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Aurora was too distracted to notice much as the Skyblades emotional state overwhelmed her.

Leon however noticed something else coming there way and that someone was clad in thick robes and radiating magic like he had never seen before. The Axemen didn't take notice at first, as they were focused on destroying a particular display and devouring the mummified remains of some important figure from ages past.

Perception: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (8) + 30 = 38

This androgynous figure sweeps right past where you both were, there eyes never fall on you despite appearing to sweep the inside of the Museum. As they reach the Axemen they frown and raise their hand, magical runes suddenly appear encircling the raised hand and forming what appeared to be like a cannon in runic form. They spoke a single word in a cryptic tongue that neither of you understood. "Exscidium." At the mere utterance of the word a beam of light fired outward from the runic cannon they created, the runes spun around at such a blurring speed that they couldn't be made out any longer. Hammering into the closest Axemen and instantaneously burning a hole in the abomination's soul furnace. Tearing it open and allowing some of the trapped souls to flood outward, greatly weakening the Cryxian Warjack...

Ranged touch: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (16) + 23 = 39
Perdito Damage - bypasses Damage Reduction on Warjack: 16d12 ⇒ (7, 12, 11, 10, 9, 3, 1, 12, 10, 9, 6, 5, 9, 6, 8, 11) = 129

The Axemen reacted to the strange figure and moved to engage it but just as they were reaching they shot off the floor and hung in the air floating above the Jacks. They're robes flared outward as the figure spoke in a cold and uncaring voice which barely sounded feminine. "Face my wrath abominations. You'll defile my sanctum no longer..."

The Axemen were now mere feet away from the Crosses and could possibly at anytime notice them...

New Stealth rolls please, you can use that roll for your next action post as well. Thanks!


Halloway and his men seem a bit off kilter after the incident and unsure of abandoning their posts.

Ginla Faireyes perks up and tilts her head curiously at you. <"You mean the hive? The doors are sealed? Why would they do this...">

Shu'li the Flame looked at her companions before looking back at Mir <They hive wouldn't have turned coul...>

Gin The Caller shook her head as she cut off her sister. <"Never! The Hive's queen was part of the temple after all, they'd never turn on her. They adored her. I agree with Mirrianissa, we must go to the doors and see them opened once more."

Ginla and Shu'li both nodded in agreement and once their decision was relayed to Halloway he rubbed his head in an unsure fashion before turning to his men. [b][smaller]"Need four volunteers, the rest of you return to your duties and make sure nothing disturbs these chambers further. Anything comes up you will refer to Scavengers expertise." It didn't take long for the volunteers to step forward, burly men, broad shouldered with the look of veteran fighters to them.

It was the work of a little over an hour before you arrived at the doors once more, slogging through the water that now flooded the lower level and trickled down the tunnel you had found before. The chamber where you had you vision now stood in about an inch of water and it was rising slowly as water trickled in from above.

The Ancient Tabaxian's explained that an underground spring was discovered and eventually the High Ones made an aquaduct for it to reach the Tranquil Ley, which allowed them to keep the temple supplied and cooled off during heavy transitions. Some of what they spoke of was beyond your understanding, merely reinforcing that the High Ones were far, far more advanced than any other tribe in this part of the vast world you thought you knew.

Shu'Li noticed the remains of the Immortal first, floating on the water and for a moment she looked like she were going to cry again. This time though the tears were bitter and filled with anger. The human men and Halloway appeared confused by so many statues crafted with such expertise but your Tabaxian brethren appeared to know in an instant what had happened here. When they saw the statues of the twist monstrosities Shu'Li growled in anger and would have crushed them into dust if Ginla and Gin both hadn't stopped her.

<"We cannot assume Sister, we must focus on the task at hand. Open the hive and see what remains before pressing forward. We are all that is left to save the Tranquil Ley, if we fail...">

Shu'Li's jaw stiffened. <"I will burn to ash before we fail. The Shining Sea will not die while I draw breath.">

Apologies a lot getting done in one post but I have a lot to catch up on! lol

Halloway and his men start getting to work on the chains, using some type of strong smelling oily material to lubricate the chains and mechanism before attempting to life one side of the door. The Ancient Tabaxian's hung back and Gin alone stepped forward, it was then that Mirianissa noticed something strange about Gin making the hairs on her neck and back rise up as her instincts flared. Then, in the dim light, she saw it.

A massive form stood over the top of Gin, enveloping her in its presence and yet she moved freely. Ever movement of her body was the same as that of what stood over her. A hulking creature appearing to be made of translucent scales and powerful bulging muscles. She took hold of the now lubricated chains and with ease started to wheel her side open. As Halloway and his men strained hand over hand, Gin was calm and collected the beast that stood over her appeared to be growling and angry with every shift and pull on the mechanism. Gradual, peg by peg the gate moved upward, the locking hook clicked with ever passing notch.

