the twig, he recognizes that it contains a spell, from the Ancient:
"Reincarnation."
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The bloodflow is stopped on the farmer. He will live. The color begins to return to his face. However, his legs are still gone, though sealed off neatly from the spells.
The father's eyes open and the boy bullrushes him in full panic.
"PAPA!!"
"My son."
Tears of joy, remembered pain, concern, and fatherly pride as the father and son embrace.
Then the father sees the daughter. Burned beyond recognition. Dead.
The tears turn bitter as he screams out his agony to the sky!
"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!"
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Thanks for my opportunity to DM you for the last few months. I've enjoyed it.
Jan will take over as your new DM on Monday.
Gunther Friday November 2nd, 2007 1:39:08 PM
The warrior looks over at Ingrge and the others with firm resolve. "Didn't I hear dat he has treatened attack from Izen if he is removed? I should probably let Borden know that he should ready his troops." Gunther sighs. He'd meant to travel back to Izen and visit with Borden. He'd even meant to spend a good deal of time arming and training his troops. Things were moving too fast. .. He looks over at Ingrge. "Can I use de ring? I need to tell Borden in person and I vant to give him some money to equip his troops. Ve'll need dem to be ready for the attack should it come."
Lian Saturday November 3rd, 2007 12:33:32 AM
(OOC: Thanks for your DMing Jerry. :))
The monk nods in response to Olana. "Mobility is key... or rather, lack of said."
"Gunther, you need help?"
Brother Bertram Saturday November 3rd, 2007 9:42:23 AM
Bertram feels frustration at only being able to save the farmers life and not his legs. He walks off to the edge of the clearing and tries to refocus himself for the task at hand. There was just too much suffering in this world. And always it was being caused by the same ones over and over. Surely it could be ended....
Posting Report for Monday November 5th, 2007 8:07:22 AM
Game # 3 The Emeral Dragons For the week of October 29,2007
Name-----MTWTF DM Jerry-XXXOX Lean-----2222XS Gunther--XXXOX Olana----XXXOX *sub by Carl Inger----XOOXO * Bad Boy Athalorn-M2XXX BR.Bert--XXXOOS Milo-----XOXXO
Adm Ceil - Very good just one Bad Boy!
Lian Monday November 5th, 2007 11:13:20 AM
"Ingrge, you awake pal!"
"Ingrge must be getting old, his hearing is going!" He says to Milo.
Olana (Subbed by Carl) Monday November 5th, 2007 11:15:23 AM
The elf sheathes the Truthsayer. The phrase "The truth can be a two edged sword" pops into her mind, and she is torn between grim humour and her guilt over the death of the enslaved raptors.
DM Jan Monday November 5th, 2007 1:32:23 PM
((OOC - howdy folks! Please forgive me if we're a bit out of whack with time of day and so forth, till I get my bearings. :) ))
((Also - lets not forget we have the ongoing celebration in the Giggling Ghost. I see some of you are there already - yay!))
And in the aftermath, others have come. In this rural section of the land, outside Emerald City, people live some distance from on another and yet everyone seems to know everyone else. Four sturdy men - a father and three grown up sons, sandy-haired, hands calloused and shoulders broadened with working the land, offer the Dragons, and the wounded father and son, somewhere to get a meal, wash and rest up. "My name is Hornish," says the older man. "We're about a mile east of here. Whatever we've got, you can borrow or have."
Time is late afternoon, and the sun is already skirting the trees and starting to dip toward the horizen. And in the oncoming gloom there is a lot to think over, much to plan.
Who is this female red dragon? What about those marriage priests? What of the great tree, on its way toward the city? What is Parnoth up to, and where is he? And what will the group encounter when they come face to face with the kingdom's fearsome ruler?
Lian Monday November 5th, 2007 2:14:32 PM
(OOC Hey there new DM person, ;) we'll go easy on ya!)
While at dinner that evening, the elf expresses concerns. "If we dethrone Parnoth, who is take his place? The current prospects are no better, really. I suggest placing someone there who everyone likes or at least respects. We can't just leave the Kingdom in chaos. However, I know there are many things to consider."
"Actually, with what we know is going on, Parnoth may have made a pact with the other dragons."
"I don't know, just concerned about everyone in the Kingdom, including us!"
Athalorn Monday November 5th, 2007 2:52:48 PM
Before leaving, the druid grasps the twig handed to him by the gnome and his halfling friends. Sensing its power, he stares at the three shortfolk.
"You have my thanks, friends. Did the Ancient send this directly? Perhaps you could tell us if the spirit has begun moving again, or is he still at rest?"
After waiting for a response, Athalorn tries to direct the twig's magic at the bloodied corpse of Grawl, watching to see what will happen to the creature's form.
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At the meal, Athalorn shares in Lian's concerns. "What is the role of this Ancient spirit? Clearly, something is soon to happen that will change the course of history. Is the death of Parnoth prophesised?"
