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X = Rock Wall
O = Crevasse (80’ deep)
In the same quiet murmur, "Not there yet. If you want to get f%#~ed, sweetie, you need to work a bit harder." Melinda accentuates her words by dipping into Zaiobe's wetness, a finger sliding in. Her other hand works at the over-sensitized nubbin as Mel raises her finger to her own lips and sucks it.
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. = 5’ square ground
X = Rock Wall
O = Crevasse (80’ deep)
U = Headless Undead
M = Melinda (and Xanderghul)
R = Rhost
H = Hrunndalf
A = Alaric
L = Liothonae
Y = Myriana
K = Kalimac (on Attatoq)
S = Shalelu
Z = Zaiobe
The headless undead are all surrounded by strange, misty wisps of some kind of fog that give them concealment
Identify what kind of undead: Religion roll
Mel religion (+2 from Xander)
Alaric motions for more.
"Well, that first night we pretty much, uh, passed out. But we've been friendly since then, and talked about the possibility," he says. "I don't think she had ... considered me in that light before."
Alaric reaches into his pack and produces a bottle of Varisian spirits. "And when you want to try again, here's some fuel."
With a smile Mel does move in, fully expecting Hrunndalf to take a swing at her when she gets close. She did not expect him to close his eyes and swing wildly. He misses, the blow going wide, but Mel stops her own action.
Concern on her face, she says simply, "איך אָפּגעבן."
And then she starts to walk back over to Ameiko and Kalimac.
Melinda's sudden change of heart also saps the combat spirit from Hrunndalf. He looks confused at first, but then his gaze catches Melinda's belly. "I wasn't going to hurt the baby, if that's what you were thinking. I was just trying to get a hold of you. Grappling seemed like the only long-term solution against those spectral images and against your mobility."
"It did kinda get out of hand, though. Perhaps we should keep our training on a more... dispassionate level." He dismisses a spell, and shrinks back to his regular size. "In the future, if you need to blow off steam, how about I just focus on defense. That way perhaps I'll last long enough to exhaust you, and there's no danger to the baby."
She pulls Alaric closer to her with one hand, her nipples brushing against his chest, her other hand still moving below, in the warm water, doing her best to be very, very convincing.
"Mummies? You have got to be @#*!ing kidding me."
"Rhost, please don't go running off until after I touch you. Okay?" Mel's cheerful voice despite the presence of the horrible headless abominations. "Cause I don't want to be anywhere near the soul sucking wisps the mummies have."
Mel hops forward pulling a wand from her holster. She lays a hand on Rhost's back and his muscles bulge, the veins under the skin looking slightly green.
init:
Alaric laughs. "We were pretty drunk that night. Mel and I ended up looking up at the stars. I didn't tell her at the time, but I'm glad we didn't try anything, what with the probability of whiskey @#*!. Even if nothing happens, it's good that you two got to know one another a little better."
Alaric reaches into his pack and produces a bottle of Varisian spirits. "And when you want to try again, here's some fuel."
Sandru grins. "Did you bring along an endless supply of that stuff?"
Headless Wardens
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AURA OF DESPAIR DC 17 WILL
Note DR 5/-
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MUMMY ROT DC 17 FORT
Spirit Wisps To Hit
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Shalelu
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Zaiobe
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Shalelu's possible fumble:
Melinda's sudden change of heart also saps the combat spirit from Hrunndalf. He looks confused at first, but then his gaze catches Melinda's belly. "I wasn't going to hurt the baby, if that's what you were thinking. I was just trying to get a hold of you. Grappling seemed like the only long-term solution against those spectral images and against your mobility."
"It did kinda get out of hand, though. Perhaps we should keep our training on a more... dispassionate level." He dismisses a spell, and shrinks back to his regular size. "In the future, if you need to blow off steam, how about I just focus on defense. That way perhaps I'll last long enough to exhaust you, and there's no danger to the baby."
Mel shakes her head, a smile on her lips. "Wasn't sure what you intended, but with your eyes closed... Which is a fantastic means to bypass the images, by the way... you couldn't know where you would grab me." A little seriousness in her voice. "I promised Alaric and it isn't worth the risk to Milena."
She shrugs, "And you are probably right about grappling being the best choice to counter me, but that isn't always the reason you spar." She smiles, "I mean, if the point was winning, hitting you with an enervation or two would be the easiest way to counter your armor and divine casting." She shrugs, "It isn't always about the best solution." She chuckles, "And honestly, in comparison to you and Rhost, I suck in melee combat. You probably didn't have to work so hard to defend yourself."