Clack, Clack, Clack, Clack, Clack, Click, Clack.

The Tabaxian's never moved to look on top of the Dias to see what was occurring there they only saw the statues on the ground floor and then focused on the closed doors.

What little water that had accumulated flushed away the moment the door cleared the trench it had settled in. Leaving you standing in mud as the water trickling in from above stirred up the muddy floor further. However when the water level fell low enough a great blast of stagnant air blasted into the chamber. Filling the entire room with such thick dust and stale air that it caused everyone to cough and stagger as it settled down.

Gin though never stopped, her power was so potent that even the foul air seemed to swirl around her never touching her and instead the translucent shadow that stood over her seemed to snap angrily at the distraction. Halloway and his men did their best to keep up but there were times their line slacked off as Gin rose the door seemingly on her own.

When it was finally open the hackles on your back rose unconsciously; like staring into a deep, dark void that looked like it was going to swallow you whole. What really spooked you was that you felt like you were being watched...

Two AoO from the death guards that are engaging kieran and Tawn. I assumed you were somewhere towards the middle to maximize your reach with your weapon. But if you try and flank fit or left you still encounter two AoOs one from death guard and a demon instead. They are effectively choking the tunnel with sheer numbers at this point. Will work on a map to make It more clear but everyone is effected with the same problem if they try and press ahead. now do they have combat reflexes... That's the question.

Also mistype on my part, kieran is fighting a death guard but he wasn't injured. His missed. The other got a crit on Tawn.

Lol sounds like fun.

Currently working through a new crown and the pains of other dental work. Apologies for the long long wait. Also babysitting six kids today two of which are mine so I am very very busy. Heading back to work friday so at the latest we will resume Friday night.

Thanks guys!

As Jack -Jack may change if he wishes... ;)

Jack sighs in relief while keeping his frustration to a minimum. "Try and keep it down. It may not be the only one so remain here... And don't move." He says the last part hesitantly not wanting to hurt his companion but the next task required absolute stealth so he could search in peace...

Take 10 on perception and stealth. So 21 per and 24 stealth. He will keep his sword drawn and proceed toward the den alone.

Bein will tie the animals feet and muzzle and wait for Jacks signal.

Food for thought. Having only 3:ranks in acrobatics increases your Fighting defensively a.c. bonus to +3 while it increases you full defense to +6. Also acrobatics is one way to avoid AoO's. Sometime.

you can push by but you would incur a few AoO's in the process.

There are spells you can use that cause suffocation to. One is called instant suffocation... >:)

Congrats on getting married :)

An ran into a holding pattern but your up for attacking in Wotr :D

Gestalt is powerful but more on the side of I have more abilities. Rawr.

However initially the hp boost isnt significant enough to make you super tough. A couple lucky hits and you drop just as easily as before.

But I see Gestalt as a way to build the character you envision.

A miguivere like investigator, who is also a cracks shot with a pistol?


A powerful mystic warrior who's divine connection gives him then might to crushbevil?


The tribal fighter who uses their hard learned survival skills coupled with the unbridled Rage of natures fury?

Miri. ... ;)

Yo u guys get the point. So far that's how I see Gestalt. Powerful but more one way then another. Just gives you more options and fun times to be had!


Sounds interesting~ looking forward to the changes!

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apologies for the silence, waiting for you too finish Gestalting and one some players to post in the Wrath of the Righteous game.

My wife did her first baking gig for a wedding today and so far it went extremely well. First time doing a wedding and she had to make 388 cupcakes and a 4 piece Cheesecake-style wedding cake. lol. THat was a lot of stuff to transport...

I thought Jorzan was more like Wyldstyle lmao. Jk!


The Machinepriest fell back to you and appeared to be ignoring his damaged shoulder. The rotor cuff appears to have been crushed by one of the musclebound brutes with a hammer for a hand. As he reaches you he looks back grimly on the battle between Aucturn and the insectoid creature. "We're still a ways away. These creatures are blocking the direct path..."

Restoring power to the temple is essential, reaching the core also means you will reach the Master. >:)

Captain Carrol stumbles over, blood running down the right side of his mouth as a sword protrudes from his chest. His soldiers were just as entrenched in the fight now and it appeared the Masters forces would soon overwhelm the front lines. Seeing the grim situation Captain Carroll turned to Tyrn and spoke hurriedly. "Pull your forces back, find another route. We will hold them here." As he spoke british officers brought their machine gun core to bear. The three machine guns were quickly erected, appearing to be far more advanced versions of the Chain Gun from Rennor in the Old World. Carrol gave a hand signal to one of his officers and the officer relayed the order to a group of men being held in reserve.

