Haha, did my limp-wristed critical kill that one then?
Initiative:
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a +3 modifier
15 + 3
Taking a five foot step back. Repositioning the badger out of my way. Gonna try and catch as many little bastards in my burning hands as possible, particularly the new crowd. DC is 16.
Damage:
Dice Roller3 D4s rolled
1
1
2
Dice Roller3 D4s rolled
2
1
3
Dice Roller3 D4s rolled
4
1
4
Dice Roller3 D4s rolled
2
2
1
Dice Roller3 D4s rolled
1
4
3
Dice Roller3 D4s rolled
1
4
3
I shouldn't catch the buildings on fire but if I do we'll just have to extinguish them. :x
Badger moved in front of Haldi and attacks the remaining goblin should it be so remaining:
Claw:
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a +4 modifier
20 + 4
Damage:
Dice Roller1 D2 rolled with a -1 modifier
2 - 1
Claw:
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a +4 modifier
8 + 4
Damage:
Dice Roller1 D2 rolled with a -1 modifier
1 - 1
Bite:
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a -1 modifier
3 - 1
Damage:
Dice Roller1 D3 rolled with a -1 modifier
2 - 1
Then the thing disappears.
"Oh hell no," Atram says with his characteristic attitude, then feeds the newcomers some flame.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Goblin #6 seems to decide it's had enough after Haldi rips his partner in half. He turns and begins to run.
Ryttare again swings her short, curved blade at goblin #2.
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a +5 modifier
5 + 5
Damage
Dice Roller1 D6 rolled with a +1 modifier
2 + 1
Her blade catches the goblin in a glancing blow, but the wounds of the creature seem to have finally added up, and he collapses into the snow.
Kosj opens his mouth and a blinding flash of forked electricity blasts across the battlefield into the goblins surrounding Reynard's fallen form.
Warriors:
Dice Roller3 D20s rolled with a +1 modifier
14 + 1
19 + 1
14 + 1
Rogues:
Dice Roller3 D20s rolled with a +5 modifier
12 + 5
18 + 5
7 + 5
Goblins #5 and #9 hit the ground, their bodies burned and their muscles spasming. Two of the goblin rogues are caught in the lightning blast. The other one leaps nimbly out of the path of the breath weapon.
Again, goblin #2 screams and swings his mace brutally at Ryttare.
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a +3 modifier
15 + 3
Damage
Dice Roller1 D6 rolled
3
Atram unleashes a spinning cone of fire into the group around Reynard, inadvertently igniting the buildings behind them. As the fire spreads through the wooden structures, the goblins caught in the blast desperately try to leap out of the way of the fiery cone.
All the goblin warriors die no matter what, due to the combined damage from the lightning breath and the cone of fire.
Goblin rogue saves:
Dice Roller3 D20s rolled with a +5 modifier
12 + 5
11 + 5
3 + 5
All three of the rogues nimbly roll out of the way, dodging the attack entirely.
Haldi's scythe flashes in the glare of the burning buildings as it plunges toward one of the rogues standing over Reynard. The barbarian strikes true once again, and another goblin falls to his hungry scythe.
As goblin #6 flees the field, there is an unexpected sound: Hoofbeats. From the edge of the building an armored figure on a horse plows into the side of the goblin, a lance impaling the creature before it goes more than ten feet.
There are more hoofbeats, and a second rider follows the first. From atop its horse, the figure fires a pair of quick shots into the weaker of the goblin rogues, and the goblin collapses with an arrow through its throat.
Three more forms appear from around the side of the building, this time on foot. The shortest of the group lifts a bow, and fires a single arrow into the shoulder of the last goblin standing. The tallest of the forms points his finger at the creature and a lance of fire, brighter and more concentrated than a standard fire spell, plows into the goblin. It screams for a moment as the fire consumes it. When the light fades, there is nothing left of the goblin but its equipment and ash.
The lance-wielding figure on the horse slowly approaches. The rider, in a male voice, says "Is everyone alright? We heard the sounds of fighting and thought we could help."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Haldi looks around in disbelief, an mounting anger, as the newcomers dispatch of the last shreds of entertainment
"You.... you....YOU!!!!!........" he belows with rage as he lets out a primal scream, stronger than thunder, at the newcomers.
As the rage and battle lust seeps away from him Haldi leans more and more on his Scythe, taking deep breaths and finally feeling the effect of unleashing such unrestrained power.
"you.... took... away....my fun" he says while catching his breath.
