Post by K Man on Oct 15, 2008 16:29:54 GMT -5
SEA GREEN
All Others -
The Death-Speakers continue to focus on you as the new threat, turning away from the Dwarves for the moment. One lifts a sickly finger at Ella, the other focuses on the former Captain of New Ravenshead as he cleaves his way through the grand hall.
Ella, I will need a WILL Save DC 17 for Bestow Curse. We'll hit you with the 50% action chance. I have your bonus @ +4
[dice=20]
[Die Results = 14 +4 = 21 = Lucky SOB]
Henrick's Save @ +6 for Hold Person DC 15
[dice=20]
[Die Results = 2 +6 = Fail! Henrick is Held ]
The last Death-Speaker turns on the nearby Dwarven cleric, knocking him down in two successive blows. The last is very lethal, tearing the underdwellers' jaw free from his skull in one clean swipe.
Gro-Bug pushes through the crowd of fighters, on his way towards ending the life of the troublesome Death-Speaker. A nearby full-plated man takes a swing at him, but fails to connect in the chaos of the melee. Gro-Bug takes a heavy swipe at the Death-Speaker, cutting his left leg free from his body and nearly all of the right leg. [AoO = Miss, One Hit for 47 Damage] The Death-Speaker collapses, shudders twice, then moves no more.
Ella rounds the fallen Death-Speaker and guides Sax along the far wall, plunging her lance into the Northernmost Death-Speaker. The lance digs deep, finding a magical means past all the heavy armor and magical protection afforded the man by his dark god. [Attack Results = hit for 23] The Death-Speaker will not survive another strike like that.
Henrick is unable to move, held in place by dark magics. [held].
The Dwarves are swinging their weapons with grins on their faces and glee in their smiles. Moments ago, this battle was lost but now you have turned it in their favor. Bold swings and chants to Dwarven gods manage to fell two more of the remaining men in full plate. The rest, including one of the Death-Speakers, take heavy wounds from the charge.
Sean, now lacking his sight, backs away from the combat unsure of his ability to fight without his eyes. He continues to sing, though his melody changes to a somber tune.
The clerics press on the Death-Speakers and full-plated men, but they manage to do little.
The two full-plated men swing wildly, filled with a fervor to please their masters but with the uncertainty that they know they are going to die. One of the Dwarves catches an unlucky blow to the neck, dropping him, but the others escape unharmed.
[Initative: Death-Speakers (21), Gro-Bug (20), Ella (18), Henrick (17), Dwarves (15), Sean (14), Dwarven Clerics (12), Full-Plate warriors (11)]
Map;
<<<LEGEND (Was a GREAT Movie)>>>
G = Gro-Bug
E = Ella
S = Sean
H = Henrick
d = Dwarf
C = Dwarf Cleric
m = Full Plated Man
X = Full Plated Cleric (Death-Speaker)
Hallway is 150' long, 75' wide
Detritus covers the floor in sporadic places making charging impossible, but does not otherwise hinder movement.
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Natsumi -
Amassu takes the vial with no small measure of greed. He quickly pops the top, downs the contents and you can visibly see the alabaster color flood back into his skin. The poison oozing from his wounds hisses and fizzes, as though it were melting from his body. Once the vial is downed, the Sky-King tosses the empty container over a nearby dune.
"No, you did what you were asked and their stubborness is no fault of yours, bard. My tribute may be their elimination."[/b] Amassu motions towards the cloud-chariot. "Come. I will tell you of my history with them and we will decide how best to handle it."[/b]
Lord Amassu steps around you and takes a few short strides to the dias. He enters without looking back, but does pause to give you a chance to get inside before he openly speaks the word 'Talchtil'. It seems this one word controls all the chariot's functions as the Sky-King removes his armor, speaks the word once more and a large tub begins to fill with water smelling of fresh rainstorms. You also feel the cloud lift from the ground and raise into the sky at a steep angle. The cloud continues to climb high into the sky as Amassu slips into the fresh water bath.
"It began many years ago."[/b] Amassu begins, ignorant of where you are in the room. "My animosity with the Sand Giants. You see, my kind dominates the sky while their kind are undoubtedly masters of the desert. Our races have always been enemies. They fail to realize that the sky touches all and their pitiful patches of sand would get lost among the stars in the night. My hatred for this tribe of sand giants goes much deeper though, stemming from their dealings with those arrogant enough to assault my skies."[/b]
Amassu lifts a massive basin of water, large enough to hold at least four barrels of water, and dumps it over his head and hair to wash away the gore of the battle. "You see, this tribe of sand giants has very close relations to the dragons of the sand, those of blue scales who breathe lightning. They turned a blue dragon of considerable size upon my throne and I slew the beast quickly. Since then I have been demanding respect for my throne while they have continually refused to acknowledge my regency."[/b]
{I'll pause at this point to allow interaction. Don't want to ramble on.}
DARK RED[/size]
Lenny -
{Added you to the map}
You slip around to the side of the building, being careful to remain out of view of those above. You can see that around in the front of the building, two massive doors are open from which spill considerable torchlight. Dancing and playing in this light is the shadows of your companions and of more full-plated men. You hear the sounds of battle coming from inside, apparently your friends are in quite the fight.
