Post by K Man on Dec 3, 2004 11:31:12 GMT -5
Hero, Caelith, Garor, Newt, Callian and Angelus - [Looks like everyone vein-rode away. I'll go with that.]
As you make your way, sliding feet first down the crater that was a city, you come to rest on a metal cannister halfway buried in the ground. With a heave, you roll it over, brining it to rest on another one. A hard tug of the metal latch, the door swings open and a limp body falls out.
It's Delomme.
He's battered, but otherwise breathing an in tact. He moans, bringing his hands to his head and rubbing his ears.
"Oooooohhhhhh! That's gonna hurt for a while..."
The Elven leader slips from the cannister, still clutching the leathr tube holding the schematics for 'Fortress-Breaker'. He begins to chuckle to himself a bit, rolling onto his stomach in an effort to stand. The men in the cannister with him pour out like liquid, in much the same fashion.
Delomme takes a look around, his eyes still trying to desperately focus and take in the devastation.
"I take it we annihilated the SlaughterFog? How did the others fare?"
You look to your companions as they pull people from the metal cylinders scattered about like garbage. Some are battered, a few are so badly beaten that even Callian's healing can't save them - but for the majority, the townspeople have survived.
Delomme gets to work immediately, pulling others from wreckage and helping them to stand upright. At one point, in your damage recovery, you see him pull a child with a broken leg from a shell and walk him to the top of the crater without slipping, an impressive feat of strength. He returns and digs away the door of another container, pulling it open.
Even from this distance, you can hear him begin to sob.
Shattering the illusion that Elves are emotionless and stoic, Delomme begins to outright pour tears into the blackened dirt. He leans, head hanging low over the cannister and continues for some time.
As you near to invesitigate, you see a small crimson trickle - like a ruby tear of pain - slowly leak from the open hatch. Whatever is inside, did not survive and came to a horrible ending. Peering inside, no amount of artocities this war has afforded prepare you for this...it was full of children and one woman to watch them - cradle them as they cried.
None of them survived intact...no longer complete.
The blast must bave battered their shell too much for to is hard to identify the number of individuals inhabiting the shell. Delomme, through his tears, lowers his voice to almost an animal-istic growl.
"Should I see them again, I will tear those damned Elves apart...and your friends for running with them. It should have been them, and not these innocent children..."
He bends down and picks up a bloodied childs charm, wrapping it tightly around his wrist. He then closes the hatch, marking it with a stone. 'REST FOREVER YOUNG.'
Brushing this sad tale aside, you go back to working on the removal of all in Cannon's Foot....it will be nightfall before your work here is done.
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Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Ivelliian shows no sign of stopping. Krysta moves to Ivelliian bringing her blades to bear quickly and with deadly efficiency. [Attack Rolls = Nat. 1, Dex Success, 7, and 29 (19 Crit Confirm, success)] The last strike in her attack hits hard, aimed right at the jugular of Ivelliian. [Damage Roll = 14]
Ivelliian is severly wounded. (Down 34)
Girud steps to the front, shouting for his friends to not get in his way. [Readied Action - Stomp]
Mordrock quickly sheathes his blade and pulls his bow free, notching an arrow and aiming it at an Elven elite. He smiles at Krysta, finally feeling useful. Though he does not need to, he tenses and flexes his muscles a bit, to emphasize his atractiveness.
Ivelliian, still standing, spits a bit of blood on the ground and continues to reach for his wand. However, drawing it leaves him open to attack from Galdren and Krysta, both ready to attack. [AoO from Krysta and Galdren for drawing while threatened = 14, 20] Galdren manages to twirl his katanna, facing it down in his palm and slice through Ivelliian with great accuracy. [Damage Roll = 12]
Ivelliian collapses to the ground, his life force leaking from his neck. (-1)
The Elite freeze in place, unsure of what to do. Their 'leader', the one that has most closely associated with Ivelliian and Laucismust steps forward. The others remain in place, the scouts pulling their bows an leveling them across the group. The remainder of the Elite draw fine looking longswords and hold them steady.
A handsome Elf, the leader remains calm and looks directly to Krysta and her 'ultimatum'.
"Laucimust never fully trusted the Queen's choice to bring in outsiders for an empire matter..." The leader looks to the dead Laucimust. "...and, it would seem, with due cause. But she wanted her son protected, so he bowed to her decree."
"However, he counciled her greatly on your visit to our treasury. He wanted to ensure that, should your treachery prove to be too great, we would hold the final counter to it."
The leader smiles, speaking but a single word.
"Ãrollymené..."
You feel your weapons in your hands, the armor and items you wear become heavy. Suddenly clumsy and less weildy. Small sparks fly off in a spray and the items no longer seem to shine or glow.
It appears that the Queen is very coniving and calculating indeed...
The Elite smile and ready to press their attack.