Private Mod Note
():
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Quote from »
Call me old fashioned, but an evil ascension to power just isn't the same without someone chanting faux Latin in the background.
Oreo, Glazing people better than Dunkin' Donuts since 2009
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
The lance-wielding man retreats a few steps further from Haldi as the rage nearly overtakes him. The other horse-mounted figure slowly approaches to his right, longbow half drawn in a defensive position.
"I'd get back a little more, brother," the bow-wielding rider says in an amused male voice. "The one with the scythe seems kind of unstable."
With an effort of will and concentration, Atram manages to extinguish the fire burning the wooden building.
Kosj looks at the fallen form of Reynard, and sees that there is no way he survived his wounds. The goblin's daggers plunged too deep and with an unnerving accuracy. The two stab wounds in his chest pierced a lung and his heart. The one in back is directly aligned with Reynard's spine. He would have been killed almost the same moment the knives connected.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
"I have half a mind of turning that horse and you into dwarfs" Haldi says as he stands steady once more, clearly a forced act, but but he is not about to back down from anyone specially not cowards who overcome their opponents from the height of horses and not with their own strength and skills.
"You took the kills that had been proclaimed for Haldi Firlgensbani and my companions, you will now open your hearth and share mead and meal or face my Scythe as i seek restitution, such is the way of the Clans of the North, now name yourselves, you who fight like women atop of horses"
Private Mod Note
():
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Quote from »
Call me old fashioned, but an evil ascension to power just isn't the same without someone chanting faux Latin in the background.
Oreo, Glazing people better than Dunkin' Donuts since 2009
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
The last shred of color drained from Reynard's face.
=-=-=-=-=
A young man in shining, silver armor stepped forward. His eyes were the color of the sky, and his hair was as red as the flames that had just leaped from his fingers. He walked within range of Haldi's scythe, removed his shield, and offered his left, now unguarded, hand.
"Name's Cyrus, kind sir. As I'm sure you noticed, not all of us are dainty women who fight with a beast between our legs." As he finished the last line, Cyrus gave Haldi a playful little wink.
"Life should be had only once, and never returned lest the gods themselves will it, so I object desecrating a good warrior but he is not my Kin so my objection is not binding by oath of vengance" Haldi says to Kosj before taking Cyrus hand "You are bold to offer your shield hand, even with my left i could sever it with one swift stroke, whether you have the skills to back up that boldness will be what tells if your claim is correct"
Private Mod Note
():
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Quote from »
Call me old fashioned, but an evil ascension to power just isn't the same without someone chanting faux Latin in the background.
Oreo, Glazing people better than Dunkin' Donuts since 2009
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
Resurrection is extremely rare; not to mention expensive as all hell. Only the most powerful (and therefore very very uncommon) priest would be willing to cast it. And even then, they'd ask for something in return. Either a huge donation to their temple, or a quest to further their temples goals.
The men watch Cyrus with bemused expressions. They give each other a glance, then smoothly dismount their horses.
The taller of the pair places his lance into a holster on his horse's flank, then straps a longsword to his side. As he walks forward, he shifts his heavy shield from his left arm to his back. As he gets closer, his features are no longer shrouded by the snow.
The man looks to be in his late thirties, or maybe early fourties, and human. He's got short-cropped brown hair and kind eyes, also brown. His features are strong and noble-looking, though not overtly handsome. Seeming to ignore the banter between Haldi and Cyrus, he gives the group a precise bow.
"My name is Sir Vaihan, a knight of Vale and the lord of the garrison of Sarez. My condolences on losing your friend. I wish we could have been here sooner. We do not have a priest, and I don't know of any who would be capable of bringing your friend back. Raising someone from death is not something done lightly, nor is it something that can be done easily."
The shorter rider strides forward, an arrow still knocked in his bow, but pointing at the ground and not drawn. He also has brown hair, the same color as Vaihan's but longer and messier. His eyes are almost identical to Vaihan's, but touched with more humor.
He even looks something like Vaihan, though obviously a decade or more younger than the knight. He could still be in his late twenties, and lacks the strength of Vaihan's features. He makes up for it by being extremely handsome and much more dangerous-looking. He moves like a hunting cat, all leonin grace and stored energy.
"You're too trusting, brother," he says to Vaihan. "And you're all pomp and ceremony. It's annoying, and it's gonna get you killed one day. Name's Sir Marcus. Like my brother, I'm a knight of Vale and a commander of Sarez garrison. Unlike my brother, I'm not so trusting of strangers. If you make a move that I don't like, I'll put an arrow in your throat and ask questions later."
