Post by K Man on Jan 23, 2006 11:58:19 GMT -5
{Sorry guys, I bet you're anxious to get this going huh?}
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Romar -
Romar takes a step back and sprinkles a bit of silvery powder into the air, protecting himself from the inherent evil that is this vampire. He will no longer be able to dominate with his gaze, nor will his fight be easy...[Protection from Evil, Assuming Hirsuthe is Evil. ]
Hirsuthe smiles as he watches the gestures.
"Ahh...the mouse has new tricks..."
But he does not hesitate to lunge again. [5ft Step to threaten, Attack Rolls = 19/18] Both slams miss, and Hirsuthe hisses through clenched teeth...
{Initative: You, Hirsuthe}
<<<LEGEND>>>
H = Hirsuthe
R = Romar
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Irris and Tineniel -
Irris mentions his plan to Telena and she frowns.
"Our people have already taken to the canyon walls Irris. They are as high as they can go."
You recall, that in fact the plan was to flood the canyon walls with soldiers and trap the Elves.
"And I don't know how we can lift this Irris. It must weigh a ton or more."
"By the gods I'm willing to try, but I don't think we can do it alone...."
She looks to you for guidance.
Tineniel -
Moving higher into the sky, avoiding the keen eyes of the Elven archers, you focus on the untouched mage. He's surrounded by a few archers and soldiers, all training their eyes to the sky. Smiling, you send a little present his way...[Fireball]
The ground errupts into flame and chaos. Soldiers are sent flying and the boom is heard throughout the desert. [REF Save for mage = Success, For surrounding Soldiers = Failure, Damage Roll = 21 (10 for half)] Though devastating, most of the Elves remain and they increase their efforts to find you...
[Spellcraft check to determine source = Failure] They keep looking...
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Those in the fortress -
{Nah. Centering on himself wouldn't always deny you SR, I figured I would give you the benefit of the doubt. Plus I was trying to keep you alive. }
Galdren focuses his energies, driving down the tips of his blades and into 'The Masters' form. [Attack Rolls = 21/25] In a series of nothing less than expert blows, Galdren slashes into the skeleton multiple times. [Damage Rolls = 12/16 (2,6 are fire damage, ignored right now, but counts against resistance total)]
Once the blades are done whirling, the skeleton within the armor is shattered. Bits of ivory bone fly out of the now ripped armor, scattering across the stone floor with a 'chinking' sound...
'The Master' stumbles back, holding what remains of his arm against his chest. You imagine, that if the soul-less skull had eyes, they would look shocked right now. You imagine, that if you could hear his thoughts, they would be screaming;
NO! This cannot be! I am forever...you are weak! This is not how it shall end!
But the unhinged jaw provides no sound.
Just as the last of the orbs of hail and snow pound the stone floor, 'The Master' collapses and his parts scatter across the room. The fortress itself stops rumbling along, clearly the colossus outside no longer receiving instruction.
All is silent...almost eerily so.
Alton, in a panic, moves to the side of his huge companion Girud. He quickly fumbles for a potion and downs the contents into the unbreathing giants' throat. [CLW Roll = 9] Coughing and sputtering, Girud slowly rolls around, brought back to life...
All of you slow yourselves down, trying to take inventory of what has happened. 'The Masters' lifeless form remains still. He does not move...
....but still, you cannot help but feel that was far too easy.
[Re-Form Roll = 6]
Map;
<<<Legend>>>
± = Unholy Throne
§ = The Body of Mordrock
x = 'THE MASTER'
(StoneSkin HP Left 00/150) - OUT OF STONESKIN!
(Protection from Energy, Fire HP Left = 00/120) OUT OF FIRE RESISTANCE!
(Protection from Energy, Sonic HP Left = 120/120)
(Protection from Energy, Acid HP Left = 120/120)
[Real HP -18/153]
G = Girud
OO
OO = Righteous Might Garor (Large-Size)
R = Galdren
K = Krysta
Y = Yuri
T = Alton
A = Adelia
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Romar -
Romar takes a step back and sprinkles a bit of silvery powder into the air, protecting himself from the inherent evil that is this vampire. He will no longer be able to dominate with his gaze, nor will his fight be easy...[Protection from Evil, Assuming Hirsuthe is Evil. ]
Hirsuthe smiles as he watches the gestures.
