Post by K Man on Dec 2, 2004 18:26:48 GMT -5
Hero, Caelith, Garor, Newt, Callian and Angelus -
[Those still inside canisters] The world outside seems devoid of anything. Noise, movement...anything...
The others inside the cannister with you seem scared, yelling at each other as though their ears will never work again. You are currently tipped on your side, at a most peculiar angle. Also, a quick tug of the door handle and you realize your cannister is lying face down.
A sublte nudge will be required to roll it over...
[Those outside] As the sky darkens, blanketing as though night were hours early, you move back to the crater that was once Cannon's Foot.
The hole must be several hundred feet deep, at least. It comes to a central point, where the bits and pieces of rocks raining from above still slide down. No piece of rock bigger than your fist survived ...and cetainly nothing made of flesh larger than a coin.
However, protruding from countless spots around the crater, you see the metal containers - loaded with Cannon's Foot survivors. A quick count reveals that at least three-quarters of the containers are intact, the rest are missing...perhaps buried in the earth.
At least it's better than total decimation...
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Krysta, Girud and Galdren - [I'm giving the Elves a Spot Check at a -10 to not be surprised. Surprise roll = All Failure] The Elves, still stunned from the massive explosion, do not react immediately to Girud bearing down on them...
Galdren, never one to leave his companion, pulls his weapons and moves with the giant, Krysta trailing behind them both.
Now is the time the Elves will pay for their arrogance...
[Charge is possible by all three of you.]
Girud is first, bringing down his weapon. [Attack Roll = Nat. 20!, Crit. Confirm, Succes] The blade runs straight down Laucimust's mid-line, from jaw to stomach. [Damage Roll = 35] Laucimust is thrown against the rock face, his robes shredded and his chest splayed open. He is alive, but only by some small miracle of fate.
Laucimust is severly wounded. (Down 35)
Galdren follows suit, bringing down his katanna from shoulder to hip on the other mage. [Attack Roll = Nat. 20! Crit Confirm, Success.] The blade rips through the meaty shoulder and makes it way across the sternum and stop just below the liver. The satchel and belt fall to the ground, sliced cleanly it twain. [Damage Roll = 20]
Ivelliian is severly wounded. (Down 20)
Krysta moves between the two Elves, watching both with the eyes of a hawk. [You didn't specify an attack, so I'll assume a readied action.]
Mordrock, never one to be left behind, watches Krysta, Girud and Galdren move to fight. He screams soemthing, although you cannot hear what it is and moves. drawing his shortsword in one swift movement and driving it into Laucimust's thigh. [Attack Roll = 18] Laucimust, stunned and lacking any magical defense, takes the full brunt of the attack. [Damage Roll + Sneak Attack since denied bonus = 18]
Laucimust collapses, the blood flowing from his wounds too great to stem. (Dead, -7 HP)
The remaining Elven Elite and the scouts draw their weapons but remain frozen in place, unsure of who to attack since you remain so close, and violently so to their empowering counterparts.
Without their mages...how will they get home?
Ivelliian seems consumed by rage and appears ready to reach for a wand from his belt.
[Initiative: Krysta Readied, Girud, Ivelliian, Galdren and The Scouts, The Elite.]
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------LK-I2-----|
-------1-M------|
-----------------|
-----------------|
-----------------|
--SS-------E----|
-EE-----EE----E-|
------E-------E--|
~~~~~~~~~~~~
L = Laucimust
I = Ivelliian
K = Krysta
M = Mordrock
1 = Girud
2 = Galdren
S = Scout
E = Elven Elite
~ or | = Rock cliff face
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yuri and Romar - The voice from the fog ceases to speak, only for a moment. Apparently caught off-guard by such a bold defiance of one that he believed to have controlled physically, and another he believed to control through fear.
However, that does not last long as, within seconds, you see a dark from race from the yellowish fog, becoming more apparent.
It is the Vampire, and he looks furious...
"If the prey is no longer afraid, then the hunt must end!"
Behind the vampire, you see five figures charge forth from the fog. Four orc-sized ones...and one about the size of a gaunt horse.
It appears battle will be had.
[Initiative: Romar, Hirsuthe, Yuri, The Nightmare, The Orc-Zombies]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~O~~O~~~~~
~~~O~~N~~O~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
----------H---------
--------------------
--------------------
------Y-R-----------
Y = Yuri
R = Romar
H = Hirsuthe
O = Orc Zombie
N = Nightmare
~ = DeathSpew Fog
__________________________________________________________________________________________
[Those still inside canisters] The world outside seems devoid of anything. Noise, movement...anything...