These men drew their short curved blades and advanced forward into the fight. Their effectiveness became quickly apparent as they fought in teams and they primarily engaged any opponent that was a serious threat. Often engaging them in pairs so that one could distract and the other could attack.

Aucturn and the Insectoid were still fighting each other, much to Tyrn's surprise she was slowly reverting to her true form. A towering black scaled creature with bat like wings and a long sinuous tail. The Insectoids movements were smooth and powerful as he used his twin blades to try and batter Aucturn back, while simultaneously trying to grapple her with his free hands. His attempts at grappling weren't completely useless as Aucturn had to jerk her arm or wing or tail free every once and awhile which threw her off balance for his next sword swing.

More to come, baby is awake.... Blargh lol

been showing the house all week so didn't have much time to post, turned them down for a couple of days as it is stressing the kids and us out. Post is up so sorry for the wait!

Arcana DC 17 for monster abilities:

Demon, Dretch

This creature's bloated frame shudders with each heaving step, yet despite its shape, the thing moves with surprising quickness.

AC 14, touch 11, flat-footed 14 (+3 natural, +1 size)
hp 18 (2d10+7)
Fort +5, Ref +0, Will +3
DR 5/cold iron or good; Immune electricity, poison; Resist acid 10, cold 10, fire 10

Cid's crossbow bolt glances off the creatures skin, appearing to not have damaged the creature at all.

Kieran's hammer slams into his opponent and his efforts are rewarded by the sound of its collarbone cracking under the blow. Blood gushes from the torn skin from where the hammer had impacted the demonic creature. The creature now appeared badly injured.

7/18 HP

Tawn'Garth sweeps forward, with her greataxe in hand, and engages one of the deathguard traitors...

1d20 + 12 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 12 - 4 = 11

Her axe grazes off the traitors armor, despite being attacked by the powerful minotaurkin the traitor appears unphased.

Perception DC 16:

Both of them appear so calm its... Unnatural.

Perception DC 20:

The dancing light reveals something slinking away behind the enemy lines, as you notice it however you notice the demons are particularly more focused on you...

Despite the interference the creatures press forward, invoking attacks of opportunity from Kieran as they try to reach the casters...

AoO's Kieran, Seren, Tawn'Garth

Tawn'Garth's Axe cleaved off the arm of one of the advancing demons, killing it where it stood.

Tawn AoO's: 1d20 + 12 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 12 - 4 = 16
1d12 + 8 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 8 + 4 = 23

Mongrelmen Crossbow's: 10d20 ⇒ (1, 2, 15, 13, 8, 2, 4, 13, 10, 4) = 72
10d10 ⇒ (10, 6, 8, 9, 7, 8, 3, 5, 1, 5) = 62

Lomar Eldritch blast: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
2d8 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8

Kieran's opponent dies in front of him as a blast of pure magical energy washes over it, reducing it to nothing but dust as Lomar smirks in the barbarian's direction.

5 opponents left, 3 demon creatures and 2 deathguard traitors.

The demons advanced to menace Lasciel and Ethyra, Jaegers sword slid across the skin of the demon that now threatened his wife. The bloated creatures moved with greater grace then expected and the Deathguards draw their shortswords and move to engage Tawn'Garth and Kieran.

Attack Lasciel - Hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Claw Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Attack Seren: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Attack Ethyra: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Crit Claw Damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 4) + 2 = 8`

Attack Tawn'Garth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Shortsword damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 4) + 4 = 13

Attack Kieran: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

In the dancing lights Lasciel is scratched by the demon that is menacing her, Ethyra is given a serious injury by her opponent as it attmepts to gut her and leaves a nasty gash across her stomach and torn clothes...

Kieran's opponent fights with all the visciousness that a Deathguard possess, he comes in and feints with his blade before coming around and slashing her across her thigh. Forcing the Minotaurkin on the defensive...

Back to the party! Your Initiative!
Damage Inflicted
Lasciel 3 Damage. Ethyra 8 damage.
Ethyra's opponent is seriously injured (two crossbow bolts jutting out of his skin)
Deathguard are still slightly injured.

Good Luck!

Currently flying home, hopefully going to get myself a little reorganized. My whole left shin is a single bruise at the moment and hurts like hell when I walk. No fun. May be a couple of days as we are trying to sell our house and trying to get a new one built.

Custom-1 The house we are trying to get numbers on and built...

