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Rough Times ahead... Possibly:
Apologies for slow posting, due to the low oil prices work has become a hectic place. I recently took a position that put me closer to the chopping block in an attempt to follow a more proactive and dynamic career. However, as the saying goes in my field of work.
The closer you are to the wellhead. The Safer you are. Office classified people, depending on what part of the Office spectrum you are in, tend to be cut first. But they have been laying off those close to the well head as well. So no one is safe atm.
I don't regret my decision as it's my hope they will relocate me to another group, with a drop in pay of course while Oil continues to fluctuate. Its a shame that many people have been cut already and I feel for their situation. So we will see how it turns out, myposting will be irregular as I make preparations in case the worst case scenario arrives.
Heres to hoping oil doesn't fall lower or else relocation to another group[ will be all but impossible. :/
Not to pour RL troubles on you all as we have all been there and some of us continue to struggle daily with one issue or another. I've been to four meetings this week that involved talking about cut backs and watching what happens to the market for the next 90 days and our work schedule going from full to Nothing in the first meeting. Not good. So lack of sleep has prevailed of course because I can't help but be bothered by whats happening.
The most shocking thing was that all the area's I had applied to over the years have taken a 80-85% cut in work force as they are now under a different operators control. This particular operation company runs Lean they don;t build kingdoms, require multi skilled divisions and aren't afraid to just fire you on the spot if you warrant it. They reduced a 200 man camp down to 44 within a week of taking over the facility.
So I am thankful my earlier attempts hadn't succeeeded or else I'd probably had met the chopping block... :/
Mai's attack is met with the powerful gaze of the dragon. It snarled as some of you injured it, Rhavenna's lance buries deeply into the dragon and gains a roar of rage as its blood spills from the staggering hit. However it wasn't beaten yet, its already ragged form made it hard to tell if it was on its last legs or not...
Despite its injuries it rose up, revealing that its former posture wasn't its full height or size. Before such a terrible sight a primal urge welled up in those nearest to Dresskel. The momentary presence of the firghtening strength of dragons...
Will save vs Frightening presence. DC 17 Will or panicked for 5d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 5, 5, 5) = 18 rounds
The very ground starts to freeze, the air turns hazy in Livains vision as the air rapidly cools around Dresskel. Mai's scales flare as the cold burns his fire hardened frame, the centaurs's body showed visible spots where frost was gathering on her along with the mad clerics armor starting to frost over.
Cold Aura 1d6 ⇒ 4 Fort DC 17 for half
bite +20 (2d6+10/19–20), 2 claws +19 (1d8+7), 2 wings +14 (1d6+3), tail slap +14 (1d8+10)
Two Claw attacks @ Rhavenna: 2d20 + 19 ⇒ (9, 15) + 19 = 43
Tail slap @ Wallave: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25
Mai takes 14 damage
You learn the standard weaknesses of dragons and their imunities. However...
Wallace is overwhelmed by images of pain and suffering...
YEARS of pain and suffering, even now this mighty dragon is in such staggering pain that it cannot fly... Its wings are so atrophied and its scales have degraded so much that he is more vulnerable.
Its not just that which you witness but the one that inflicted absolute terror on a once feared dragon. You glimpse only its eyes, devoid of life, an empty blackness that pulls at your soul even as you witness this memory. "You'll find them. Yes. Yes. Yes... You'll bring them back to me... Dead or alive? No matter~ Their corpses will make fine instruments of death. Even you Dresskel will be my instrument. You'll find them. You'll bring them back. Kill all that oppose you. Ravage their lands, kill their people. Spread terror and death in your wake like a good pet. Their names are..."
Wallace's distracted state is slammed back to reality when he takes a blow upside the face by Dresskel's mighty tail. The dragon's glare falls on the foul human that had brushed its mind so briefly, but there is a hint of terror reflected back in its eyes. As if it fears what Wallace has learned.
Dresskel is shakened by Wallace's presence.