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All Others -
Gildas manages to deftly avoid any errant blades as he darts quickly out of combat before rushing back in. However, none of the Death-Speakers are fooled by the move and they manage to deflect his blow easily. [Attack Results = Miss]
Wanderer manages to stem the loss of his vision through sheer power of body. He had fought too long and too hard to lose now and he manages to stave off the magical attack. He spins around with the ancestral Dwarven Maul, hammering the lone Death-Speaker before him. [Attack Results = two hits, more than enough to kill.] That man collapses as well, the left side of his chest caved in and gore leaking from beneath his breastplate.
Tyrano - [We wish you well! Until then, it is assumed you sequester the body to a safe place and do...umm...whatever it is you do with an unconscious man.]
The remaining leader of the Death-Speakers stands apalled at your actions. Four of his men were dead, the rest were on the roof fighting another, yet to be seen threat. The leader lifts his hands and points a black gauntleted hand at Wanderer before advancing. "YOU WILL PAY!"[/b]
The Leader will advance and Touch Attack Wanderer with an Inflict Critical Wounds.
Touch attack @ +10
[dice=20]
12 + 10 = touch of 22, Hit
If Hit, Damage
[dice=8]
[dice=8]
[dice=8]
[dice=8]
+ 8 = 29 Negative Energy Damage, apply resistances accordingly.
[Init: Lenny (25), Gildas (10), Wanderer (9.5), Tyrano (9), Death-Speaker (5)]
<<<LEGEND>>>
T = Tyrano
G = Gildas
W = Wanderer
L = Lenny
1 = Death Speaker 62 Damage Taken, dead
2 = Death Speaker (Unconscious), carried by Tyrano
3 = Death Speaker 63 Damage Taken, dead
4 = Death Speaker 63 Damage Taken, dead
5 = Death Speaker (On Roof)
6 = Death Speaker (On Roof)
7 = 'Leader' Death-Speaker[rand=7057680851128210003929027311403432426347042899486234415978820935555]
All Others -
The Death-Speakers continue to focus on you as the new threat, turning away from the Dwarves for the moment. One lifts a sickly finger at Ella, the other focuses on the former Captain of New Ravenshead as he cleaves his way through the grand hall.
Ella, I will need a WILL Save DC 17 for Bestow Curse. We'll hit you with the 50% action chance. I have your bonus @ +4
[dice=20]
[Die Results = 14 +4 = 21 = Lucky SOB]
Henrick's Save @ +6 for Hold Person DC 15
[dice=20]
[Die Results = 2 +6 = Fail! Henrick is Held ]
The last Death-Speaker turns on the nearby Dwarven cleric, knocking him down in two successive blows. The last is very lethal, tearing the underdwellers' jaw free from his skull in one clean swipe.
Gro-Bug pushes through the crowd of fighters, on his way towards ending the life of the troublesome Death-Speaker. A nearby full-plated man takes a swing at him, but fails to connect in the chaos of the melee. Gro-Bug takes a heavy swipe at the Death-Speaker, cutting his left leg free from his body and nearly all of the right leg. [AoO = Miss, One Hit for 47 Damage] The Death-Speaker collapses, shudders twice, then moves no more.
Ella rounds the fallen Death-Speaker and guides Sax along the far wall, plunging her lance into the Northernmost Death-Speaker. The lance digs deep, finding a magical means past all the heavy armor and magical protection afforded the man by his dark god. [Attack Results = hit for 23] The Death-Speaker will not survive another strike like that.
Henrick is unable to move, held in place by dark magics. [held].
The Dwarves are swinging their weapons with grins on their faces and glee in their smiles. Moments ago, this battle was lost but now you have turned it in their favor. Bold swings and chants to Dwarven gods manage to fell two more of the remaining men in full plate. The rest, including one of the Death-Speakers, take heavy wounds from the charge.
Sean, now lacking his sight, backs away from the combat unsure of his ability to fight without his eyes. He continues to sing, though his melody changes to a somber tune.
The clerics press on the Death-Speakers and full-plated men, but they manage to do little.
The two full-plated men swing wildly, filled with a fervor to please their masters but with the uncertainty that they know they are going to die. One of the Dwarves catches an unlucky blow to the neck, dropping him, but the others escape unharmed.