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ooc: c sheet en route Jan with new spell list. What is your email addy?
~~Jan~~ email address: phyrbalxl5@aol.com
Lian Monday November 5th, 2007 3:35:36 PM
"Surely the Ancient will destroy the city, being an abomination to nature. This Ancient is as ill an omen as its glorious arrival. If we kill Parnoth and oust his minions, we need to figure on a new sitting ruler of the Kingdom. If the Ancient kills Parnoth, we need to figure on a new sitting ruler of the Kingdom. Either way, Parnoth is hosed and we're left with chaos to clean up after. The citizens will look to us, either good or bad. And the Consortium is going to look to us sooner, rather than later. The Dragons are retiring and we'll be left holding the proverbial bag."
Milo Monday November 5th, 2007 6:29:20 PM
"Um... I vote for Ingrge to be king." Milo eats well that evening, frustration doing nothing at all to the halfling's appetite.
Brother Bertram Monday November 5th, 2007 6:38:24 PM
Bertram snorts at Milo's suggestion. "There may be no better qualifed to rule the kingdom, Friend Milo, But I can see Friend Ingrge becoming disgusted with some petitioner and ordering his head removed and catapaulted into the Culver." Bertram grins easily at Ingrge and goes back to eating. His mood quickly fades as he considers how he may best help the injured farmer now that he has lost his means of making a living.
Ingrge Monday November 5th, 2007 7:55:29 PM
As the discussion moves around certain topics, Ingrge puts his two cents worth in.
I expect that the female red we just encountered is to be Parnoth's mate and queen, and hence why our priestly froends were on their way to see the green meanine.
I personally would like to see the Ancient tree tear Parnoths palace down around his ears, however that would probably mean that a lot of innocents would be hurt and or killed.
As to what we can expect when we face Parnoth, well he is an expert in scrying magics and has had years to beef up his security, so it is likely he will know we are coming even before we do. I expect that we will be facing at least two dragons when we do attack. I say at least, because I find it odd that suddenly Parnoth has a red bride and we were hunting a male red. I would put golds to rocks that or bride to be is related to the red that attacked us and we will be dealing with him as well. Add to that Parnoth's use of his two artifacts that control his hidden monsters and we will more than have our hands full.
If we decide to actually do this thing, we need to somehow enlist the aid of some local adventurers and the Tines and others to help deal with the peripheral issues while we deal with Parnoth, his lady and her relative.
Quiet for a while Ingrge eats in silence and listens to the others as thy coment on this and that.
He looks up at Milo's and Bertram's comments, and simply shakes his head.
I know that at one time K'nara believed me to be the one to do just that. I personally think I would be the worst choice possible. Besides, what would you all do without me?
Simon OOC Tuesday November 6th, 2007 1:47:32 AM ooc: I will wait until animal companion is sorted before sending the sheet Jan. Also, are we due any XP from Jerry's many fights? Or will that come later? (I'll delete this post once you've read it)
Olana (Subbed by Carl) Tuesday November 6th, 2007 9:26:00 AM
(OOC: Jan, when did you plan to take over Olana? Feel free to delete this post if you wanted to post today.)
(~~Jan~~ Carl, I've emailed you.)
Milo's suggestion finally breaks through Olana's dark mood, and she breaks into a smile. "Heavy hangs the crown, eh Ingrge? You know what they say; the qualification for a position of power is to not want it. Don't worry, we won't abandon you. I can just see myself as a lady of the court of King Ingrge!"
She glances gratefully at Milo. She marvels at his ability to lift her spirits without even trying.
Lian Tuesday November 6th, 2007 1:22:46 PM
Lian laughs out loud. "I second that! All in favor?"
"Okay, okay, I'll do it. I'll be the king. Hail to the king baby!"
DM Jan Tuesday November 6th, 2007 2:45:24 PM
As the various rural inhabitants help the Dragons pack up and move out, Athalorn directs the twig's spell toward poor Grawl's ripped carcass. An hour passes, and in that time, the bear's corpse becomes dessicated, as though what's left of it's lifeblood and water has been taken. A litter is built to carry the farmer over to Hornish's place, while some folk attempt to round up any animals that might have bolted, and graves are dug for the dead. So, by the time the hour is up, most folks are well on their way to Hornish's farmhouse, with only Athalorn left, accompanied by a few curious hangers-on, there to watch the spectacle of a druid in action. In the approaching twilight, something appears to be resting alongside the bear's corpse. That something lifts its head. "Oh, $^&$#@!," utters one of the men, standing by. "C'mon, I think it's time we left."
Left alone, Athalorn faces a pair of hard yellow eyes. A mixture of curious, accusing, mistrustful, and calculating accents whirl within them. It is a dire wolf, a female. She stands and shakes a shaggy grey coat, then assumes the hard stare once more. Trust will be hard won with this one. Does the spirit remember the slaughter? Maybe there is pleasure in this stare then, backed up as it is with muscle and fang, to imply an upper hand.
