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DM Nixon,
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The mercenary leader leans back against the sofa chair which take the wrath of the shards for him. Across the room the two thugs by the front door leap into action, the first tries to swipe at Snow with his club but realizes quickly that his strikes are useless as they pass right through the creature. The second thug on the other hand, shifts past the creature and tries to club Aglaeca but the swing comes down to the right of the tiefling. After seeing his friend fall so quickly from an explosion of shards the last thug runs over to gang up with his friends, and possibly use them as shields. Once he is up on his feet, the mercenary leader pulls out a crossbow and fires on karn while taking cover behind the couch, sticking an arrow right into his left arm.
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"Sturdy" Shodden Mahoen,
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DM Nixon,
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Aglaeca,
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Aglaeca starts chanting a soft and otherwordly chant , summoning the Armour of Agathys from across the planes. Big chunks of reality seem to fall away from the teifling as he is surrounding by a swirling miasma of nothing. The Air Chills Suddenly as he turns around, taking a step back from his would be attacker, and moving casually around the couch and standing beside the man who was barking orders, the apparent leader of the group. Muttering infernal appellations of doom and hardship on his foe, Aglaeca waits. (Move Action, Shift j7, Standard Action, Armour of Agathys, Gain 13 temporary hps and monsters who start adjacent take 1d6+3 damage, Action Point, Move to e9 avoiding foes, Minor Action Curse M) |
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DM Nixon,
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(Move Action, Shift j7, Standard Action, Armour of Agathys, Gain 13 temporary hps and monsters who start adjacent take 1d6+3 damage, Action Point, Move to e9 avoiding foes, Minor Action Curse M) |
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Aglaeca,
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Shifting to J6, Moving threw i6,h7,g7,f8,e9, should be two move actions, one shift |
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DM Nixon,
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Shifting to J6, Moving threw i6,h7,g7,f8,e9, should be two move actions, one shift Updated Map. |
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Chorro,
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Shifting to J6, Moving threw i6,h7,g7,f8,e9, should be two move actions, one shift |
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DM Nixon,
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"Sturdy" Shodden Mahoen,
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DM Nixon,
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Sturdy's strike lands perfectly on the mercenary leader causing blood to fly from his mouth. "What are you dimwits doing? Kill something!!" He shrieks out to his men on the other side of the room.
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Karn Lathern,
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Karn gives out a loud yelp as he sees the bolt in his arm. Glaring at the crossbow wielding tug, he shouts "That does it!" as he launches himself from his chair and moves towards R1. Drawing his dagger, he slyly lashes out at R1 in an attempt to get to the Merc Leader. Spoiler:
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DM Nixon,
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Karn's blade slashes sucessfully at the ruffian standing nearest him. She cries out in pain. |
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Dran Cutthral,
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In one fluid motion Dran stands up and draws his blade and shifts to J7 and before he attacks grips his sword even tightier and winces as if something sharp was biting into his skin. Even though he took some damage from this Dran just smiles at the ruffian and attacks him with his Sure Strike (1d20+10=16)
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DM Nixon,
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Drans' strike lands hard on the ruffian and cuts right through a section of her leather armor. She grimaces from the pain but swiftly turns it into a retaliation against dran. Vs. Dran AC (1d20+7=26) She swings her mace heavily at Dran and makes contact with his armor. 1d8+1=7 Once she is sure she hits him, she shifts away from him quickly. The second ruffian reaches for her mace and swings at Karn and slams it into him with a good amount of force. url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2037135/]Vs. Karn AC (1d20+7=16, 1d8+1=9)[/url] |
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Chorro,
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Calling upon the spirits of the great mountain cats, Chorro sends their spectral remnants leaping into the fray to assist Snow.
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DM Nixon,
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Neither of the thugs are unable to block the twin panthers and are quite viciously mauled to their last.
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DM Nixon,
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Marcus Armethal,
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Marcus frowns as the ruffians continue to harry the group. "That will be quite enough," he intones. With a single motion, he taps the butt of his staff on the floor. Gleaming blades of radiant energy appear, striking the ruffians and then transforming into a spectral shield for Dran. Standard Action
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DM Nixon,
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The shards tear through the armor of the woman standing closest to Dran. She shrieks out in pain and is beginning to look very weak. The second ruffian is able to dodge the shards with ease.
Across the room the last standing of the thugs tries to sneak out of the tavern. "Where are ya off to?! Get back 'ere ya rat!" The mercenary leader cries out as he does his best to keep his two enemies at bay. He turns his attention towards the patron who is cowering still in his booth and heads towards him with murder in his eyes.
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Aglaeca,
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( Just a nudge to see if the master got the 1d6+3 from armour of agathys and +1d6 from curse he would get for starting beside me) Aglaeca shouts out scorn and infernal wrath upon the master Hellish Rebuke at M, missing with a 6 Aglaeca moves carefully up behind the master, to I 10 Aglaeca curses R2 [Hey guys I am moving tomarrow and this weekend, will be on as I can, If my being absent is a pain, feel free to run me GM (some grab checks would be highlarious)] |
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DM Nixon,
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( Just a nudge to see if the master got the 1d6+3 from armour of agathys and +1d6 from curse he would get for starting beside me)
[Hey guys I am moving tomarrow and this weekend, will be on as I can, If my being absent is a pain, feel free to run me GM (some grab checks would be highlarious)] |
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"Sturdy" Shodden Mahoen,
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"Sturdy" chases the Mercenary leader across the room, hoping to interrupt him from killing the innocent bystander.