I am hoping it won't kill our budget but as I told the wife this will be the one and done home. From here I am going to work on getting apartment buildings and start going the residential route. I am hoping it isn't higher than 300k but we will see...

This company also builds four (single) plexes. Quite literally four houses on a semi small plot that are capable of being rented out as four separate apartments. It costs are 500K but if you look at renting them for 1k-1.3k each you easily make money off of the huge investment. But this will be a few years from now.

I also am trying to get into a production gig, where I will be on the ground floor when it kicks off. Which will be awesome. Don't know what the pay is but a lot of things are going on right now. Too many to describe.

You have no idea.

you should be...

I'm not worried about the addition og the SGG archetype. Things are going to be a bit more crazy from here on out so you best come at me with your best shot.

As I said the conversition process didn't go as I intended and some of these enemies are way tougher then I thought. However to dummy them down nmakes them near pointless. Because a lot of their strengths come from what they are. So no problems and contiune on. :)

Explain why we need to retrain?

The only time Gestalt clashes rule wise is when you start adding PRC classes to the mix. Other than that I don't see an issue, so roll on!

Okay and no rush :D

Yes please. Apologies. Please get your gestalting done and I will work on gettingnmy act together here. Been an odd hitch and I am going home tomorrow.

Party is up, no particular order needed!

So Initiative is as followed.
Mongrelmen Crusaders

The enemy have the cave ahead of you completely blocked off with their sheer numbers. Leaving only enough space for attacks to fight seven versus seven for now...

Looks fun~

Dervish dancer bard~ ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡

Pbp Corsario Kingmaker Birth of a Kingdom campaign. I play Ni and Xi. I have two buddies in there as well one playing the pair of Lizardfolk. The other plays a pair of cavaliers and Danath commands the big army. His army out numbers everyone else 3 - 1 lol.

One character commands 150-200 followers thanks to Crusader (mythic), leadership (feat) and a magical banner that give +4 leadership mod and double followers. Its insane.

Mythic itself is overkill lmao.

But oh so much fun!

I am in a game with 14-16 mythic characters. There are 8 players and they each have a cohort who is mythic and the cohort has a cohort lol.

Updates coming tonight.

Gotcha. That was why I pushed your event some. Kept it in so I but accelerated it since you were busy.

Still waiting on responses from temple group - Ael ;)


I have thought this over for a long loooooooooooooooooooooooooong time.

What would you guys say about going gestalt? At least in skyfall, the monsters I converted over are proving far more meat grinder like then I had hoped.

So let me know!

Oh welcome back! I thought you were going to be out for a while longer! XD

Temple Group

If you have questions don't hesitate to hit me up in spoiler or in ooc. This will be a little railroady but we are getting a move on! :D

Ael's fall:

She charged at the Other Ael, intent to destroy her and realized too late that it was a trap. Seeing the smirk on the other's face as she grabbed her goodly twins hand and dragged her into what could only be described as a swirling miasma of time energy. She kicked Ael hard in the stomach as she cast her into the void that was this time stream and laughed as she tumbled into the swirling energy. She saw the past, the present, the future, the lives of those who lived and those who were never born. The tragedies that befell the innocent and the hunger and terribleness of evil allowed to run rampant.

She fell forever before she finally crashed into a cobblestone street, she laid there gasping before pausing at the loud rap of a tapping cane nearby. Ael pressed herself shakily to her feet where she came face to face with an old man. The man watched her from underneath his cap as he leaned against the only source of light in the entire area, which seemed to disappear into darkness.

"Where... Where am I?" She stammered out.

The old man responded with a deep bass of a voice, with an almost sagely wisdom chiming in it. "Its not a matter of where you are but when. Its been ages since I met a Time Lord, so let me welcome you to the End of time."

"Time Lord? What are you talking about?! I need to get back!"

"Back? That time came and went ages ago, they failed. The temple was destroyed and the shining sea became nothing more than another dead world in the sea of stars. Elves became extinct and the Old World fell into ruin as well. Why would you go back? You've tried and failed. What will be different?"

The news was too much and she fell to her knees. "I have to... To try..."

"You did and you failed. What will you do now that will be any different?"

"I don't know! I have to try!"

"Try? Next time she will kill you, her control of time is brazen but immensely powerful. But where she toys with it like a child who plays with her toys too much not realising she holds a viper waiting to strike. But you are a babe, barely able to walk let alone face such a horror. Your death would give her the final thing she needs, she'd be the last." His voice carried a dark tone as he adjusted his bowler cap to shadow his aged face.

"The last? What do you mean?"

The old man sighed as if telling a story he's said more than once already. "She crossed the time streams and killed the other versions of herself across the dimensions. She is you from your time but twisted and she intends to erase you completely and as she killed the others she grew stronger. You were too weak to realize you two have grown stronger..."