"Ahh...the mouse has new tricks..."
But he does not hesitate to lunge again. [5ft Step to threaten, Attack Rolls = 19/18] Both slams miss, and Hirsuthe hisses through clenched teeth...
{Initative: You, Hirsuthe}
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<<<LEGEND>>>
H = Hirsuthe
R = Romar
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Irris and Tineniel -
Irris mentions his plan to Telena and she frowns.
"Our people have already taken to the canyon walls Irris. They are as high as they can go."
You recall, that in fact the plan was to flood the canyon walls with soldiers and trap the Elves.
"And I don't know how we can lift this Irris. It must weigh a ton or more."
"By the gods I'm willing to try, but I don't think we can do it alone...."
She looks to you for guidance.
Tineniel -
Moving higher into the sky, avoiding the keen eyes of the Elven archers, you focus on the untouched mage. He's surrounded by a few archers and soldiers, all training their eyes to the sky. Smiling, you send a little present his way...[Fireball]
The ground errupts into flame and chaos. Soldiers are sent flying and the boom is heard throughout the desert. [REF Save for mage = Success, For surrounding Soldiers = Failure, Damage Roll = 21 (10 for half)] Though devastating, most of the Elves remain and they increase their efforts to find you...
[Spellcraft check to determine source = Failure] They keep looking...
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Those in the fortress -
{Two miscalculations KMan. One: Centering the spell on himself the Master avoids the necessity of targeting my SR (not that it matters). Two: Girud had 20/68 HP left, now he has -7/68, he's not swinging anything for now.}
{Nah. Centering on himself wouldn't always deny you SR, I figured I would give you the benefit of the doubt. Plus I was trying to keep you alive. }
Galdren focuses his energies, driving down the tips of his blades and into 'The Masters' form. [Attack Rolls = 21/25] In a series of nothing less than expert blows, Galdren slashes into the skeleton multiple times. [Damage Rolls = 12/16 (2,6 are fire damage, ignored right now, but counts against resistance total)]
Once the blades are done whirling, the skeleton within the armor is shattered. Bits of ivory bone fly out of the now ripped armor, scattering across the stone floor with a 'chinking' sound...
'The Master' stumbles back, holding what remains of his arm against his chest. You imagine, that if the soul-less skull had eyes, they would look shocked right now. You imagine, that if you could hear his thoughts, they would be screaming;
NO! This cannot be! I am forever...you are weak! This is not how it shall end!
But the unhinged jaw provides no sound.
Just as the last of the orbs of hail and snow pound the stone floor, 'The Master' collapses and his parts scatter across the room. The fortress itself stops rumbling along, clearly the colossus outside no longer receiving instruction.
All is silent...almost eerily so.
Alton, in a panic, moves to the side of his huge companion Girud. He quickly fumbles for a potion and downs the contents into the unbreathing giants' throat. [CLW Roll = 9] Coughing and sputtering, Girud slowly rolls around, brought back to life...
All of you slow yourselves down, trying to take inventory of what has happened. 'The Masters' lifeless form remains still. He does not move...
....but still, you cannot help but feel that was far too easy.
[Re-Form Roll = 6]
Map;
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<<<Legend>>>
± = Unholy Throne
§ = The Body of Mordrock
x = 'THE MASTER'
(StoneSkin HP Left 00/150) - OUT OF STONESKIN!
(Protection from Energy, Fire HP Left = 00/120) OUT OF FIRE RESISTANCE!
(Protection from Energy, Sonic HP Left = 120/120)
(Protection from Energy, Acid HP Left = 120/120)
[Real HP -18/153]
G = Girud
OO
OO = Righteous Might Garor (Large-Size)
R = Galdren
K = Krysta
Y = Yuri
T = Alton
A = Adelia