At his offer, Mel snorts, "I'll stick to Rhost. Swinging and hitting nothing but steel doesn't exactly improve my mood." She grins, "And if all I want to do is hurt my fists, I'd punch a wall."
Hrunndalf casts Divine Power on himself and advances to threaten the two nearest corpses.
Possible AoOs:
Þrumublað, two-handed, -2/+6 Power Attack, +3/+3 Divine Power:
To hit: (crit )
Damage: (crit )
. . . plus electric.
Miss chance:
To hit: (crit )
Damage: (crit )
. . . plus electric.
Miss chance:
"Aastatuhande poolt ja krevette!" spits Kalimac at the sight of the undead. "Myri has the right idea: I hate undead!"
Mel shakes her head, a smile on her lips. "Wasn't sure what you intended, but with your eyes closed... Which is a fantastic means to bypass the images, by the way... you couldn't know where you would grab me." A little seriousness in her voice. "I promised Alaric and it isn't worth the risk to Milena."
She shrugs, "And you are probably right about grappling being the best choice to counter me, but that isn't always the reason you spar." She smiles, "I mean, if the point was winning, hitting you with an enervation or two would be the easiest way to counter your armor and divine casting." She shrugs, "It isn't always about the best solution." She chuckles, "And honestly, in comparison to you and Rhost, I suck in melee combat. You probably didn't have to work so hard to defend yourself."
At his offer, Mel snorts, "I'll stick to Rhost. Swinging and hitting nothing but steel doesn't exactly improve my mood." She grins, "And if all I want to do is hurt my fists, I'd punch a wall."
"You know, Mel, I've been wondering why you haven't asked about sparring with me. I may be shorter than you, but I'm fairly sure I can give you a run for your money."
Gazing deeply into Mel's hooded eyes: "Re... re... ready."
Mel shakes her head, a smile on her lips. "Wasn't sure what you intended, but with your eyes closed... Which is a fantastic means to bypass the images, by the way... you couldn't know where you would grab me." A little seriousness in her voice. "I promised Alaric and it isn't worth the risk to Milena."
He nods, then realizes what Melinda just said. "Milena. Good name."
She shrugs, "And you are probably right about grappling being the best choice to counter me, but that isn't always the reason you spar." She smiles, "I mean, if the point was winning, hitting you with an enervation or two would be the easiest way to counter your armor and divine casting."
"That, or the aerial bombardment. You have a lot of options these days."
She shrugs, "It isn't always about the best solution." She chuckles, "And honestly, in comparison to you and Rhost, I suck in melee combat. You probably didn't have to work so hard to defend yourself."
"Don't be so sure of that," Hrunndalf says. "I saw what you did to Rhost. He and I are used to fighting with weapons. Without, we seem to give you an opening whenever we so much as budge. And you have that... dark energy? To lend weight to your punches."
At his offer, Mel snorts, "I'll stick to Rhost. Swinging and hitting nothing but steel doesn't exactly improve my mood." She grins, "And if all I want to do is hurt my fists, I'd punch a wall."
"I could always switch to the leather?" Hrunndalf offers.
"Draw them in," Alaric says. "I'm creating a twenty foot area where they will be more vulnerable to my power, centered ten feet from where I stand."
"You know, Mel, I've been wondering why you haven't asked about sparring with me. I may be shorter than you, but I'm fairly sure I can give you a run for your money."
"Oh," Mel says with a smile, "I'm pretty sure you can beat me soundly."
"Is this with or without your faithful hound?" Then she double checks, "Do you have any less deadly weapons?"
"Don't be so sure of that," Hrunndalf says. "I saw what you did to Rhost. He and I are used to fighting with weapons. Without, we seem to give you an opening whenever we so much as budge. And you have that... dark energy? To lend weight to your punches."
Mel looks guilty for a moment, "Umm.. no. That dark energy was fissure to the abyss meant to suck your soul from your body. That is not a melee attack." She looks horribly guilty for a moment, "That is not an attack that should never be used on an ally."
"I could always switch to the leather?" Hrunndalf offers.
Mel laughs, "So I have a chance of hitting you?"
Once he is fully enveloped, Mel's hand sneaks back up to the nubbin, fully intending to send Zaiobe into bliss, again, before Alaric moves.
And when he does move, her hand goes down to him, her hand acting to extend the pleasurable enclosure in which he found himself.