Party is up, NPC's to react after you. Remember that some of you are affected by Haste.
2d4 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2
until next breath weapon + Electrical breath 1d4 ⇒ 2
Emerging from the ruins come two four man squads of hobgoblins armed with tower shields that take up position at the ruined entrance, forming a veritable wall of metal and blades.
This is soon followed by several agony and fear filled screams as what sounds like several if not dozens of unknown people cry out for help...
Hawk leaps down from the cover of the trees, followed swiftly by a pair of bloodied rangers and the three advance alongside all of you unleashing a quick succession of arrows to Pepper Dresskel.
Attacks on Dresskel:
6d20 ⇒ (1, 4, 10, 15, 4, 7) = 41 2d8 + 4d6 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3) + (5, 2, 1, 1) + 8 + 2 = 23
... his two arrows dig in deep and make Dresskel bellow in pain before turning to look at what new pest dared harm it.
"Press the attack! Help is on the way!"
Yalanda emerges from the forest, hastened by her quickened magic and speeds to Xiang Yu's side. Unable to reach him across the long distance...
Fighting continues to echo from the woods as what remains of Xiang Yu;s group appears to be routing what is left of the hobgoblins from the initial vanguard.
Party is up!
Sorry for the wait, :(
The last ballista, its engineers and the handful of hobgoblin archers stationed there scramble to reload the siege weapon as there archers advanced. They took up a defensive position to the sides of the parapet and unleashed two volleys of nearly a dozen arrows at the unknown creature that hung unmoving in the skies.
12d20 ⇒ (10, 5, 5, 17, 5, 11, 16, 11, 4, 7, 20, 1) = 112 1d20 ⇒ 17
Out of all the arrows one was fired particularly well and met its mark,
Dresskel, undeterred inhales deeply again, his scales stretch and crack as the blue light emanates once more from beneath. The ground this time hisses and cracks as the warm earth rapidly freezes and heaves under the blistering cold. However this time Dresskel's scales start to surge, electrifying the air and filling the area around him with the smell of burning ozone as he turns to face Wallace and Rhavenna's charge.
However as he opens his jaw to release death on them the barking challenge of Xiang Yu brings Dresskel's hate filled eyes to look back on the Lone Samurai. Who raises his weapon and starts to speed up as if the world were pushing him forward.
Irresistible Challenge 0/Remaining
Wallace & Rha, Xiang, Maithreen & Unknown flyer.: 1d4 ⇒ 1
DC 21 Fort for half: 12d4 ⇒ (2, 2, 2, 1, 3, 4, 1, 4, 4, 2, 2, 3) = 30 Cold 12d4 ⇒ (3, 4, 1, 3, 4, 1, 1, 2, 1, 4, 2, 2) = 28 Lightning
Xiang Save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Xiang Yu's defiances in the face of such a monstrosity is heroic but proves to be his undoing as Dresskel unleashes a blast of frigid cold coupled with electrical strikes. The breath weapon hits Xiang Yu so hard that it flings him backwards like a toy thrown by an angry child. His banner breaks apart and his standard falls on the field as he lands unmoving on the field...
Dresskel's jaw appears burned from the attack and when the Samurai falls he shakes his scaled head as if he had been charmed. Seeing that his intended targets were still coming at him he coils his tail and wings around himself protectively and looks to be hunching down like a cat ready to jump upon a mouse...
What appeared wasn't a simple elemental, at least not one that Wallace or any other spellcaster present had seen before. It appeared to look like some sort of dragon like creature, the size of a horse with eyes that burned with hellfire. Its was made of the blackest shadows and its scales were like pitch, the air shimmered with the amount of cold it radiated from its body. As if everything around it was touched vilely by its presence. It looked back at its summoner and spewed a magma like substance at him in reaction to his commands.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23
Strangely the creature obeys, flying upward and tearing past Maithreen just after the winged magus had thrown the makeshift cocktail earthward towards their opponent. It passed so close to him however that his skin burned with its passage, he had the signs of instantaneous frost nip on his scales as the creature rose to just above the fog cloud....