Vaihan gives Marcus a sharp look, and says "You'll do no such thing. I'm the senior knight and your elder, and I'm telling you that you will not harm them. None of them have an aura of evil around them." With an almost sheepish glance at the party, Vaihan adds "I checked."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Cyrus held Haldi's hand with a firm grasp, looked the barbarian in his eye, and gave a nod of respect.
He then turned to his fellows and rolled his eyes at their debate. He said, "Look, I just offered an unguarded hand to their fiercest warrior. If they had any intention of attacking us, I would already be bleeding."
"Enough of this banter, mead and veal to pay for your dishonor, warmth of the hearth to earn our trust, blood spilled in combat to earn our friendship" he states to Vaihan, the strength returning to him slowly as he manages to keep his stance with less and less of a strain.
Since we are out of combat i am just RP'ing the period of fatigue, im assuming thats ok... also i dont like Marcus, he is now in my black list
Private Mod Note
():
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Quote from »
Call me old fashioned, but an evil ascension to power just isn't the same without someone chanting faux Latin in the background.
Oreo, Glazing people better than Dunkin' Donuts since 2009
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
Marcus rolls his eyes at Cyrus. "That's assuming they all share the same goals and motivations. The warrior might not have any intention of harming you, but can you say they same for them all? That said... they do seem decent enough. And if Vaihan says they aren't evil, I believe him."
"I'm sorry, sir warrior," says a soft female voice directed to Haldi, as the second figure who shot an arrow at the goblin fluidly steps from the shadows of the tavern where she had apparently hid herself after the fight. She's a strikingly beautiful woman, wearing loose black clothing and with a blade strapped to her back and a bow in hand. "There doesn't appear to be any mead or veal to be eaten. I think the goblins must have eaten it. Oh, excuse my lack of manners. I am Karah."
She looks around. "And where has Aris gone?"
"I am here," says a grumpy-sounding man's voice. "Not that anyone noticed when I wasn't involving myself in the conversation."
A thin, middle-aged man in mage's robes stands at the corner of the building.
Vaihan rolls his eyes. "Meet Karah and Aris, the final two members of our group. Karah is... very sneaky. Aris is our source of information and a professional at researching anything we might need to know. Not to mention his skill at weaving defensive magics."
Marcus also rolls his eyes, in the same manner as Vaihan. "Save the day? You had aleady broken the back of the beasts. We didn't need to do anything besides watch you mop them up. But, silly us, we thought you might want a little help so you wouldn't sustain any further injury. Next time, we'll be sure give them an opportunity to slice your arm off before we shoot them."
"Sir Marcus," Vaihan barks in a tone of absolute authority, heavily emphasizing the 'sir', "You are a knight of the realm, and a ranking commander of fully half the troops of the garrison of Sarez. You will show proper manners befitting a man of your rank and title."
Marcus shoots Vaihan a sullen glare, but tellingly he shuts his mouth and retreats a step back with a shallow bow to his brother. "As you say, commander."
"I appologize for my brother's lack of respect," Vaihan says to the party, more specifically to Kosj. "He lets his emotions speak more often than his brain."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
"I am no knight nor lord, just 'warrior' will do, as for the mead and veal worry not, your hearth will provide it well enough i am sure for i was not thinking of using the hearth of these weaklings but yours" Haldi says towards Karah.
"A man should speak freely, a coward should speak freely but not be surprised when he is laughed out of the feast" Haldi says to Vaihan, but more pointedly to Marcus.
Private Mod Note
():
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Quote from »
Call me old fashioned, but an evil ascension to power just isn't the same without someone chanting faux Latin in the background.
Oreo, Glazing people better than Dunkin' Donuts since 2009
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
Karah gives Haldi a stunning smile. "I'm sorry, mister warrior, but I'm already sharing my hearth."
She slowly walks to Marcus, and nestles herself around him with another smile at Haldi.
Vaihan shoots a warning look at Marcus, who wisely keeps his mouth shut. "We come from different worlds, warrior. Where you have freedom and feasts, we have tradition and discipline. We are as likely to disregard our code of conduct as you are to sell yourself into slavery."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Haha, did my limp-wristed critical kill that one then?
Initiative:
Taking a five foot step back. Repositioning the badger out of my way. Gonna try and catch as many little bastards in my burning hands as possible, particularly the new crowd. DC is 16.