"No your wrong..."

"Little lady, I am anything but..." He raises his hand and from the tips of his fingers poured forth the purest of time motes and aevum that Ael had ever seen. It overwhelmed her senses and she screamed in ecstasy as it washed over her. But as quickly as it started it stopped and when she came to her senses she felt... Stronger and her head was clearer than before. Ael rose to her feet as the old man spoke again. "So Time Lord, what do you plan to do differently?"

"Please... Teach me how to control time."

The old man's aged smile appeared by the dim light as he spoke again. "Finally, the right answer..."

A voice crackled into her helm and she remembered Carson's holo-gram and when he spoke she stood stunned for a moment. "This was what I couldn't tell you before. WE found you Ael, alone on a dead world. Nothing more than ash and bare rock. Standing by the very gate that brought my men and I to the Shining Sea, we promised to stop her and created that armor for you. However, you begged us not to go and when I didn't listen, you followed us and died. It was all my fault and..."

Ael laid her face into her hands and sobbed as memories came to the surface, memories of an Ael that wasn't her. Children playing, Carson's home, his soldiers the Grey Riders. Their mission. Everything rushed back, overwhelming her with the grief she felt when she couldn't sway them.

The Grey Riders ride willing to their death, to stop genocide, to kill a tyrant, to the last, never fearing, never wavering, til the last shot was fired. There could only be... Victory.

"Your our last trump card Ael, you are the Last Grey Rider and you have to win this! And if you can find the forgiveness to forgive this foolish soldier, if not I understand..."

"Enough! We don't have all the time in the world! Wait... Heh I guess we do... But atone later and lets get started." The old man lifted his cane and pressed his bowler cap up and revealed his golden eyes.

Ael couldn't stop her tears as she looked towards the golden eyed old man. [smalle]"Yes..."[/smaller]

V's fall...:

V's hands slipped from the emergency generators as what little life was finally stripped from him. He slumped into the shadow as it finally overwhelmed him...

Without him the temple would fall back into shutdown and eventual detonation...

He had failed...

Everyone is thrown to the ground as the temple lurches violently, the lights flash, several walls crack and the machine parts that had been whirling quietly pour out. Shattered and scattering like blood from an open wound.

When the shaking subsides you find several of the tubes are now damaged and their occupants will soon die if the temple is not restored. It seems that the fate of an entire race lays in your hands now...

The damage injured those within the tubes as well. Releasing them now would surely kill them...

Filler - Tyrn - Terrible price...:

In one section the floor split wide open, impeding the advance of Capt Carroll's men and Tyrn's forces. As the violence settled down, everyone rose to their feet and gasped as the lights went out once more. Plunging the entire temple into darkness. It was then all hell broke loose, Carroll and his men were besieged by a new wave of monstrosities that nearly overwhelmed their lines in a matter of minutes, had it not been for Tyrn's otherworldly warrioresses they never had stood a chance.

The fighting was brutal and without mercy, before his eyes Tyrn watched as a young riflemen bravely defended his wounded companions. Only to be overwhelmed by the hulking musclebound drudges and get pummeled to the floor. The boy resisted though, drawing a boot knife and jamming it into the drudges knee, his efforts were rewarded by the musclebound brute taking hold of his hand in its on and crushing it so hard that the sounds of each bone in his hand and wrist breaking echoed through the dark halls. It rolled him over and then, in full view, pulled his head back and sawed through his throat with a wicked looking cleaver in the most barbaric fashion. The riflemen couldn't have been older than nineteen...

Capt. Carroll had fought valiantly to reach him and when he failed the Captain lost his reason and engaged the monsters alone. After several long moments of struggle he brought the last of that pack down, severing their hoses and denying them the dark liquid that supplied their terrible strength. The one that had killed the boy though he finished off without mercy, drawing his pistol and hammering through its glass face with a high caliber round at point blank range. He had fully intended to never see it rise again.

Carroll was putting away his pistol as something materialized out of the darkness behind him. Tyrn shouted a warning and Aucturn disappeared in a puff of shadows to try and intercept what was coming...

But she arrived too late, Carroll gave a strangled gasp as the black blade slammed through his midsection and broke through his chest. As his lung filled with blood he twirled his blade and disarmed that which had attacked him. He stumbled, blade still ran through him and his own sparking off something with incredibly hard skin...

What stood in the dim light as the british soldiers turned their torches (flashlights) on it was a creature unlike any Tyrn had seen. It was very insectoid in shape and size and had a chitinous armor strong enough to deflect bullets. The soldiers unleashed a withering volley that did little more than make it cross two of its arms protectively over its head and advance with the remaining two arms wielding blades the color and seemingly the consistency of shadow. It was, for a lack of a better term, a giant ant...