Mai - 2 hp of damage DC 22 Fort to halve damage
The Hobgoblin siege engines twanged as they unloaded their ballista bolts towards the unknown creature and...
1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 6 - 4 = 7
1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 6 - 4 = 5
... both ballista bolts fly wide, one coming close enough to gain a frost layer on its side and wreck its flight path enough that it slammed into the earth near the charging Xiang Yu. Making his forward run even more death defying...
The creature, distracted momentarily unleashed a blast of nearly indescribable material at the hobgoblins that assailed it. It was like a ball of tar, hacked up from the gullet of a dead dragon and as it slammed into the small tower top it burst into a burning, oily oozing mess that consumed the hobgoblins. It ignited instantly when the open air met the core of this strange ball of liquids, turning the top of the tower into a full on blaze, immolating everything and reducing the Ballista to a useless hunk of wood. The screams of the hobgoblins dying in agony can be heard easily, the death of its allies was not a distraction for the mighty Dresskel...
Breath Weapon - Line - Plasma: 8d8 ⇒ (5, 8, 3, 1, 4, 5, 3, 6) = 35
The strange summoned creature hovered just above the fog bank now, barely in sight of its summoner...
He was extracting the fresh blood from his blade when the hobgoblin warrior arcs an eyebrow at the humans mad charge. The appearance of the elemental warrants his next actions well. He taps his mutated mount with the heels of his spiked boots and they vanish into thin air.
Maiathreen was above the battered looking Dresskel, who was clearly distracted by the appearance of an elemental, the mad charge of Xiang Yu and the appearance of some monstrous Lamia like Centaur...
4d4 ⇒ (3, 4, 3, 4) = 14
The flaming bomb blasts across the dragons scales and Dresskel roars in shocked rage at the dastardly attack.
Livain's attacks defelcted off his scales as Dresskel throughs off the burning oil, sending flames into the surrounding grasses...
Forgot to roll how long until he could reuse his breath weapon...: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Hob/Dresskel actions coming soon.
With the energy dispersing Mog returned to controlling the situation, a calm settling over her as she looked at the White Queen in a new light. She turned to V. "Assist the Ibixian Chosen, Bera. Do whatever you must to repair her."
She was about to speak but was stunned when some of the soldiers that had fought for the temple vanished. The british soldiers were each disappearing into motes of light, leaving nothing behind but fading boot prints in the dusty floor.
MOG sighs as she returns to commanding V to continue his work. "Time is correcting itself, these men were never here, but the work they did remains. Regrettable but a necessary correction."
The Formians help those they knocked down back to their feet as Mog approaches the Tabaxian's. She looks to Mir as she extends a hand. "I have met few Nomad's and if these sisters are willing to stand by you than I look forward to our talks later. For now its time for rest and recovery. I am sure we will have company soon enough."
She looks to Tyrn and Queen Sylandra. "V is right, it is not a time to be fighting, our enemy is legion and this world has forgotten us. If you wish to leave than do what you believe is best for your... People. But the ancient hive is your domain and this remains your home if you wish it."
Sylandra nods deeply and mog returns it like two great leaders only could. Sylandra turns to look at Tyrn her voice centered on him alone.
:Our kind have had a way of messing things up for a long time, this isn't a fever dream, it is real and I am shocked as anyone. However I am glad you are healthy, your heart was nearly gone after the shocks you faced before. However I must admit the treatment appears to have breathed new life in you... You are. Younger, Yes?:
She tilted her head as her long antennae felt for the wrinkles of an aged human and surprisingly found a younger man instead.
Ant stood tall, recovering his three blades and sheathing them as he looked prepared to defend his Queen once more.