Later, at the Hornish farmhouse, the atmosphere is one of a village feast, as more people have arrived to swell the numbers to around forty, bringing food and kegs of ale to add to the supplies. After all, it isn't every day that one gets to eat and drink alongside a group of famous adventurers. And after what just happened earlier today, people are frightened and eager for news and reassurance.
Talk of sedition has a mixed effect. Some folk move away into their own little groups, chattering, frightened and worried about a future of dragons and monsters let loose, what would come next and the age old 'threat of Izen', despite the power shift during the latest Cataclysm. Others gather close, eager to be part of what they consider a justified rebellion. "What could be worse than Parnoth?" one asks. "How can we help?"
Bertram discovers that some of the other farmers have offered to take the boy and his father in, although it looks like the boy will have to work hard to earn their keep.
The morning arrives. A course of action needs to be decided upon. Emerald City and the palace lies 5 miles to the south; Parnoth's lair is 5 and a half miles to the south west.
(Does Gunther still wish to contact Borden?)
Brother Bertram 4d8(6+5+7+7)+13=38 Tuesday November 6th, 2007 3:03:06 PM
Bertram requests a small cottage and asks for the farmer to be brought to him and then orders everone out. He gives the farmer a powder to put him in a deep sleep. He asks a couple of the stouter lads to keep watch and keep everyone out no matter what and begins to pray to Domi. Time passes and sweat drips from his body as he murmurs the strange liquid syllables over and over. He dares not look down to see if his prayers are having an effect. Looking down for reassurance was the first sign of a lack of faith. He gripped his symbol harder and prayed fervently. Finally he collapsed onto the ground. He now wanted to look but was so weak and so tired that he could not lift his head. Finally he raised his head enough to see the farmer lying there, his body whole and intact. Two complete legs, with skin as fresh and pink as a babies. Bertram smiles wearily. He tries to let the two outside know that it was ok but he lacked the energy. He fell back onto the floor and fell into a deep slumber.
(OOC Regenerate 38hp)
Athalorn d20+16=36 Tuesday November 6th, 2007 3:51:28 PM
Watching the strange and ancient magic course through the fallen body of the bear, and the spirit that grows adjacent, the druid smiles at the yellow eyes.
"My sister. Welcome back."
Athalorn stays still. Watching the strong spirit that is imbued in this new beast. A strong companion. They study each other, standing alone in the dusk for a long time. The druid moves closer, slowly, a hand outstretched palm up, his heart reaching out, asking for help.
ooc: Wild Empathy check = 1d20+16=36, natural 20. Is this a standard Dire Wolf as per usual Druid rules? I will work up stats and add to character sheet. Will my Gunther's wreaths of animal communication work with this new companion?
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Speaking with the Dragons about what to do next, Athalorn speaks bluntly. "We must share a conviction if we are to take the fight to Parnoth, for it will be hard. For my part, I have waited an age for this time. And now I have found such strength in you all, I think the time is right. Let us march on the Green tomorrow! I will send word to my kin in the Sacred Circle of the Culverwood, for this will affect all the great wood."
Milo Tuesday November 6th, 2007 4:46:59 PM
Milo smiles warmly at Ingrge, "You could be an active kind... not one of those louts that sits on a big fancy chair all day long and issues decrees... and I'll run your spy network." The halfling marvels at his own idea as it escapes his lips, "Ya know... I just made that one up... but I like the sound of that."
Olana (Subbed by Carl) Wednesday November 7th, 2007 7:12:01 AM
"You can count on my sword, Athalorn" Olana says grimly. "It is long past time we dealt with that monster."
Kent Wednesday November 7th, 2007 8:34:46 AM
(Occ. name change for Ingrge to Kingrge j/k hehe)
Sighing Ingrge looks around at his fellow Emeralds. Ok guys I suggest we pop back to our tow ... castle to do our planning, as it is protected against scrying.
Turning to the farmers, Ingrge stands. Thank you for your hospitality and aid, but we must be on our way. That said ingrge takes out the ring and beckons to his fellow emeralds.
Lian Wednesday November 7th, 2007 2:40:18 PM
He smiles at Ingrge, but says nothing.
Hearing Milo's statement about the spy netwrk, the elf perks up. "You know... I can only see that being a good thing! I'm sure Parnoth has his network as do all the other shady folk about. A network of adventurers linked to the Consortium MAY BE a great strength. We could have our hands in Izen, Culver and all around." The monk, who is generally keen on staying out of politics and intrigue, suddenly seems quite interested. He pats the halfling on the top of the head and says, "We've got power now. You should look into it, friend." Chris Highlight to display spoiler: {I know there is a rogue's guild out of Dirt City, but an adventurer run network might prove interesting!}
When his time is designated, Lian slides on the ring and passes it on. He teleports with the others. Home will be welcome, if only for short time.
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