Aucturn engaged it then and the two battle so ferociously that the very walls shuddered with the titanic strength they unleashed on one another. Her blades lone eye darted and bulged and appeared bloodshot from the strain it was under.

However that wasn't the only beast that attacked, mutated elves, goat-like humanoids, mutated cat-folk and undead lurched out of the dark like an unstoppable wave. THe machine priest was nearly overwhelmed. The cephalad woman couldn't contain all of them with her tentacles and trident. Even the serpent sisters were pushed back by the mad creatures that came screaming out of the darkness. The master had unleashed all of his mad minions to stop those that had come to liberate the temple and he intended to crush them completely...

The lady of gears.:

V had surrendered completely when all of a sudden the lights in the room flared once more, as if the temple had new life but this light was different. More potent, more refined...

The shadow's bunched together, shrieking in pain as it tried to escape the light. But there was no part of the room that wasn't covered, it was literally trapped in the center of the room and left screaming in agony. V watched as it took shape momentarily, humanoid and made up of a negative energy type...

It reached down and made him scream as it drained his body once more. However it was unable to finish the job as something burst through the mass of shadow surrounding him. It's metallic fist punched through the shadow creature and in an instant dispersed it nearly completely. However as the shadows broke apart they stilled and then rushed towards the armored figure that stood over V now. The shadows turned into motes of light that merged with her form and her figure blazed like a newborn sun, blinding his dead eyes and inflicting immense pain momentarily before the pain suddenly ceased. He could tell then that she wore armor that appeared to be made up of gears, its intricacy was so far advance it would have stilled the breath in his chest if he had needtobreathe.

"It was about time someone saved you V..." He remembered her voice, and as she turned towards him he stared in wonder at the lights that danced around her shoulders. It was as if a halo sat upon her brow now...

"It can't be..." His voice was cracking, his life was fading as his vision blurred.

Then a resurgence of strength and energy infused his being, he jerked his body convulsing as the power hammered through him. He reached out and grabbed onto the womans powerful arm as she pressed her hand down hard on his chest. The pain was more of a burning sensation as each tendon, each muscle, every organ suddenly started to regenerate. His eyes glossed over as new ones grew into his tired sockets, he coughed dust as his lungs flexed unnaturally in his chest and inflated like new again...

Her voice was like silk, like light chimes in a breeze. So musical it resounded within his soul. "You can't rest yet, not yet. Your needed V..."

He couldn't breath straight yet, overwhelmed by the sensations running through his new growing skin. But he nodded and dried lips he smiled...


You enter the museum, the dead were no the wiser to your passing and surprisingly the Skyblade seemed to silence itself the moment you began to sneak past the wandering horde. Fighting is still occuring throughoout the city but Leon's skin crawls as the city seems to be bleeding positive energy from somewhere. Its a feeling unlike any he has ever felt and it is slowly worsening, from a skin crawling sensation to a full body itch and most likely it will only get worse.

However Aurora doesnt feel the growing sensations like her husband, in fact its the opposite, a sense of calm fills her being. LIke everything would work out for the better. Despite the terrible tragedies, they would pull through and come out on top...

Inside the museum you find display cases have been smashed wide open, sacred artifacts and relics have been stolen and part of the museum is completely destroyed. The entire inside appears as if a massive battle was waged within, walls are burnt. Necrotite flames dance across burning tapestries that were once hundreds of years old and now lay in ruins or smolder along the edges of the ceiling.

As the horrible sensations begin to sting like fire ant bites, Aurora feels the Skyblade come alive. Tugging much more fiercely in a direction leading to the central part of the massive Museum. With little choice you followed its overwhelming will, stumbling past wrecked cases and charred corpses as you made your way to your unknown destination.

Leon tried to remain stealthy and was successful up until he saw what his wife was about to stumble into. He narrowly pulled her back before she was noticed by two hulking Cryxian Warjacks. Simply known as Axemen. They were like a walking meat grinder, chains covered their thin arms, lined with terrible blades that rotated so fast they let off a screaming roar akin to the wails of a dying horse. It was somthing they both feared as it used its enemies as fuel in its internal furnace. Which led to its other more terrifying weapon, a burning harpon that was mounted inside its soul furnace, which it used with deadly efficiency to capture prey and pull them in before slamming the door shut and burning them alive.

The two warmachines were feasting on the dead within the Museum and despite their heavy damage they were more then enough to wipe out the pair of Dhampirs because the Axmen were known for being frighteningly quick when at full burn and these monstrosities were so full that they smelled of corpse ash.