The two priests recovered, standing up as Mog gave orders. She looked to the winged Mechanical Priestess and arched an eyebrow. "Good to see you Aurora. Be so good and ready the operating room for him. No questions? Good." She dismissed her with a glance as she looked to the other Priest. "Ready the Destroyers. Its time we prepped for an attack. how many can you control?"
He bowed as he responded. "I can controll thirty at most, I will prep our last Destroyer Mistress of Gears. The Chosen have claim to one as of today."
Her eyebrows rise a fraction as she turns towards Tyrn, Bera and Mir. "You work swiftly. Treat it well, I find pilots to accompany you on your journey."
eBefore much more could be said a voice rose above the Queen and Mog's own. "I can explain." The familiar voice rings in Tyrn's ears as another person he recognizes appears, the strong male elf who had carried him when he collapsed years ago. "Ant came to me some days before the ritual, demanding in a surprisingly hostile way that I give him my last project. Or should I say install it in him. It was the regenerative Chamber we were working on. It appears this is the result, the interruption of the ritual was Sylandra's soul being pulled away from the final rite and into the chamber in Ant's chest were she incubated until now..."
V shook his head before Mog could demand an answer as to How. "I have no more answers as to what or how only that the Formian's prove more... adaptive than we realized. But I think this is an opportunity to foster a strong alliance don't you agree?"
The White Queen Sylandra was about to speak when a Thrumm pulsed through the room, so much so that the very walls shook with the growing vibration. The Formian's reacted instinctively alongside the Cyrissian's, throwing the Chosen to the floor moments before another pulse slammed through the room. This time the temple itself was shaking.
MOG remained on her feet, moving towards the controls of the temple core before nearly being blown off her feet by the second energy pulse.
"The Ley Line is stabilizing, we need to relieve energy or it will backlash."
V looked at her, his shock evident as he spoke. "Everyone will see it MOG..."
She reached the controls and started moving dials and levers as she smirked. "Precisely. Besides, we have little choice..."
She turned a dial and the thrumming began to worsen to the point that everyones ears started to ache. The British soldiers were gripping their heads, writhing on the floor as she continued to crank the unseen dia on the controls. When the final click occurred the pain stopped and the thrumming died down to a low vibration once more. The lights in the temple no longer flickered and were now a solid comfortable brightness which banished away nearly every shadow...
A light unlike any other pierced the night sky for hundreds of miles. For some who witnessed this event they thought that a new sun had been born while others new the light for what it was.
The dead eyes of the Cryxian warcaster, leader of the advance expedition looked upon the temples distant light with the trace of nostalgia. "Finally, they reveal themselves. I tired of these mongrel races and their weak ability to entertain me." He waved a metal hand and several Thrall Lieutenants stepped forward. He spoke to them in a clicking and hissing language and in a few short words each were nodding in assent before moving off into the night.
"I hope they prove to be more entertaining..." He cackled in delight and picked up a lantern that writhed with a noxious green smoke. The cries of the trapped souls within made his dead smile grow wider.
Closer to the temple the last of the Ibixian tribes muster their warriors and prepared to face whatever darkness had taken control of the PLace of Sadness, to protect the world from its horror's once more...
Panic reigned in Koollat, the citizens feared what this strange column of light meant for their people. Had a new enemy? A Greater enemy? Finally revealed itself? Were they doomed to extinction?
the Beleghtor barely maintained order as rioting occurred beyond the sections of the city they controlled, causing them to fight the ancient guardians of the High Ones remains and incurring countless losses...
Kel'der'druinidin was able to finally rein his people in with words of encouragement that only his booming voice could deliver, his voice soothed the angered guardians as well and helped turn them to return to their silent watch in the outskirts of the ruined high one city.
The light to him was a sign of hope, hope that an ancient ally was rising from its slumber. Or at least the promise of a new tomorrow if he had to crush them and take their strength for his people...
