"Ill deal with this Rope snake, you fellers press that there attack."
She flies around the rope/snake
"Now come on feller lets see you catch me"
And tugs it again.
"Ill deal with this Rope snake, you fellers press that there attack."
She flies around the rope/snake
"Now come on feller lets see you catch me"
And tugs it again.
With serpent-fast speed, Rapunzel’s Weave lashes upward and entangles Lord Perpireen around his tiny waist... but the magic of Lord Perpireen’s ring of freedom of movement allows the Fey Lord to slip free with ease!
In German: Ah so! You are a slippery one, little friend!
As Lord Perpireen gets acquainted with Rapunzel’s Weave, the rest of the Jackals press the attack on the vampire spawn monks of Safi monastery, while their followers engage the thralls above ground...
Using feinting tactics and strategic withdraws, Plad and the two dwarves command the followers well, keeping the dominated human monks of Safi busy without causing or taking any casualties! So far, the Jackals’ plan is playing out perfectly...
The dark elf assassin from the Underground city of Schattenmark, hired by the Emir of Marrakech to eliminate the trouble-makers that freed twenty of the emir’s slaves, draws near to Safi on his magic flying carpet. The fortified monastery and surrounding shanty town comes into view a few miles away on the shore of the blue Atlantic Ocean...
Spinner’s keen eyes, shaded from the hateful sun by polished onyx lenses in leather goggles, descry the commotion on the battlements even at this distance...
Ah... It seems my targets are kicking up some dust here as well! I like them already... Pity I will have to poison them all from afar...
As his carpet ferries him closer some hundred feet above the desert hard pan, the dark elf’s dexterous hands work on coating hand crossbow quarrels with potent sleeping poison...
Nimbly blade-dancing along a crenellated catwalk near the main gatehouse, his enchanted dancing longsword Tarantella knocking thralls unconscious with the flat of its blade while he wields his sunblade Dazzlebrand with blinding speed, Plad commands the gladiators with expert authority and charisma.
In English: Once more into the breach, my friends! For the Desert Jackals who gave you freedom! Do not fail our saviors! Let us be worthy of their heroism with our own glorious deeds! Press on! Fear not! If you fall in righteous battle, the gods will embrace you in paradise!
On the ground near the postern gate, Udo head butts a thrall in the belly, knocking the wind out of him! He bashes another thrall with his wooden round shield, knocking him senseless!
GLOIN! LOOK OUT! he roars in warning to his nearby blacksmith friend as a thrall sneaks up on the dwarf...
Gloin spins around and whacks the sneaky thrall upside the head with the side of his war hammer!
OH NO, YE DON’T, YE LONGSHANKS!
He lifts his hammer in salute to Udo...
Knocked senseless by the dwarf’s hammer blow, a thrall falls flat on his back next to other unconscious thralls...
Blasts of flame chase thralls away from the young harem girl as she burns her way through the courtyard to the front door of the central keep...
Seeing Plad up on the battlements enclosing the front courtyard, she sends up a flare...
I have the front door, Plad!!
Hearing Corinne’s call and seeing her flare, the high elf replies: Good! Don’t burn it down, we will need it later when the keep is ours!
Emerging from shadow, Achiko slips a garrote around a thrall’s throat and chokes him unconscious, letting his body gently slip to the ground...
In Japanese: Sweet dreams, chump!
"You know Snake rope, your should come with me, we fey like such things as thee. I could take you to a magic land of bean storks and Giants, Geese that lay golden eggs. Where gingerbread houses are sort by porridge stealing girls and shoes come to life."
She flies down around the rope.
He runs up the rope and around it in a dance like set of moves, playing with it as he goes
"Come now rope, would you not like to be immortalized, join me and gain a tail of your very own. I would know your name so I may tell others of your deeds"
"I am Lord Perpireen McGibel, servant of the King under the Hill, lord of all fey. I would love you to meet his Queen for she loves things such as thee"
he slips past coils and up to the ropes head.
"Would you not like to be with one such as me."
"Rope I am your master" She says reaching out to grab it and uses her Unraveling Touch on it.
"Rope I am your master" She says reaching out to grab it and uses her Unraveling Touch on it.
[dice=melee touch]1d20+3
[dice=damage]3d6+5
The magic rope unravels as Mwikali touches it, squealing in pain!
So grausam! Du hast mich getötet!
The magic rope is destroyed!
"Noooo!!!"
He screams! and hangs a moment in the air, his head bowed down looking at the dust that was the rope snake. Then his head comes up and he flies to face Mwikali.