However the longing to reach its destination drove the Skyblade into a frenzy, its internal gears burned hotter and hotter as if it were being driven made. Aurora could feel it all and her empathic connection filled her with such sadness it felt as if her own heart would break soon if it didn't end. It was the same feeling she had if Leon ever died... Yet it was so much more then that, it was genuinely suffering now...

Will save dc 20 or suffer Crushing Despair


Nope I am just getting in the wrong place at the right time lately...

At least I escaped with only a scraped and bruised leg, butt and ankle.

Now I have to survive this g@@%@%n investigation.

Seriously stupid to be investigating.

Crane Fails, Worker gets hurt, Crane is proven to be Mechanically Un-sound. Oh but we need to wait 4 days and ask you your story AGAIN! Wtf. If the money wasn't great I wouldn't stay here...


Temple group

Ael DMNPC High: No - Low: Yes1d100 ⇒ 37

Cassian feels the world drop away as Ael touches his shoulder, as he turns to look at her she gives him a sad look. "Goodbye Cassian..."

With him gone Ael smiled as she took hold of the power she now understood, leaning forward she grabbed the Other Ael's hand and pulled it away before placing her own on Scavengers head. Scavenger then disappears completely. The Other Ael shrieked in rage as she tore her hand away and summoned up a mass of shadows, so thick that they appeared almost oily as they washed over each other.


Ael took on a fighting stance, her armor cycling up and activating her light spell as she roared back. "NO ITS YOU WHO FALLS TODAY!" The two came at each other, weapons drawn and fists raised in righteous wrath or murderous intention. Their time powers altering reality with each step as they engaged in what could only be the final confrontation.

In that moment, on a long forgotten and distant battlefield, the forces of darkness and light clashed. It was a moment those that could have witnessed it would never forget as darkness washed over the flagging light of goodness and consumed it in an instant...

1d2 ⇒ 1

Other then Ael Please summarize your intentions.

In essence please break down what you plan to do in 5-10 steps. Like what steps do you take before the fight or do you flee. We will simplify this and get on with the game.

Mir as you recall there was a massive door and chain you couldn't budge deeper within this place. The room of statues and the strange dream of how they died. Just a friendly reminder as it has been a long long time since that post lol!

You appear back in Scavengers makeshift treatment room and look in shock as Scavenger stands before you. Completely unharmed and looking just as surprised as you are. You have little time to react before you notice the machine elf Talmerren is on his feet as well. Or more realistically he is leaning heavily against a wall.

Please summarize what you are going to try and accomplish before the fight.

You and your fighting beauties make good headway and come to find another strange army is fighting to reach the temples core. The machine preist sighs heavily. "Who would have guessed the British would find there way here..." Despite tension at first you are quickly introduced to the leader of these British soldiers. Captain Carroll. A somewhat older and refined gentlemen such as yourself...

Same as everyone else, what are you going to focus on or are you going straight into battle?

Crosses post coming for you two in the morning. Sorry time for sleep. :(

Ho boy! You rolled a 20 Lasciel! HA! xD


The evil aura permeates all over their forms as they continue to argue with Tawn'Garth, who is looking more angry by the moment.


2d20 + 2 ⇒ (4, 16) + 2 = 22

Seren's glaive was in her hands as she growled. "They're evil permeates through their very being..."

At her words the men both become shockingly calm and the one that had been talking spreads his arms wide and smiles. Tawn'Garth's men unleash a full volley of crossbow bolts before they could do anythign else...

Readied Actions: 10d20 + 2 ⇒ (17, 2, 4, 17, 8, 10, 4, 10, 20, 3) + 2 = 97
Damage: 10d8 ⇒ (8, 7, 8, 8, 8, 2, 5, 2, 8, 8) = 64

Enemy stats
AC 15
Deathguard HP 16/32
Deathguard HP 16/32

Several crossbow bolts hit their marks, inflicting nasty injuries on the pair of Deathguards, however they are both standing. Grinning like lunatics as they both call forth dark powers...

2d4 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5

REality warps all around your group and out of that warped space emerged five slavering bloated creatures that looked hungrily at the mongrelmen and mixed creatures before them. These creature's bloated frame shudders with each heaving step, yet despite its shape, the thing moves with surprising quickness.

Roll Initiative!

The Fight is in the enclosed tunnel, the five dretches and Death Guards are in front of you and you are all amassed in front of them. Due to the tight confines of the tunnel, a single (20-30ft) move is enough to get into close quarter combat.