Fog Cloud isn't dispersed completely, my bad there. So summoning the elemental would be a good idea still. Dresskel revealed himself with that blast of draconic breath. I couldn't sell that it somehow
Was there anything I wasmissing for you guys? Charging atm is impossible as you still have the tree cover atm, Mai is still flying upward to drop his bomb and Livain is high enough that the trees do not obscure her aim correct?
Yalanda continues to keep up her singing but casts spells to bolster your party...
Casts Haste - Livain, Wallace and Rhavenna are affected. Sorry Mai
Part y is still up!
Yeah, the dropping oil prices are not helping things. :/
Over 400 laid off this month alone. Not just contractors but company men as well. So yeah. Being the new guy is rough. Didn't expect this and there is one thing I know. Oil companies will get there profits to stay in the black. Thats why you have to be careful with the job you go into. Because none are permanent. No one is irreplaceable. Lol so working a lot to save money and get ready just in case. Knock on wood it hasn't ever happened but that doesn't mean it won't.
Dresskel appears to be a very tattered and battered looking white dragon, he is larger than a Clydesdale by a fair margin but just under a giant in size, however he is long and still retains massive muscles akin to draconic might.
J.R.R. Tolkien, fav author despite how long past he is BUT Yes Smaug's breath weapon in the movies was awesome and I had to copy it in description to give players a little more of an O~h S*@~! moment. Glad it was enjoyable.
I did mention that he moved to the center of the large clearing in the beginning which took the hobgoblin's some time to cross and get into the forest but Dresskel is intelligent enough to wait and not get hemmed in by trees. Granted he isn't smart enough to remember little insects carry pointed sticks that hurt a lot...
If you want we can hurry this battle up. Or skip and move forward. Thats an option so we can continue the story. I have d100 charts that make it easy to decide which side wins and how bad/good they do.
Its way anticlimatic but it would speed things up tremendously until I can figure out my mapping issues. :/
Theres also the option of doing more than one round worth of actions, granted that means we may need to do some retconning based on certain conditions. Or I will pause if someone gets knocked unconscious. But thats another option that I am currently going in another game. Granted we are fighting mooks but its made battles complete in a day instead of several days/weeks.
Right now the internet I use is blocking all attempts to use Google maps, which irks me to no end. Even my camp blocks ANYTHING that allows (filesharing) AKA even youtube. It drives me nuts. Because the internet is so slow it takes 10 mins for Piazo to load let alone my Pbp's games. My phone is faster but Google docs is impossible.
Apologies there for not clarifying it, its a large clearing between the wood line and the fortress. Xiang Yu is running towards but not engaging the dragon yet. He was merely challenging it. I get a little lost in my writing sometimes Dragonstorm does that too me. Will try and be more clear later. Honestly don't do much Outside fighting in my Pbp games so trying to cover all the scales of outside movement is rough sometimes.
The arrows called to his other fighters, many cursed as they were fighting Hobgoblin skirmishers and knew that the signal was a call to regroup. They continued to struggle against the enemy in the brushes...
Hawk / Enemy: 2d100 ⇒ (66, 51) = 117
The fight was near dead even, the only reason they were prevailing is because they had superior tactics and magic to draw upon while the enemy was using strength of numbers and explosive vials...
Aside from the smoke in the sky, several more smaller explosions sound in the distance. Smoke and even some flame rise some distance away as a struggle continues elsewhere...
Dresskel roars in anger as two arrows pierce his hide, he looks around in rage for those attacking him as several more arrows streak out of the trees...
2d20 ⇒ (16, 13) = 29
... another set of small streaks of blood start to run as Dresskel rages. He inhales as the fog clouds dissipate. Revealing the twin Ballista glistening in the distance as the Hobgoblin's appear to have readied siege weapons!
Two arrows launch skyward, one releasing an ear piercing scream while the other reach's the highest point of its arc and explodes with a dense cloud of dark smoke that hung heavily in the sky like a shadow.