"Don't be so sure of that," Hrunndalf says. "I saw what you did to Rhost. He and I are used to fighting with weapons. Without, we seem to give you an opening whenever we so much as budge. And you have that... dark energy? To lend weight to your punches."Mel looks guilty for a moment, "Umm.. no. That dark energy was fissure to the abyss meant to suck your soul from your body. That is not a melee attack." She looks horribly guilty for a moment, "That is not an attack that should never be used on an ally."
"Well, you didn't."
"I could always switch to the leather?" Hrunndalf offers.Mel laughs, "So I have a chance of hitting you?"
"I'm a sitting duck outside of steel and spell" he grins.
Rhost waits for Melinda to touch him to whatever effect she is planning.
"Leek," Rhost says, dropping into Rage, charging to the nearest mummy, and attempting to make it properly dead.
The flames on Rhost's Earth Breaker flicker as he swings it into the headless undead.
With a shuddering groan, he pulls Zaiobe down, pushing himself into her and only then releases.
Pleasure still coursing over his limbs in crackling waves, he sits up, still within her, kissing one, then the other, then both.
"Oh," Mel says with a smile, "I'm pretty sure you can beat me soundly."
"Is this with or without your faithful hound?" Then she double checks, "Do you have any less deadly weapons?"
"Your choice on whether to invite Attatoq," replies Kalimac. "Even if I'm riding him, I'd just be using him for height and mobility. He wouldn't be attacking. And I can use my sword in its scabbard, or I can see if Myri or Rhost can whip up a wooden training sword."
Her smile turns a bit more genuine, "Hi Mel, for what do we um..." she looks around again a little guiltily at the mess, "...have the pleasure of your visit?" She seems to have at least temporarily forgotten her prey...or was it tormenter?Buttersnips assumes the most innocent expression she can while standing in a whirling storm of feathers that are slowly settling down around her.
"I've been sent out into the cold so that Alaric can have a 'manly' discussion with Rhost." Mel's lips quirk up in an impish grin, "You realize not being in lingerie as you do this totally destroyed the fantasies of a solid half of the caravan."
A pause, her voice quiet, just a tad small, "Do you want me to go?"
"Your choice on whether to invite Attatoq," replies Kalimac. "Even if I'm riding him, I'd just be using him for height and mobility. He wouldn't be attacking. And I can use my sword in its scabbard, or I can see if Myri or Rhost can whip up a wooden training sword."
Mel smiles, "Armor or Attatoq, which do you prefer?" With a glance over her shoulder to the two larger guys, "Either way, I'll drop the electricity spell." She smiles, completely unabashed, "I don't feel bad using it against Rhost because, well, he is Rhost."
Her body takes in each savage thrust with delight, moans, cries, happy screams, and other sounds uniquely Melinda coming quick as he rubs against pleasure points inside her body. One hand attempts to scratch into the surface of the ice as she arches her back, his hands keeping her close and her body taunt.
Meanwhile her muscles pulse and quiver, uncontrolled, as her body, over sensitized by unending pleasure, continues in cascading bliss. Somewhere, lost in the snow, there are words of love, of need, of belonging, all spoken in a language that no one else would understand. Shakily, one of her hands goes back, to lay over the hand possessing her hip, just one more point of needed contact.
Through the wracking pleasure, he collapses against her, falling to the ice, wrapping arms around her chest and belly, face cradled against her neck.
As Melinda is helping with the food preparation she looks around cautiously and then quietly talks to Rhost. For the entire conversation she scans the area, furtive and sneaky-like. In a rush, "عيد ميلاد ألاريك هو في السادس. اشتريت مكونات الطبق المفضل لديه وخبأها في مخزن الخاص بك. هل لديك مانع صنع الكعك المحشو لحم الخنزير وكعكة الشوكولاتة؟ من فضلك؟"
Myri grunts assent, but still uses some ice to try to remove some of the gunk away from her eyes, nose and mouth before continuing.She can probably manage to get some of it off her face. Out of her clothes, without magic or serious washing, is another matter entirely.
Myri blows her nose, spits into the snow, makes something of an unhappy face and briefly considers stripping out of her cold-weather gear and leaving it behind, but that would be wasteful. She helps haul toad meat back to the caravan.
On the day celebrating Alaric's birth into the world, he is woken slowly, gently, and most pleasurably. Melinda's mouth, not rushing a single action, runs tongue and lips over his shaft, takes him fully, lets her tongue wrap and twist around him.
