3 - 051: Can You Keep a Secret?

[K Man]

SEA GREEN

All Others -

In a last ditch effort, the Death-Speakers resort to the last spells in their repertoire. One focuses on the raging Gro-Bug, the other takes a step towards Ella, his hands dripping with sickly energy.

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Ella, touch attack @ +7
[dice=20]
[Die Results = 18 + 7 = 25, Hit.]

If Hit, I need a FORT Save DC 16 or be affected with Contagion - Blinding Sickness
FORT Save +7
[dice=20]
[Die Results = 17 + 7 = 24, Freakin' Success...AGAIN. No effect.

Gro-Bug, they will use their final Bestow Curse on you. WILL Save DC 17. If fail, 50% action. WILL Save @ +4
[dice=20]
[Die Results = 5 + 4 = 9, Failure 50% actions ]

[50% roll = success] Gro-Bug shakes the magic hold on his body and strides forward to the closet Cleric and brings Snaga around full bore. The blade digs deep, cutting the man nearly clean in two. [One Hit, Damage Results = 44] A thin trickle of blood leaks from beneath the man's helm, then he falls to the ground dead.

Ella advances on the man before her, driving the lance through his stomach and back. [Attack results = Hit, Damage Results = 24] Like Gro-Bug, Ella cuts her man down without much more struggle. He drops his mace, shudders twice on the end of the lance, then collapses dead.

Henrick, struggles and frees himself from the magicks of the Death-Speakers. With sheer will, he takes a first few shaky steps, the sign that he's free of their grip.

The Dwarves roar and charge, bringing up axes and warhammers alike. They crack open the few remaining full-plated men, beating them down. The two men stand little chance as they are battered into death, their armor ringing like the gongs of victory.

The battle is over, certainly turned tide by your appearance and your efforts. Certainly the Dwarves note this as one of the cleric advances on you quickly, extending his arms in a brotherly welcome.

"A more well-timed entrance could not have been made! Ye have the thanks of us all!" He approaches to within greeting distance, still holding his arms wide. "Who can we thank for the assistance?"


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 -

You notice Amassu has kept you in his gaze the whole time, only feigning ignorance of your presence. You're not sure if its a watchful vigil on his prisoner or an unhealthy stare...but you do note he has never removed his eyes from once you make an effort to stay in his presence.

"Indeed, though their allegiance to the dragon is not what bothers me, for many giants deal with the wyrms of legend, it is their audacity to send the dragon to fight on their behalf that irks me." Amassu continues, washing another trough of gore from his body. "I myself have dealt with dragons on many occasions, but never once have I asked them to do my bidding."

"There are many tribes of giants in these lands, bard. There are the giants of Frost high in the cold and cavernous mountain caves, the giants of Fire that stoke the volcanoes and coals far beneath the valley and the idiotic Hill Giants that roam the wide plains of the valley. There are the sand giants of the dunes, the giants of the sky - both storm and cloud - and many mixes of giant as well."[/b]

Amassu sets down the basin and looks directly at you to emphasize.

"Not matter the home or the skin, every giant respects strength."

"The giants of Fire will respect the strongest of Frost Giants. Likewise even the most brutishly strong Hill Giant is welcomed with respect in the home of a Cloud Giant. Though many tribes war with each other regularly, strength is respected above all."

"That is the purpose of the games. For each clan of giant to send forth their champion to prove they are strong enough to deserve the title of king over all giants--a title I earned 60 years ago at the previous games."[/b]

The Lord of the Skies resumes regular bathing, lifting up immense pails of water to wash over his alabaster skin. "That is why I demand special tribute from these sand giants. They sent an assassin in the form of a wyrm to take my life and for that audacity, they demand special attention. If I must eliminate them all, they will pay for the trespass eventually."[/b]

Amassu stands, practically emptying the tub when his girth is taken from it. The water sloshes around and Amassu speaks the commanding word for the cloud once more to open a doorway to the outside. You can see it is dusk now, a cool breeze whips around the cloud chamber, drying the Storm Giants' skin. The height is dizzying, but the stars are coming out in force, brightly visible above the high clouds in the sky.

Amassu wraps a simple kilt about his waist before motioning outside. "Would it please you to move outside and continue to speak?"[/b]

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DARK RED[/size]

Lenny -

You fling a rock onto the other side of the roof, which - from the sounds above - got the attention of the men up there. You hear their boots pound across the wooden roof to the opposite side. Hopefully that will keep them busy for a while. You slip closer to the doorway, remaining hidden all the while...

{Position OK?}

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All Others -

Gildas moves behind the man marked by 'The Master', calling out the need to keep him alive. After all, two prisoners were better than one...and one of those was a man in charge. It would be fortuitous to keep him alive - if it could be done. [Attack results = Miss] However, in all the worry about softly striking him, Gildas' blow sails wide of the man's back and fails to connect.

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Ah, yes you do get a save. You did fail though. Thanks for keeping me honest and for failing your save.

Wanderer has something else in mind though for this man. Worried that the leader may take them if not dealt with swiftly, Wanderer spins in a full arc with the legendary Dwarven Maul. [Attack results = Hit, Damage results = 55] With all the ferocity, energy and strength he can muster, Wanderer slams into the Death-Speaker. The man staggers, collapsing to one knee and losing his helmet from the blow. His eyes widen, he spits out a mix of tooth and blood...but gets back up to continue the fight. "I will not go that easily..." he smiles.