He inhales, so much that its belly distends momentarily, its scales slide apart enough to show what appear to be blue cracks running along its chest and underbelly. Glowing with a baleful dark blue like that of mountain water for a moment before the dragon released a blast of blistering cold breath that covered the ground in ice crystals and slammed into the defiant Xiang Yu. As the dragon Exhales Xiang Yu started to run forward, into the blast, headlong towards the dragon. His injured leg didn't slow his stride any longer as his battle spirit drove him onwards!
DC 21 Fort for half: 12d4 ⇒ (3, 4, 2, 1, 4, 4, 3, 3, 3, 2, 2, 2) = 33
The Hobgoblin's do not fire their ballista's, appearing to be waiting for a clear shot...
Xiang Yu - 80 Feet away Running
PARTY IS UP!
Ga'Tul, while being assisted by Lasciel, looks to Jen'Dalash her wolfen like eyes glowing ever so faintly for a moment as she spoke. "During the first crusade, our people aided those above in beating back the hordes. When the creatures went beneath the earth we continued to fight them. Only a few generations ago these caves teemed with life, it was difficult but there were many places and now only Neatholm remains."
"The Deathguard originally were Dwarves, whose city was crushed beneath the weight of the demon's attacks." Her eyes glistened as she looked away. "They swore vengeance and fought to the last. Before the last of them fell we took up their banner and made it our own. Its a grim existence, but without struggle the demons will consume us all so we must fight. Or who else will?" As Lasciel helps her to sit down, Ga'Tul gives her a toothy grin but finishes speaking, although her voice is more thoughtful than before. "Where you stand now is far more ancient than even our oral histories. This place was once a home or bastion for another people. Ones long gone before we claimed it."
Her voice returns to its previous caution as she speaks. "Be careful in your search, I wish you luck, we will search for survivors among the fallen here."
Please Advance your characters to lvl 2!
She leans heavily on those who aid her, revealing that the strength of her legs was lacking.
It takes a CLW/Channel to get her back on her feet. Battered but up.
Its takes quite a bit of magic to get her to where her eyes stay open more than a few moments at a time. When she came too she looked beat down, like the rest of the Deathguard's, a despair hung over them like a cloud.
She looks to each of you before her eyes rested on Lasciel. She growls in anger. "It was the torches..." The same foul smoking torches that her companions were now destroying as she spoke. "Ifri... It wasn't alone, there was a creature waiting for us. One I cannot even try to explain... It crushed most of my soldiers minds in a single breath. The smoke than caused wide spread confusion and they mistook each other as demons. They were seeing things that weren't there. It was one of my Lieutenants who struck me down. Those that fell to the charms of that demon were unaffected by the smoke and were turned on their confused companions. It was a wholesale slaughter by the Deathguards alone..." She pause, closing her eyes as she pictured the event clearly. "The corpses you passed, were of those who's wills were too strong for the demons compulsion. They paid the price for how ill-prepared we were."
Tawn'Garth appeared to still be in shock, looking down on the deceased Ifri as the light in the room faded little by little. "Ifri wasn't always such a fool, he used to be like her. However he changed little by little. We all did. As settlement after settlement fell to their unending advance. Even the Ratfolk didn't stand a chance, their metal men were the only reason they lasted so long. We lost contact with them after this place fell. Effectively cutting us from the few that still relied on us."
"It appears we have been given a gift by our enemy and I plan to rip out their heart for their insults." She balls one fist as her muscles flex visibly. She sighs as she gets on her knees. "I am already deep in your debt and hate to ask this but we will work to clear this place of the dead. If you can start searching the surrounding areas for any... Stragglers. I'd be more indebted to you all." She leans forward and places her four fists on the floor as she slowly, because of her battered muscles and injuries.
Your brother appeared to be fitfully sleeping, blowing small dust clouds as he snorted in his somewhat contorted fall. Shaking him appears to do little more than than straighten out how he is laying. Or worsen it...
Tales of demonic possession are common, used often by the ignorant to explain strange or violent behavior. While the majority of such cases are merely manifestations of madness or derangement, those that are legitimate possessions are often the work of shadow demons.