[Initative: Death-Speakers (21), Gro-Bug (20), Ella (18), Henrick (17), Dwarves (15), Sean (14), Dwarven Clerics (12), Full-Plate warriors (11)]
Map;
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<<<LEGEND (Was a GREAT Movie)>>>
G = Gro-Bug
E = Ella
S = Sean
H = Henrick
d = Dwarf
C = Dwarf Cleric
m = Full Plated Man
X = Full Plated Cleric (Death-Speaker)
Hallway is 150' long, 75' wide
Detritus covers the floor in sporadic places making charging impossible, but does not otherwise hinder movement.
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Natsumi -
Amassu takes the vial with no small measure of greed. He quickly pops the top, downs the contents and you can visibly see the alabaster color flood back into his skin. The poison oozing from his wounds hisses and fizzes, as though it were melting from his body. Once the vial is downed, the Sky-King tosses the empty container over a nearby dune.
"No, you did what you were asked and their stubborness is no fault of yours, bard. My tribute may be their elimination."[/b] Amassu motions towards the cloud-chariot. "Come. I will tell you of my history with them and we will decide how best to handle it."[/b]
Lord Amassu steps around you and takes a few short strides to the dias. He enters without looking back, but does pause to give you a chance to get inside before he openly speaks the word 'Talchtil'. It seems this one word controls all the chariot's functions as the Sky-King removes his armor, speaks the word once more and a large tub begins to fill with water smelling of fresh rainstorms. You also feel the cloud lift from the ground and raise into the sky at a steep angle. The cloud continues to climb high into the sky as Amassu slips into the fresh water bath.
"It began many years ago."[/b] Amassu begins, ignorant of where you are in the room. "My animosity with the Sand Giants. You see, my kind dominates the sky while their kind are undoubtedly masters of the desert. Our races have always been enemies. They fail to realize that the sky touches all and their pitiful patches of sand would get lost among the stars in the night. My hatred for this tribe of sand giants goes much deeper though, stemming from their dealings with those arrogant enough to assault my skies."[/b]
Amassu lifts a massive basin of water, large enough to hold at least four barrels of water, and dumps it over his head and hair to wash away the gore of the battle. "You see, this tribe of sand giants has very close relations to the dragons of the sand, those of blue scales who breathe lightning. They turned a blue dragon of considerable size upon my throne and I slew the beast quickly. Since then I have been demanding respect for my throne while they have continually refused to acknowledge my regency."[/b]
{I'll pause at this point to allow interaction. Don't want to ramble on.}
DARK RED[/size]
Lenny -
{Added you to the map}
You slip around to the side of the building, being careful to remain out of view of those above. You can see that around in the front of the building, two massive doors are open from which spill considerable torchlight. Dancing and playing in this light is the shadows of your companions and of more full-plated men. You hear the sounds of battle coming from inside, apparently your friends are in quite the fight.
-------------------
All Others -
Gildas manages to deftly avoid any errant blades as he darts quickly out of combat before rushing back in. However, none of the Death-Speakers are fooled by the move and they manage to deflect his blow easily. [Attack Results = Miss]
Wanderer manages to stem the loss of his vision through sheer power of body. He had fought too long and too hard to lose now and he manages to stave off the magical attack. He spins around with the ancestral Dwarven Maul, hammering the lone Death-Speaker before him. [Attack Results = two hits, more than enough to kill.] That man collapses as well, the left side of his chest caved in and gore leaking from beneath his breastplate.
Tyrano - [We wish you well! Until then, it is assumed you sequester the body to a safe place and do...umm...whatever it is you do with an unconscious man.]
The remaining leader of the Death-Speakers stands apalled at your actions. Four of his men were dead, the rest were on the roof fighting another, yet to be seen threat. The leader lifts his hands and points a black gauntleted hand at Wanderer before advancing. "YOU WILL PAY!"[/b]
The Leader will advance and Touch Attack Wanderer with an Inflict Critical Wounds.
Touch attack @ +10
[dice=20]
12 + 10 = touch of 22, Hit
If Hit, Damage
[dice=8]
[dice=8]
[dice=8]
[dice=8]
+ 8 = 29 Negative Energy Damage, apply resistances accordingly.
[Init: Lenny (25), Gildas (10), Wanderer (9.5), Tyrano (9), Death-Speaker (5)]
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<<<LEGEND>>>
T = Tyrano
G = Gildas
W = Wanderer
L = Lenny
1 = Death Speaker 62 Damage Taken, dead
2 = Death Speaker (Unconscious), carried by Tyrano
3 = Death Speaker 63 Damage Taken, dead
4 = Death Speaker 63 Damage Taken, dead
5 = Death Speaker (On Roof)
6 = Death Speaker (On Roof)
7 = 'Leader' Death-Speaker[rand=7057680851128210003929027311403432426347042899486234415978820935555]