Tyrano makes it to a darkened corner and tosses the unconscious man aside like a sack of potatoes. Looking back down the alley, he cannot see nor hear from his companions. Hopefully they were alright...

The leader aims for Wanderer again, his eyes filled with rage and with a horrible belief that 'The Master' truly will be the end of man.

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Alright, Let's try a Bestow Curse, 50% Chance for Action, WILL Save DC 17 to avoid.
[dice=20]
[Die Results = 7 + Whatever WILL Bonuses you have going right now. Determine success or failure.]

[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 55 Damage Taken[rand=88230937274442874187509499844512307199322935556857293300826189235]

[Wicksy]

Gro-Bug ends his rage and leans heavily on Snaga sweating profusely and pantis "Greetings.......I am Gro-Bug of the Clan Bal-Ukk. These are my comrades. Please excuse me while i regain my breathe.....that spell did...something to me.." his arms and legs felt sluggish...like a battle fought a while ago against the Deathspeakers.

[Japic]

Glad to have avoided all the magic floating around, Ella dismounts and checks over Sax for injuries. No one had really gotten close, but in the heat of battle it was hard to be sure. When teh dwarf approaches Ella gives Sax a pat and stands to greet the man. "Ella Bladewhistle of New Ravenshead" she offers simply. She looks to Sean, the verbose member of the party to handle the talking.

[Fangor the Fierce]

Knowing the tactics of the others, Lenny awaits the opportune moment to strike. (Would I actually get a chance to sneak attack this guy, since he is unaware of my presence? Hence, me hiding on round prior.)

[VemuKhaham]

Gildas again aims to knock the man down without aggravating his near-fatal injuries, encouraging Wanderer to do the same: "Keep him alive!" Sadly, while his moves are superb, his attack is less so and he misses.

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[Tumble north and south again to remain flanking with Wanderer and gain Skirmish.
[dice=20]=success

Nonlethal Greatsword Attack +7 (flanking and -4 for nonlethal included)
[dice=20]
+7=failure

Why do I continuously tumble like an acrobat while swinging my sword like a clown?

AC: 20 with dodge vs Deathspeaker Leader, HP=38/55]

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[Rojito]

Sean stops his singin and warily picks his way through the rubble, "We are friends. On a mission to stop these very people from their attempt at destroying all that is good. It is that cause that brought us to your aid. It is in the name of that cause that we ask to speak with your king." Still blind Sean walks toward where he heard Gro-Bug's voice, since its deep and easily carries.

[TheUdjat]

Wanderer feels the energy flood out of his body, his surge of instinctual rage running dry. This fight has gone on too long. And, as if that wasn't bad enough, the damned Deathspeaker again channels the energy of his horrible god, aiming a curse at Wanderer.

His mind and body are too fatigued to resist, and he feels the noxious tingle of dark magic coiling around him like thorns. He tries to fight it and push through, to put this man down--no time for finesse, as Gildas would like. They cannot risk death merely to capture another of these men.

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[Will save totally fails from that roll. Wanderer faces a 50% chance of inaction (1 means he does nothing, 2 means he acts):
[dice=2]
Total: No action

Dammit, Gildas! Stop trying to capture him! ]

But Wanderer cannot force his way through the magic gripping his mind, and remains idle, a sitting duck for whatever this Deathspeakers has in mind next.

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(status)

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HP: 22 / 72 (loses his 14 extra HP from Raging)
AC: 16 / 17 (Leader)
Condition: Fatigued (-2 Str, -2 Dex, cannot charge/run), Cursed (50% chance of no action)spoiler][rand=08001641011715926578010769479570493176080575461213001755844580844]

[VemuKhaham]

Dammit, Gildas! Stop trying to capture him! ]

Me? I'm just glad you rolled a 1.

[Fangor the Fierce]

With a quick hope to any god hearing, Lenny awaits Wanderer's attack, and his step to one side or the other. Timing was needed... but then he sees the brute simply stand there, unmoving, and from the looks of the cleric, it would seem that some spell has gotten a hold of him. Not good...

Lenny tries to find an opportune moment, noticing the downed figure near the doorway. Figuring that there was not alot of time to do what he would like, he takes a single step, letting his dagger fly at his foe.

[dice=20]+13 normal+2 for sniping -8 for throwing into melee =23, might hit? If hit, then d3+4d6sneak attack [dice=3][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]=12 dmg total.

He's not caring about this guy living, as he would rather live another day himself. "Quit yer doddling and let's finish this" he says, hoping to spur the others into some action.[rand=7805218987429376860812638728778428699952461709348364402623137825]

[TheZebraShakes™]

Natsumi is inwardly excited when she hears Amassu's final words. For it proved that perhaps she had found the breakthrough which she was working toward. He was seeking to please her rather than simply barking orders and expecting her to obey.

Though she would agree, as dissent was not in the cards just yet.

With a nod of her head and a delighted smile in Amassu's direction, Natsumi moves toward the open door.

"Yes, My Lord, I would like that very much."

. . . If she sees no place that she may stand outside to take in the view or if it would seem that the wind would get the better of her balance and likely topple her, she looks toward Amassu with widened eys and a slight frown.

"Though I fear that my desire to glimpse the stars may send me spiraling to the ground." she confesses in tones laced with thick naiveté.

She would see now if Amassu would be gentle and accommodating insofar as Natsumi and her well being are concerned.

[ryngo]

Tyrano listens carefully for the sounds of flight or pitched battle or something to let him know the plight of his comrades. Wanderer never was good at leaving a fight.

He whips out his longbow, just in case he needs to cover an escape.