What you all saw could have only been such a foe. A Shadow Demon. An Incorporeal creature that is extremely sensitive to bright light, cold iron and/or Good aligned weapons. They have abilities to possess victimes and use their body like a carriage, even if their victim dies they do not die. The victim's spirit returns to their dying or dead form and are expelled to the boneyard. It is unknown whether this form of Murder by possession or if they are dragged into the abyss for the heinous acts committed despite not being in control.
They are able to throw off wizards attacks as well, overall they are a deadly infiltrator...
In a nut shell
My apologies for the long wait. Work is being especially difficult. I am currently withdrawing from my slower games so that I can narrow my focus and reduce my after work load for fun times.
Will try and get things moving forward again today as I get time. Working in a remote oilfield means you are sometimes without a computer or even good phone reception. So again my apologies. :/
Currently minimizing my gaming presence to hopefully lessen the strain on my current situation.
My new job has been rather hectic, had a major upset with the drop in oil and as of right now positions are being eliminated throughout the areas we work. During times like these its best to continue offering your self for work than just working your norm.
However I am dropping out of games where its has become slow or I am unable to focus enough. Honestly I am trying to free up time to continue the games I DM. For now stick with me. Apologies for my less than stellar record.
The game I am active in is only through posting with my phone. However I am hoping today I will be freed up to commit more time but as of right now its a wait and see. May be working a ten week hitch at work, we have some exploration work going on so that means I could get more time to post, however its my first exploration job so I will keep you posted. Since this is one of my most active games I thought I'd let you guys know. I most likely will be shutting down my least active games to increase my focus.
Skyfall is regrettably among those that may go on Hiatus temporarily. At least you are my players so we can start again but trying to make time.
Iron Gods is going to be dropped most likely but that is TBD.
WotR will continue
Iobaria will continue.
I've dropped out of four games I am currently in as players to try and get more time and minimize how late I'm up as a DM lol.
Again, sorry for the wait, will post later today in OOC/In Game when I get the chance. :/
Tawn'Garth stood stunned as the Deathgaurd appeared to recover themselves, some shook there heads as they looked around in confusion. Tawn was looking down at Ifri's corpse, he axe still dripping with blood and her former rage forgotten.
Despite the turn of events Ga'Tul remained eyes close and breathing slowly, albeit with some difficulty, as the injured warrior gathered the remaining soldiers together silently. He pointed towards the torches and the soldiers quickly went about destroying the foul smoking torches that lined the room and adjoining chambers.
Lol, funny Jen. Nope just work bogging me down! New job, more responsibility. Also figuring out my financials this year. trying to get those in line is a pain in the ass!
Ga'Tul's eyes lose there moment of fire as she smirks at Lasciel's response and they slowly close again. Her lips move but nothing comes out as she starts to sag again. She continues to breath but appears to be conserving her energy.
Ifri's smiles as Kieran comes towards him in a mad rage, taking the attack full on without so much as a grunt as blood spills to the floor. Tawn'Garth surges forward as well....
Hit: 1d20 ⇒ 19
... her axe delivers the final blow and in that instance the demons all vanish, as if they were never there at all. Ifri however staggers back against the wall. His horn broken, his chest an body a mass of bleeding injuries and exposed, several broken, ribs as he labors to breath. His shadow rises up, as if a darkness departed his body at the exact moment his body expired. Ifri's eyes bulge in surprise before they roll back and he collapses, his death rattle was barely heard as the creature that floated before you all spoke. Its voice was like claws on stone, shrill and painful as it spoke in so many voices it was shocking that you understand it at all. "Don't be mistaken Paladine, your god's care not for your pitiful struggles. Or else you'd not die like sheep! HA! So enjoy your brief victory, it shall buy you no respite as Neathholm shall fall just Like Kenebras." It closes its shadow wreathed fist, delighting in the despair it spread before it dissipated like smoke...