"I told you to leave it to me, but you destroyed a thing of wonder and beauty anyway, you did so from your own greed and spite. But far worse than that, you destroyed a gift for the Fey Queen. For that, mortal, a price will be paid."
And with that, his light winks out and he vanishes, plunging all into darkness. now invisible he picks up what is left of the rope and leaves invisible before ANYONE can do ANYTHING to stop him.
Altin freezes as the Lord P's light goes out, and the Jackals are plunged into darkness... Uh oh...
The rope suddenly springs back to life, chuckling gleefully, and coils up like a snake...
In German: Haha! I jest again! I’m no ordinary rope, and am impervious to witchcraft!
Holds the rope at in his tiny hands an hugs it.
Springing once more into light he glows high overhead.
"YOU LIVE ROPE, All is forgiven!! my gift to my queen is still intact!!"
he spins around in joy on his wings holding the rope which flayes out as he does.
"O Rope, you played a fine trick on me"
"Rope, thee are good, do not be a servant to evil, fight with us and do good in the world."
He says looking a the rope.
"Interesting, I may have to study you later rope. Yes let us slay these wicked things and be done with it" She says wands in both hands as she readies for more battle up ahead.
Hurra! Neue Freunde zum Spielen!
The magic sentient rope slithers along after the Desert Jackals!
Load P has an idea and Rides the rope like a mount.
"YEEEHAAAA"
Altin presses forward, again, just slightly behind and to the side of Wulfgar, his bow at the ready.
A magical rope, the fey is crazy, and we're walking into a vampire den. Must be Tuesday! Altin thinks to himself, mouth curling in a wry, humourless smile.
The Jackals arrive, prepared with spells cast and weapons raised, in the Catacombs beneath the monastery, where they see twelve coffins arranged around the perimeter of the sixty-foot-square chamber, and a stairway that both ascends to the monastery above and descends down to deeper crypts below...
Here, nine vampire spawn await, fangs and claws bared, eyes glowing like burning coals in the dark!
DESERT JACKALS VS VAMPS! ROUND 6!! FIGHT!!
VANNA!
WULFGAR!
MWIKALI!
ALTIN!
LORD P and SNAKE ROPE STEED!
VAMPY MONKS!
OOH OOH AH AH AHHH!!!
Moves up as they enter.
Vanna utters a quick prayer as she wades into ckmbat, blade a flash of silver as she thrusts and parries.
Moves up as they enter.
Vanna utters a quick prayer as she wades into ckmbat, blade a flash of silver as she thrusts and parries.
[dice=silver]1d20+10; 1d6+5+3[dice=p/r1]1d20+10; 1d20+10; 1d6+5+3[dice=p/r2]1d20+10; 1d20+10; 1d6+5+3
[dice=crit]1d20+10; 1d6+5
Lady Vanna skewers a vamp’s arm! It howls in rage and pain!
AAAARRRROOOOO!!!
Mwikali cast a spell and creates a Ball of fire. and targets the coffins.
Moving into the crypt alongside Giovanna, Wulfgar attempts to flank the same vampire. Raging, his halo glowing, reflecting off his pewter-like skin. He bellows, "mIgh Heghpu', SoH Qaw' maH" and then swings the weighted spear at the creature.
[dice=attack]1d20 + 8 + 2 [dice=damage]1d6 + 15** spoiler omitted **
Flanking the wounded vamp with Lady Vanna, the big Northman cleaves deep into the monster’s clay-like flesh, felling it!
Altin follows up behind Wulfgar, ready to cast a bolstering spell on his friend. Why didn't I cast this before we got into battle again? Fool! Singing out an inspiring battle-song, he lays a hand on Wulfgar's back, flooding the Northman with the bravery and resolve of the heroes of yore.
The coffin bursts into flames after a few seconds of exposure to Mwikali’s flaming sphere!
In Arabic: The infidels are warded by sorcery! We must suck out their blood if we cannot dominate them!
Mwikali continues to make her Flaming sphere roll over the coffins, setting them ablaze
Lord P studies one of the Vamps that sort to control him.
"Now thats not nice, drinking blood and all"
He flicks his hand a junk of macnenery flies into the fanged face of the Vampire.
As Mwikali burns a second coffin to ashes, Lord P and Wulfgar coordinate attacks against another spawn, which falls into black mist after Lord P smashes in its face with a piece of telekinetically-hurled mortar and Wulfgar finishes it off with a bisecting chop of his silver great sword!