Damage:
I shouldn't catch the buildings on fire but if I do we'll just have to extinguish them. :x
Badger moved in front of Haldi and attacks the remaining goblin should it be so remaining:
Claw:
Damage:
Claw:
Damage:
Bite:
Damage:
Then the thing disappears.
"Oh hell no," Atram says with his characteristic attitude, then feeds the newcomers some flame.
The map doesn't reflect the next round or any actions taken until everyone posts.
So are you attacking the one with your morningstar, or are you casting burning hands? You can only do one of those during the next round.
You don't have to roll initiative or anything. The same battle is still going on, there are just three new combatants thrown in.
{Magic: The RPG}
Sorry, I thought we were in the next round.
Well, um, I'll go with the burning hands I'd say.
Atram sez:
"Honey, you couldn't afford it."
The fabulousness of drag queen mages will not be denied, even by the uncivilized.
Wow, what a disturbing conversation I just wandered in on.
{Magic: The RPG}
Yeah, I'm not even getting started yet.
Ryttare again swings her short, curved blade at goblin #2.
Kosj opens his mouth and a blinding flash of forked electricity blasts across the battlefield into the goblins surrounding Reynard's fallen form.
Rogues:
Again, goblin #2 screams and swings his mace brutally at Ryttare.
Atram unleashes a spinning cone of fire into the group around Reynard, inadvertently igniting the buildings behind them. As the fire spreads through the wooden structures, the goblins caught in the blast desperately try to leap out of the way of the fiery cone.
Goblin rogue saves:
Haldi's scythe flashes in the glare of the burning buildings as it plunges toward one of the rogues standing over Reynard. The barbarian strikes true once again, and another goblin falls to his hungry scythe.
As goblin #6 flees the field, there is an unexpected sound: Hoofbeats. From the edge of the building an armored figure on a horse plows into the side of the goblin, a lance impaling the creature before it goes more than ten feet.
There are more hoofbeats, and a second rider follows the first. From atop its horse, the figure fires a pair of quick shots into the weaker of the goblin rogues, and the goblin collapses with an arrow through its throat.
Three more forms appear from around the side of the building, this time on foot. The shortest of the group lifts a bow, and fires a single arrow into the shoulder of the last goblin standing. The tallest of the forms points his finger at the creature and a lance of fire, brighter and more concentrated than a standard fire spell, plows into the goblin. It screams for a moment as the fire consumes it. When the light fades, there is nothing left of the goblin but its equipment and ash.
The lance-wielding figure on the horse slowly approaches. The rider, in a male voice, says "Is everyone alright? We heard the sounds of fighting and thought we could help."
{Magic: The RPG}
"You.... you....YOU!!!!!........" he belows with rage as he lets out a primal scream, stronger than thunder, at the newcomers.
As the rage and battle lust seeps away from him Haldi leans more and more on his Scythe, taking deep breaths and finally feeling the effect of unleashing such unrestrained power.
"you.... took... away....my fun" he says while catching his breath.
"I'd get back a little more, brother," the bow-wielding rider says in an amused male voice. "The one with the scythe seems kind of unstable."
With an effort of will and concentration, Atram manages to extinguish the fire burning the wooden building.
Kosj looks at the fallen form of Reynard, and sees that there is no way he survived his wounds. The goblin's daggers plunged too deep and with an unnerving accuracy. The two stab wounds in his chest pierced a lung and his heart. The one in back is directly aligned with Reynard's spine. He would have been killed almost the same moment the knives connected.
{Magic: The RPG}
"You took the kills that had been proclaimed for Haldi Firlgensbani and my companions, you will now open your hearth and share mead and meal or face my Scythe as i seek restitution, such is the way of the Clans of the North, now name yourselves, you who fight like women atop of horses"
He gives a smoldering glance at the horsemen.
"Is there a priest in your number? We have a man down."
=-=-=-=-=
A young man in shining, silver armor stepped forward. His eyes were the color of the sky, and his hair was as red as the flames that had just leaped from his fingers. He walked within range of Haldi's scythe, removed his shield, and offered his left, now unguarded, hand.
"Name's Cyrus, kind sir. As I'm sure you noticed, not all of us are dainty women who fight with a beast between our legs." As he finished the last line, Cyrus gave Haldi a playful little wink.
Resurrection is extremely rare; not to mention expensive as all hell. Only the most powerful (and therefore very very uncommon) priest would be willing to cast it. And even then, they'd ask for something in return. Either a huge donation to their temple, or a quest to further their temples goals.