Yeah, there are some players on the board that have a special spoiler on each of their characters. Seeing as Pbp games don't always survive that same character. But what they do is reincarnate the character as something else but reuse the name. Almost like PFS in a way.
So each game that name passes through he keeps his tally goin. He also, on a separate word doc tracks each post where it occured for Relentless butcher. I bet if I went back I could pull it off with one of my retired characters lol.
If your in a game where you are at heights, a flying character or commonly grabbed by enemies and dropped from a great height. (IN IK there were giant birds that would do that in a battle. Swopp Grapple Fly up Realllllly High and drop. Repeat until adventurer meat is tender...) Thunderbirds would snatch you up and then use their thunder aura to shock the s$#+ out of you. usually doing 15d6 damage before dropping you for 15d6 followed by a lightning breath every 1d4 rounds for another 15d6 damage.
In IK magic items like Boots of the cat would be extremely rare like all magic items...
Esepcially when you have a % chance to lose 5hp permanently.
so posted with my pad as my Phone is MIA at the moment.
I sorta left it at work on my way home and driving 600+ miles for a phone was... not. worth. it. So i have been getting texts of Saw and 'I wAnT tO pLaY a GaMe...' the entire time I am hoome on my Facebook messenger... Smartasses.
Never trust oilfield people in the same sense of falling asleep at a smashing party with friends. You'll just wake up with a peter on you face. IN permanent marker or even paint pen...
Ugh didn't sleep worth a hells bell...
So to chime in as I agree with Rhavenna.
They inspire metagaming but metagaming in the sense that you as the player know of the feats exsistence and the best way to survive it but your character doesn't know this and preparing in advance is the game breaking part.
I've played with a number of people who tracked, by saving the links to posts, Relentless Butcher because a lot of DM's aren't just gonna let it fly that you accomplised some achievement with brutal ease gracefully. Granted Relentless Bucher takes a lot more work but you understand my point. At least I hope.
Achievement feats however are woefully ot of practice and not updated enough as well.
However being achievement feats I took them as just that, once accomplished you acheived that feat. You earned it however I have my own version of these feats namely because of what I stated above. Lack of flavor, too focused and not enough of them. I've never posted this because, like usual, I tend to take on too much at once and the list isn't as complete as it could be.
Also I do the massive damage rules so those falls can still be a deadly affair without these boots of the cat... Which I hadn't heard of until now. lol. So currently they are not in the makeup of what is in the camp.
Case in point.
All Gnoll's must die changed to Crusaders Zeal. The reason for this is it specifically stats Minions of Evil Gods. so in essenece you could aim for something like this in a WotR game and eventually net a +2comp on atk & dmg and will saves vs evil minions.
The trophy could be a disfigured holy symbol for the requirement, I pictured a Warhammer 40k feel for it. Like a medal emblaoned on your armor for you accomplishments and a symbol that angered and intimidated your foes.
Felicia heads west:
Heading back the way you came in a daze Felicia gets around the corner before she feels her skin start to itch. The Itching spreads rapidly, its followed quickly by her entire body feeling warm and the once cool damp cave feels like it is a slowly growing fire to the half catkin. Her armor feels tighter as if it wasn't quite fitting her form right anymore and her skin didn't feel quite like her own either.
The feeling causes Felicia to rise from the water and lean against the cave wall. It didn't appear to be ending anytime soon. Strangely enough the intense itching and growing warmth throughout her body felt really good...
Ever took 500 mg of Niacin? >:)
Perception Check please
Go ahead and apply everything from the PM, we will just get it done now since I am taking too long. My apologies. I want to keep going with this!
Let me know if your friend still intends to join please!
Any blemishes, scars or other disfigurements are gone now that she gained her template and ability. She is as close to bodily perfection as one can get...
Aiden and Zat head east:
Pressing on without Felicia you squeeze your way through the least of the flooded openings and find yourselves in an open chamber...
Perception checks please~