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DM Nixon,
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The mercenary leader with what little strength he has left, is able to turn and dodge the goliath's attack as it is incoming. He is so surprised to see the goliath and tiefling so close behind him that he is unable to do much more than to look around for the aid of his ruffians.
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DM Nixon,
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Karn attempts a sly flourish against one of the remaining ruffians but can't manage to find a sweet spot in her armor. Karv Vs R2 AC (1d20+7=11, 1d4+5=7)
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Dran Cutthral,
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DM Nixon,
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Dran's strike cuts through the ruffians armor once more and it is clear that she can't take much more of this, and she knows it. She tries in a last ditch effort to strike Dran with her mace but is unable to connect. Her friend nearby however is able to find a hit on Aglaeca, "I'm comin' boss!" |
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Chorro,
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With two muttered commands, Chorro sends the Frost Tiger into the thick of the fray again, huge paws raking at Dran's opponent. The wiry shaman looks at the thug nearest the door. "Chorro gives you this chance. Use it, for never will it come again."
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DM Nixon,
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With two muttered commands, Chorro sends the Frost Tiger into the thick of the fray again, huge paws raking at Dran's opponent. The ruffian falls under the paws of the Frost Tiger with little time to even scream in pain.
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Marcus Armethal,
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Marcus glances at Chorro, hearing his remarks towards the fleeing thug. "How very noble of you," he says. "I suppose I will redirect my attack so as not to compromise your honor." The invoker turns to his left where the others have clustered and calls forth divine bolts of lightning to strike at the leader and his companion. Standard Action
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DM Nixon,
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The entire scene of this tavern fight is suddenly lit up as divine bolts of lightening tear through the room, one of the bolts crashes down on the hardwood and the bartender grimaces from his hiding spot and the second finds a nice spot on the back of the mercenary leader. It is quite something that he is still standing. In fact, he looks over at the thug who has just run out the door to his right and then looks onward at the tiefling standing in front of him, "What did you do to me? you plague!" he cries before collapsing to the floor, dead. As the Mercenary falls to the ground Aglaeca feels a small shard of life coming into his own vitality. He turns on his heel and grins at the ruffian standing behind him. "W-wh-what did you do to him?" the ruffian says, "I'll kill y-" she is cut off by the blast of light that narrowly misses her from the tiefling. |
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Chorro,
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DM Nixon,
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"Sturdy" Shodden Mahoen,
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DM Nixon,
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Sturdy's spikes tear up through the ground and a few stick up into the ruffian's legs causing her to shriek in pain but still she presses on, no matter how hopeless it seems.
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DM Nixon,
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Karn shifts away from the fight as he begins to feel his wounds, he finds his way behind the bar counter to let his friends finish off the battle while he gets out of harms way.
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Dran Cutthral,
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DM Nixon,
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Dran finds a nice spot to cut the ruffian but not much more than a slash on her back. She feels more pain as the presence of the tiefling seems to be hurting her immensely.AoA Dmg (1d6+3=9) Even though she looks as if she is about to keel over she takes a swing at aglaeca, knowing her fate is hopeless. 1d20+7=22, 1d8+1=2
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Karn Lathern,
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I apologize for the lack of posting, but it has been hactic here. However, now that the hecticness is through, I will be going on vacation for a couple of days and will not be able to post until Sat or Sunday. |
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Chorro,
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Snow bounds over the well-worn table to stand wary in the center of the room, heavy tail twitching. Gesturing towards the fey-scented human, Chorro asks a boon from the Hearth Mother, for the soothing of wounds and mending of flesh.
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"Sturdy" Shodden Mahoen,
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Dran Cutthral,
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DM Nixon,
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The ruffian can stand no longer, she collapses to the ground finally with a resounding thud.
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DM Nixon,
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DM Nixon,
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You all look around as you realize the chaos has ended. The bartender realizes this as well as he pokes his head up, "Oh thank heavens! I thought this place was going to get burned down! I will make sure the watch doesn't give you any trouble about this, I'll relay the story and let them know that you saved that man from certain death!" he nods towards the patron still lumped in the corner. |
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Aglaeca,
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The last wisps of the Armor of Agathys fading , Agleaca jerks a thumb in the direction of the priest and says "Someone should probably see to him" before calmly walking over to the table he had once sat at, pulling his chair and pushing any bodies required out of the way, and finally drinking from his ale. [ooc im still in the process of getting internet reconnected, should be good to go from here on out however.] |
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"Sturdy" Shodden Mahoen,
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"Sturdy" is not the most outgoing or the best with words so he'll leave questioning the bystander to someone else like Aglaeca. He will however search the bodies of the mercenaries and ruffians for anything of value or a clue as to their reason for the unprovoked attack.
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DM Nixon,
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"Sturdy" is not the most outgoing or the best with words so he'll leave questioning the bystander to someone else like Aglaeca. He will however search the bodies of the mercenaries and ruffians for anything of value or a clue as to their reason for the unprovoked attack. There seem to be no clues to find on the bodies. The group you've just fought just appears to be the typical sort hired for odd jobs like silencing someone or property damage to make a point. You do however manage to find some gold, 5gp and 83sp total. As far as goes equipment you only find some very used weapons, a few daggers, two maces, four clubs, a crossbow and a longsword. Nothing that spectacular though. |
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Chorro,
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Chorro, Snow padding silently behind him, moves to the figure in the booth. Staring silently at the man for some time, the shifter finally speaks. "Chorro thinks that Aglaeca should talk to this man for whom we have spilled blood." The shifter's amber gaze has a weight behind it, and is carefully neutral in tone. |
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"Sturdy" Shodden Mahoen,
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