Crusader Mongrels & Tawn: 2d20 + 2 + 6 ⇒ (6, 14) + 2 + 6 = 28
Demons and Deathguards: 2d20 + 0 ⇒ (19, 19) + 0 = 38

Thanks Jaeger. I am glad tonas this could havr gone way worse.

SO posts to resume tonight. I am going to hasten skyfall a lot as I have made you all linger far too long.

Got my final checkup and other then a couple precautionary shots I am A-Okay to resume work. I think my butt got more injured then my leg lol.

@Seren Take your time and RL trumps gaming always! :)

Apologies for the wait, long hitch again.

So Update.

Got injured at work today. Posts will be sporadic for today and possibly for the next couple days. Sorry for the inconvenience. =/

Had a boom fail at work while load was suspended, the load (Approximately 3,000 lb+) landed on a pivot point and the main mass swung back and towards me. I nearly avoided injury but tripped and had my leg get multiple abrasions. It isn't a huge deal but the investigation is on going.

Our mechanic came out to test for mechanical failure and the boom fell again with load suspended (this time in a more controlled state) so at least now that POS can go rot in a junkyard because this is not the first nor the second time this has happened. its the 6th time....

Now that a senior personnel with nearly a decade of experience has been injured they are finally taking notice to an issue that has been reported numerous times. Yay.

See you guys tomorrow!

hehe, flying to work a day early. Posting will be spotty~

"Your calling us traitors because we avoided injury?" The more level headed one responds angrily. "This is madness!"

Tawn'Garth glares towards the two men as her eyes find the same as Jaeger. She raises her fist and her ten men spread out as best they can and level their crossbows at the two Deathguards.

The accused stand there, one appearing completely innocent while the other starts to sweat profusely at the many weapons and glares being leveldd at them.


You sense an evil aura off each of the two Deathguards. Its not overwhelming but it is there...

Sense Motive Checks - NPC's: 10d20 + 2 ⇒ (8, 7, 4, 10, 12, 2, 7, 18, 5, 13) + 2 = 88

Sense Motive Party-Kieran: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Sense Motive Party-Cid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Sense Motive Party-Seren: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14
Sense Motive Party-Lasciel: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Sense Motive Party-Jaeger: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Sense Motive Party-Lomar: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Sense Motive Party-Ethyra: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Kieran and Jaeger:

Kieran - Despite not being able to see you can tell something isn't right by the tone of the Mongrelmen's voices.

Jaeger - You don't understand what they are saying but you can tell by the smears on their armor and their stances that these two are not wounded. Nor shakened...

Bottom line is, something doesn't feel right...

trawets71 wrote:
Red Velvet Tiger wrote:
Princey! Can we haz Zeitgeist AP, pwease? *Bats eyelashes*

With a request like that, how can you say no. :)

Of course I can say no to that as I'm immune; having two daughters I've steeled myself against such enchantments.

LMAO immune to charm person eh? ;)

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I guess we will resume monday. Have a good weekend everyone.

Celebrating my second sons birthday. He is a whooping 1 yr old lol. And . I feel reallllllllllllly old.

Must be out on vacation eh? >.>;

No answer - Moving on~ Above 50 with light, below no light...1d100 ⇒ 21

Also Anevia, Horgus and the Blind elf are not with you on this one...

The group decides to go without light, much to Tawn'Garth and her men's approval. Sadly for those who are forced to hold onto their fellows shoulders as they walk in the pitch black, it proves a daunting, troublesome and painful task. The walk seems to go on forever as you stumble through the dark, until finally the sounds of rapidly approachin footsteps can be heard ahead.

For those of you with Darkvision

Some of you Choose who volunteers to be guides for Kieran and Ethyra please~ are forced to aid your non darkvision capable companions along as you walk through the tunnels.

At first you passed by a couple tunnels that led off and away from the main road to Neathholm as you come to understand it. Eventually these side tunnels disappear entirely and for a long Long time you walk into a well worn passageway. This tunnel is strewn with the bones of the fallen which crunch noisily, at times, under foot. Tenacious blood smears still stain the walls from battles fought long ago, yet there appears to be no sign of a struggle recently. Only the well worn path and the tell tale marks of recent passage not too long ago.

Everyone (With those with darkvision explaining to those who can't see) ;)

When the hurried footsteps started t echo from up ahead you readied your weapons along with the Mongrelfolk and were pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be Mongrelfolk crusaders who approached from up ahead.

Their armor was battered and their faces smeared in blood and gore as they stumbled up to your group. "It was a trap, bastards lured us in and attacked us from all sides. We only just broke through so some of us could get away to get help." They look at your group as if waiting for an answer or to let them pass so they can get to Neathholm.


?????: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
?????: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

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