The men watch Cyrus with bemused expressions. They give each other a glance, then smoothly dismount their horses.
The taller of the pair places his lance into a holster on his horse's flank, then straps a longsword to his side. As he walks forward, he shifts his heavy shield from his left arm to his back. As he gets closer, his features are no longer shrouded by the snow.
The man looks to be in his late thirties, or maybe early fourties, and human. He's got short-cropped brown hair and kind eyes, also brown. His features are strong and noble-looking, though not overtly handsome. Seeming to ignore the banter between Haldi and Cyrus, he gives the group a precise bow.
"My name is Sir Vaihan, a knight of Vale and the lord of the garrison of Sarez. My condolences on losing your friend. I wish we could have been here sooner. We do not have a priest, and I don't know of any who would be capable of bringing your friend back. Raising someone from death is not something done lightly, nor is it something that can be done easily."
The shorter rider strides forward, an arrow still knocked in his bow, but pointing at the ground and not drawn. He also has brown hair, the same color as Vaihan's but longer and messier. His eyes are almost identical to Vaihan's, but touched with more humor.
He even looks something like Vaihan, though obviously a decade or more younger than the knight. He could still be in his late twenties, and lacks the strength of Vaihan's features. He makes up for it by being extremely handsome and much more dangerous-looking. He moves like a hunting cat, all leonin grace and stored energy.
"You're too trusting, brother," he says to Vaihan. "And you're all pomp and ceremony. It's annoying, and it's gonna get you killed one day. Name's Sir Marcus. Like my brother, I'm a knight of Vale and a commander of Sarez garrison. Unlike my brother, I'm not so trusting of strangers. If you make a move that I don't like, I'll put an arrow in your throat and ask questions later."
Vaihan gives Marcus a sharp look, and says "You'll do no such thing. I'm the senior knight and your elder, and I'm telling you that you will not harm them. None of them have an aura of evil around them." With an almost sheepish glance at the party, Vaihan adds "I checked."
{Magic: The RPG}
He then turned to his fellows and rolled his eyes at their debate. He said, "Look, I just offered an unguarded hand to their fiercest warrior. If they had any intention of attacking us, I would already be bleeding."
"I'm sorry, sir warrior," says a soft female voice directed to Haldi, as the second figure who shot an arrow at the goblin fluidly steps from the shadows of the tavern where she had apparently hid herself after the fight. She's a strikingly beautiful woman, wearing loose black clothing and with a blade strapped to her back and a bow in hand. "There doesn't appear to be any mead or veal to be eaten. I think the goblins must have eaten it. Oh, excuse my lack of manners. I am Karah."
She looks around. "And where has Aris gone?"
"I am here," says a grumpy-sounding man's voice. "Not that anyone noticed when I wasn't involving myself in the conversation."
A thin, middle-aged man in mage's robes stands at the corner of the building.
Vaihan rolls his eyes. "Meet Karah and Aris, the final two members of our group. Karah is... very sneaky. Aris is our source of information and a professional at researching anything we might need to know. Not to mention his skill at weaving defensive magics."
Marcus also rolls his eyes, in the same manner as Vaihan. "Save the day? You had aleady broken the back of the beasts. We didn't need to do anything besides watch you mop them up. But, silly us, we thought you might want a little help so you wouldn't sustain any further injury. Next time, we'll be sure give them an opportunity to slice your arm off before we shoot them."
"Sir Marcus," Vaihan barks in a tone of absolute authority, heavily emphasizing the 'sir', "You are a knight of the realm, and a ranking commander of fully half the troops of the garrison of Sarez. You will show proper manners befitting a man of your rank and title."
Marcus shoots Vaihan a sullen glare, but tellingly he shuts his mouth and retreats a step back with a shallow bow to his brother. "As you say, commander."
"I appologize for my brother's lack of respect," Vaihan says to the party, more specifically to Kosj. "He lets his emotions speak more often than his brain."
{Magic: The RPG}
"A man should speak freely, a coward should speak freely but not be surprised when he is laughed out of the feast" Haldi says to Vaihan, but more pointedly to Marcus.
She slowly walks to Marcus, and nestles herself around him with another smile at Haldi.
Vaihan shoots a warning look at Marcus, who wisely keeps his mouth shut. "We come from different worlds, warrior. Where you have freedom and feasts, we have tradition and discipline. We are as likely to disregard our code of conduct as you are to sell yourself into slavery."
{Magic: The RPG}