A quick glance around the wagon proves that the homey space is utterly deserted other than the pair of lovers. As the tension that comes with wakefulness spreads through his body, Mel's mind brushing against him.
<Happy Birthday, love.> Her eyes peek up his body, her mouth moving to his tip, <Today, all for you.>
Myri later approaches Ameiko. She tilts her head and bats her eyes fetchingly, before giving her an appraising look and attempting to adopt a more Ameiko like stance. "Any chance you have some cast-offs I can borrow?" She continues to smile. Apparently can't help it.Ameiko smiles back. "Sure." She begins rifling through the (actually rather large) collection of clothes she keeps in a chest under her bunk.
Myri immediately tries on whatever Ameiko hands her. "Umm, so umm, anything you don't mind parting with temporarily that might actually um, you know, help me look good?" She peeks over whatever was handed to her, looking a little hopeful.
Myri gets a bit of a deer-in-headlights look, but tries to listen attentively. She sighs, "Well, I'm glad one of us has some sort of experience with this." She looks up at Ameiko, takes her hands and squeezes them tightly. "I'm glad you're here 'meiko. I really am." Then she seems to catch on something said earlier, "Wait. Tollin?" She smiles again, shakes her head. "Okay....guess I never thought of him as a 'maid' before, though."
"Tollin's going to make an adorable bridesmaid," Ameiko declares firmly.
Myri ponders that for a minute, then responds. "I believe you." she finally says solemnly.
"So is the plan to cater to my every sexual whim today?" he asks through his teeth. "Because I am all right with that."
She goes back to her task with a smile, actions faster now that her beloved is awake and able to give her feedback.
initiative:
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Saves: Fort 6, Ref 11, Will 3
hp: 54
Myri motions Silmemir to defend her. She waits for the undead to approach within 30' and shoots the closest one. "Unliving roaches. Dust to dust..."
to hit1: Deadly Aim(-3), rapid shot(-2), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly Aim(+6), FE:Undead(+2), pt blank(+1)
to hit2: Deadly Aim(-3), rapid shot(-2), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly Aim(+6), FE:Undead(+2), pt. blank(+1)
to hit3: Deadly Aim(-3), rapid shot(-2), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly Aim(+6), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
other factors: Precise Shot, Improved Precise shot, Seeking, Clustered Shots
crit resolution: Deadly Aim(-3), rapid shot(-2), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly Aim(+6), FE:Undead(+2), pt. blank(+1)
Myri does not take part in the waterfight much other than a half hearted splash in her sister and Lio's direction on her way to make sure Spivey is all right. "Sorry, Spive...probably my fault." She smiles a little apologetically.
well ... justdo not doitagain, Spivey chides the ranger who had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with her inundation, tapping her on the nose with a tiny finger.
Myri's eyebrows raise a bit, her lips part and tongue touches her top teeth for an instant. Her chest rises a bit as she takes in breath...and decides she should probably retreat before she does something she will regret. "Sure Spive, I'll remember that." she blinks once attention fixed directly on the tiny flying person directly in front of her face, "Um, so, I take it water on your wings doesn't affect your ability to fly, huh?" she smiles again, "I'm glad you're all right, regardless."
Myri sinks back into the water and propels herself backwards back from whence she came.
Her smile turns a bit more genuine, "Hi Mel, for what do we um..." she looks around again a little guiltily at the mess, "...have the pleasure of your visit?" She seems to have at least temporarily forgotten her prey...or was it tormenter?
Buttersnips assumes the most innocent expression she can while standing in a whirling storm of feathers that are slowly settling down around her.
Myris smiles broadens and she blinks at the feathers surrounding Buttersnips.
"I've been sent out into the cold so that Alaric can have a 'manly' discussion with Rhost." Mel's lips quirk up in an impish grin, "You realize not being in lingerie as you do this totally destroyed the fantasies of a solid half of the caravan."
Myri raises an eyebrow, "Well, I suppose that could be easy enough to rectify." Myri's shirt is removed in a single smooth motion and ends up flying towards her bed.
A pause, her voice quiet, just a tad small, "Do you want me to go?"
The shirt was just a distraction. bluff:
"Now why would we want that?" Myri flashes a wolfish grin at Buttersnips and a pillow flies through the air at Mel.to hit: pt.blank, improvised weapon, deadly aim
dam: pt.blank, deadly aim