[I paused for drama and re-rolled initiative, giving Galdren a readied action. Hope no one minds.]
[Initiative: Girud and Galdren Readied Mordrock, The Elite, Krysta, The Scouts.]
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-------K--------|
-------12M------|
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--SS-------E----|
-EE-----EE----E-|
------E-------E--|
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K = Krysta
M = Mordrock
1 = Girud
2 = Galdren
S = Scout
E = Elven Elite
~ or | = Rock cliff face
[Please keep in mind, all magic from the treasury is not inactive.]
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Yuri and Romar - Romar, fueled with a fire he did not know he possesed, crosses the short distance to the vampire and brings it to bear against his chest. [Attack Roll = 29] The blade runs directly across the vampires body. [Damage Roll = 21 (Yeouch!
)] The blade cuts a deep score through tunic and cold flesh.
Hirsuthe appears wounded. (Down 21)
The Vampire returns the favor, spitting and spinning into a flurry of attacks. [Attack Rolls = 14, 9 Nat. 20 Crit Confirm, Fail.] A good roundhouse kick lands on Romar's side, nearly knocking the wind from him. [Damage Roll = 9, Fort. Save sucess] Romar manages to shake the chilling effect of the vampire's strike.
Yuri unleashes a series of mental energy blasts against the other combatants. [Energy Missile. Nightmare Success, Orcs Fail. Damage Roll = 15] The orcs take the full brunt of the blast while the nightmare seems unaffected.
In reaction, the Nightmare stomps, it's flaming hooves lighting the ground beneath it. It is a striking visage of the real horse Romar has chased so far, but gaunt and dark as night...truly evil. It rushes only to meet the steel horse head on. [Yes, the ironclad horses can fight on their own. Act last as constructs.] [Nightmare Attacks = 13, 24] One fiery hoof bounces off the constructs hide, causing a slight dent. [Damage Roll = 8]
The Orcs do little, aside from a mindless charge across the grasses towards Romar and Yuri. [Attack Rolls vs. Romar = 8, 14] Both miss horribly, too focused on staying upright.
[Romar, you want your mount to do anything?]
[Initiative: Romar, Hirsuthe, Yuri, The Nightmare, The Orc-Zombies]
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---------OHO-N------
------O---R---H-----
------------------O-
------Y-------------
Y = Yuri
R = Romar
H = Hirsuthe
O = Orc Zombie
N = Nightmare
~ = DeathSpew Fog
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As you make your way, sliding feet first down the crater that was a city, you come to rest on a metal cannister halfway buried in the ground. With a heave, you roll it over, brining it to rest on another one. A hard tug of the metal latch, the door swings open and a limp body falls out.
It's Delomme.
He's battered, but otherwise breathing an in tact. He moans, bringing his hands to his head and rubbing his ears.
"Oooooohhhhhh! That's gonna hurt for a while..."
The Elven leader slips from the cannister, still clutching the leathr tube holding the schematics for 'Fortress-Breaker'. He begins to chuckle to himself a bit, rolling onto his stomach in an effort to stand. The men in the cannister with him pour out like liquid, in much the same fashion.
Delomme takes a look around, his eyes still trying to desperately focus and take in the devastation.
"I take it we annihilated the SlaughterFog? How did the others fare?"
You look to your companions as they pull people from the metal cylinders scattered about like garbage. Some are battered, a few are so badly beaten that even Callian's healing can't save them - but for the majority, the townspeople have survived.
Delomme gets to work immediately, pulling others from wreckage and helping them to stand upright. At one point, in your damage recovery, you see him pull a child with a broken leg from a shell and walk him to the top of the crater without slipping, an impressive feat of strength. He returns and digs away the door of another container, pulling it open.
Even from this distance, you can hear him begin to sob.
Shattering the illusion that Elves are emotionless and stoic, Delomme begins to outright pour tears into the blackened dirt. He leans, head hanging low over the cannister and continues for some time.
As you near to invesitigate, you see a small crimson trickle - like a ruby tear of pain - slowly leak from the open hatch. Whatever is inside, did not survive and came to a horrible ending. Peering inside, no amount of artocities this war has afforded prepare you for this...it was full of children and one woman to watch them - cradle them as they cried.
None of them survived intact...no longer complete.
The blast must bave battered their shell too much for to is hard to identify the number of individuals inhabiting the shell. Delomme, through his tears, lowers his voice to almost an animal-istic growl.
"Should I see them again, I will tear those damned Elves apart...and your friends for running with them. It should have been them, and not these innocent children..."
He bends down and picks up a bloodied childs charm, wrapping it tightly around his wrist. He then closes the hatch, marking it with a stone. 'REST FOREVER YOUNG.'