The others inside the cannister with you seem scared, yelling at each other as though their ears will never work again. You are currently tipped on your side, at a most peculiar angle. Also, a quick tug of the door handle and you realize your cannister is lying face down.
A sublte nudge will be required to roll it over...
[Those outside] As the sky darkens, blanketing as though night were hours early, you move back to the crater that was once Cannon's Foot.
The hole must be several hundred feet deep, at least. It comes to a central point, where the bits and pieces of rocks raining from above still slide down. No piece of rock bigger than your fist survived ...and cetainly nothing made of flesh larger than a coin.
However, protruding from countless spots around the crater, you see the metal containers - loaded with Cannon's Foot survivors. A quick count reveals that at least three-quarters of the containers are intact, the rest are missing...perhaps buried in the earth.
At least it's better than total decimation...
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Krysta, Girud and Galdren - [I'm giving the Elves a Spot Check at a -10 to not be surprised. Surprise roll = All Failure] The Elves, still stunned from the massive explosion, do not react immediately to Girud bearing down on them...
Galdren, never one to leave his companion, pulls his weapons and moves with the giant, Krysta trailing behind them both.
Now is the time the Elves will pay for their arrogance...
[Charge is possible by all three of you.]
Girud is first, bringing down his weapon. [Attack Roll = Nat. 20!, Crit. Confirm, Succes] The blade runs straight down Laucimust's mid-line, from jaw to stomach. [Damage Roll = 35] Laucimust is thrown against the rock face, his robes shredded and his chest splayed open. He is alive, but only by some small miracle of fate.
Laucimust is severly wounded. (Down 35)
Galdren follows suit, bringing down his katanna from shoulder to hip on the other mage. [Attack Roll = Nat. 20! Crit Confirm, Success.] The blade rips through the meaty shoulder and makes it way across the sternum and stop just below the liver. The satchel and belt fall to the ground, sliced cleanly it twain. [Damage Roll = 20]
Ivelliian is severly wounded. (Down 20)
Krysta moves between the two Elves, watching both with the eyes of a hawk. [You didn't specify an attack, so I'll assume a readied action.]
Mordrock, never one to be left behind, watches Krysta, Girud and Galdren move to fight. He screams soemthing, although you cannot hear what it is and moves. drawing his shortsword in one swift movement and driving it into Laucimust's thigh. [Attack Roll = 18] Laucimust, stunned and lacking any magical defense, takes the full brunt of the attack. [Damage Roll + Sneak Attack since denied bonus = 18]
Laucimust collapses, the blood flowing from his wounds too great to stem. (Dead, -7 HP)
The remaining Elven Elite and the scouts draw their weapons but remain frozen in place, unsure of who to attack since you remain so close, and violently so to their empowering counterparts.
Without their mages...how will they get home?
Ivelliian seems consumed by rage and appears ready to reach for a wand from his belt.
[Initiative: Krysta Readied, Girud, Ivelliian, Galdren and The Scouts, The Elite.]
~~~~~~~~~~~~
------LK-I2-----|
-------1-M------|
-----------------|
-----------------|
-----------------|
--SS-------E----|
-EE-----EE----E-|
------E-------E--|
~~~~~~~~~~~~
L = Laucimust
I = Ivelliian
K = Krysta
M = Mordrock
1 = Girud
2 = Galdren
S = Scout
E = Elven Elite
~ or | = Rock cliff face
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yuri and Romar - The voice from the fog ceases to speak, only for a moment. Apparently caught off-guard by such a bold defiance of one that he believed to have controlled physically, and another he believed to control through fear.
However, that does not last long as, within seconds, you see a dark from race from the yellowish fog, becoming more apparent.
It is the Vampire, and he looks furious...
"If the prey is no longer afraid, then the hunt must end!"
Behind the vampire, you see five figures charge forth from the fog. Four orc-sized ones...and one about the size of a gaunt horse.
It appears battle will be had.
[Initiative: Romar, Hirsuthe, Yuri, The Nightmare, The Orc-Zombies]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~O~~O~~~~~
~~~O~~N~~O~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
----------H---------
--------------------
--------------------
------Y-R-----------
Y = Yuri
R = Romar
H = Hirsuthe
O = Orc Zombie
N = Nightmare
~ = DeathSpew Fog
__________________________________________________________________________________________
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