Brushing this sad tale aside, you go back to working on the removal of all in Cannon's Foot....it will be nightfall before your work here is done.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Ivelliian shows no sign of stopping. Krysta moves to Ivelliian bringing her blades to bear quickly and with deadly efficiency. [Attack Rolls = Nat. 1, Dex Success, 7, and 29 (19 Crit Confirm, success)] The last strike in her attack hits hard, aimed right at the jugular of Ivelliian. [Damage Roll = 14]
Ivelliian is severly wounded. (Down 34)
Girud steps to the front, shouting for his friends to not get in his way. [Readied Action - Stomp]
Mordrock quickly sheathes his blade and pulls his bow free, notching an arrow and aiming it at an Elven elite. He smiles at Krysta, finally feeling useful. Though he does not need to, he tenses and flexes his muscles a bit, to emphasize his atractiveness.
Ivelliian, still standing, spits a bit of blood on the ground and continues to reach for his wand. However, drawing it leaves him open to attack from Galdren and Krysta, both ready to attack. [AoO from Krysta and Galdren for drawing while threatened = 14, 20] Galdren manages to twirl his katanna, facing it down in his palm and slice through Ivelliian with great accuracy. [Damage Roll = 12]
Ivelliian collapses to the ground, his life force leaking from his neck. (-1)
The Elite freeze in place, unsure of what to do. Their 'leader', the one that has most closely associated with Ivelliian and Laucismust steps forward. The others remain in place, the scouts pulling their bows an leveling them across the group. The remainder of the Elite draw fine looking longswords and hold them steady.
A handsome Elf, the leader remains calm and looks directly to Krysta and her 'ultimatum'.
"Laucimust never fully trusted the Queen's choice to bring in outsiders for an empire matter..." The leader looks to the dead Laucimust. "...and, it would seem, with due cause. But she wanted her son protected, so he bowed to her decree."
"However, he counciled her greatly on your visit to our treasury. He wanted to ensure that, should your treachery prove to be too great, we would hold the final counter to it."
The leader smiles, speaking but a single word.
"Ãrollymené..."
You feel your weapons in your hands, the armor and items you wear become heavy. Suddenly clumsy and less weildy. Small sparks fly off in a spray and the items no longer seem to shine or glow.
It appears that the Queen is very coniving and calculating indeed...
The Elite smile and ready to press their attack.
[I paused for drama and re-rolled initiative, giving Galdren a readied action. Hope no one minds.]
[Initiative: Girud and Galdren Readied Mordrock, The Elite, Krysta, The Scouts.]
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-------K--------|
-------12M------|
-----------------|
-----------------|
-----------------|
--SS-------E----|
-EE-----EE----E-|
------E-------E--|
~~~~~~~~~~~~
K = Krysta
M = Mordrock
1 = Girud
2 = Galdren
S = Scout
E = Elven Elite
~ or | = Rock cliff face
[Please keep in mind, all magic from the treasury is not inactive.]
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yuri and Romar - Romar, fueled with a fire he did not know he possesed, crosses the short distance to the vampire and brings it to bear against his chest. [Attack Roll = 29] The blade runs directly across the vampires body. [Damage Roll = 21 (Yeouch!
)] The blade cuts a deep score through tunic and cold flesh.Hirsuthe appears wounded. (Down 21)
The Vampire returns the favor, spitting and spinning into a flurry of attacks. [Attack Rolls = 14, 9 Nat. 20 Crit Confirm, Fail.] A good roundhouse kick lands on Romar's side, nearly knocking the wind from him. [Damage Roll = 9, Fort. Save sucess] Romar manages to shake the chilling effect of the vampire's strike.
Yuri unleashes a series of mental energy blasts against the other combatants. [Energy Missile. Nightmare Success, Orcs Fail. Damage Roll = 15] The orcs take the full brunt of the blast while the nightmare seems unaffected.
In reaction, the Nightmare stomps, it's flaming hooves lighting the ground beneath it. It is a striking visage of the real horse Romar has chased so far, but gaunt and dark as night...truly evil. It rushes only to meet the steel horse head on. [Yes, the ironclad horses can fight on their own. Act last as constructs.] [Nightmare Attacks = 13, 24] One fiery hoof bounces off the constructs hide, causing a slight dent. [Damage Roll = 8]
The Orcs do little, aside from a mindless charge across the grasses towards Romar and Yuri. [Attack Rolls vs. Romar = 8, 14] Both miss horribly, too focused on staying upright.
[Romar, you want your mount to do anything?]
[Initiative: Romar, Hirsuthe, Yuri, The Nightmare, The Orc-Zombies]
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---------OHO-N------
------O---R---H-----
------------------O-
------Y-------------
Y = Yuri
R = Romar
H = Hirsuthe
O = Orc Zombie
N = Nightmare
~ = DeathSpew Fog
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Damn it KMan. So much for our fair chance. <sigh> 
