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HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

"My sisters," she replies flatly, tears beginning to rim her eyes. For a long moment, she says nothing, then, almost when it seems that she wouldn't say anything else, she begins telling of Dovan-Dur's fall in a soft, broken voice.

"It was about a year ago, I guess. That's when it began," a single tear runs down her cheek as she stares off into the night, her eyes dark and far away, "That was when the humans began their siege. They numbered nearly a hundred thousand, and Clan Shatterstone could only boast three and half thousand warriors all told. For the first time, we had to fight our enemies within the halls of our keep, and fought we did. They paid dearly for every inch, and their dead piled high within our halls, but it was not enough. It was never enough," she closes her eyes as the memories of those dark days returned.

"We killed them by the thousand, and still they came. In the end, we were pushed back. Over the next six months, my mother, my father, and my brothers all fell to human blades. Our numbers dwindled until we were only a mere shadow of what we once were. Of the ten-thousand and more dwarves that had called Dovan-Dur home, there were less than three thousand left when we had to flee. Only two hundred of us could fight, and some of us would need to stay behind to... to cover the retreat," Luca's voice begins to break, the tears starting to come in twos and threes, "Fifty of us faced thousands, and I was one of them. The fighting lasted hours before they wore us down to twenty and overwhelmed us. We had killed two thousand more of the bastards, but-- but," Luca swallows, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her control.

"They had found their way through the tunnels and had captured the others even as we fought. They paraded our kin in front of us in chains. They held pikes with the heads of dwarven elders and children, and the bodies of babes who'd not even been weaned. They-- they dragged my sisters before and all I could was watch as I was dangled by my hair like some doll in the hands of a careless child."

Several long minutes pass as tears run freely down her face. She refuses to look at Octavian, or the others listening to her tale. Her eyes are fixed on the same point in the sky as she sits there quietly weeping. Finally, she breaks the silence, her voice broken and quiet.

"And so it was, Luca Shatterstone watched as Dovan-Dur, the Steadfast Halls, fell, and witnessed her clan die."


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Just a heads up, I likely will only be able to post once a day for the next week or so.

"Don't worry about it," Luca replies to Octavian. She doesn't mind the presence of Zorgg or Ishak. In fact, she doesn't even seem to notice them. Her eyes are fixed on the stars just above the horizon as several long seconds go by.

"Do you know what it feels like to not know the fate of someone you care about? Someone you love," she asks the wizard after that silence.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

"And what if they surrender," Luca counters.

This was madness, Luca thinks to herself, The dragon wouldn't care what they thought. In her eyes, they were bound to find and return her clutch, and then these two were talking about killing everyone.

The light in her eyes fades, and her eyes turn as dark as the midnight sky.

"To hells with it. You don't care what I think," she mutters before getting up and going to the edge of the firelight.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

After everyone has had a chance to eat and rest their feet, Luca turns to Jietin and Zorgg.

"Thank you both for finding some food to fill our bellies with. We may have more people to care for soon, and we'll need both of you more than ever," the dwarf says earnestly as she rummages in the pack she'd filled with documents.

"From what I've found here, the caravan likely has a lot of supplies, tools, and people they've enslaved. It seems those in the fort wanted more backs to break their lashes on," she says with a low growl, "I won't demand your help, but I would be grateful for it. Beyond freeing slaves, we should also try to capture the leaders of this caravan alive. They may know where the dragon's clutch is, and having some information to begin with is better than none at all. Unless," Lucas sapphire eyes fall on Ishak, "our friend here would like to help his queen by helping us find her clutch so we can return it to her."

The dwarven woman looks around the group, her eye bright for the first chem since the fall of Dovan-Dur.

"It's likely a fool's errand. Death will harry our heels with every step, but this is what the legends and songs of old are made of. Who's with me?"


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

"Aye, I think we're all agreed on leaving," Luca says, having kept quiet while the kobold had spoken, "Our stronger tougher members on the flanks and rear with someone with good eyes up front. That'd give all of us the best chance of survival."

The dwarf looks to the kobold and gives him a smile, the kind that chills blood.

"Yer welcome to stay or run off on yer own if you wish, but I think you'd have better chances with us. Even if we don't smell much better than a pack o' humans," Luca looks over her shoulder to Marra, "No offense, ye understand."


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Which way? I don't hear a thing," Luca asks, moving in closer, almost by instinct.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca finished gathering things up as Breewyn had her outburst. Octavian was right, they had to get out of this outpost, if for no other reason than to find somewhere safe to have break-downs like this.

She turns to Ilradia and asks, "How soon can we make the ruins? Do you know if we can use it as a place to setup an ambush on a caravan coming here?"


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca firmly leashed her temper, the grinding of her teeth almost louder than her footsteps. Now wasn't the time to argue the point with him, nor to cause a further rift by pointing out that he was expecting the others to follow his whims much like the humans. Doubts about what she had done swirled in her head. Had she helped at all by doing as she did? Or did she make a mistake by saying she would look for the missing clutch?

She gathered as many of the records as she could find, looking for reports that mentioned dragon eggs or dragelings. Mistake or no, she now had to follow through, and if Octavian did not wish to help, the she'd do it on her own.

After she had gathered all of the records she could, she turned to the weapons and armor and gathered as much as she could carry, focusing on the spears, then the bows and arrows, and then the longswords. Her eyes fell to the barrels of ore. She wanted to take those, she wanted to use them to forge whatever was needed, but it would slow the group too much.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Oops, sorry, she would have told everyone after the dragon flew off if the dragon never bothered speaking common.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

"Yes, we are not, and your tantrum has just let them know that we know that. Thank you," Luca tells the wizard, her voice dripping with sarcasm and her patience with the wizard fast vanishing. She turns from the others her eyes weary and haunted.

"Our best chance is to stick together. I know that we are tired, and some of you are angry at me and Octavian, but please, put that aside until we are safe, then you can satisfy it. Grab any food and potions you can find. If you can use them grab some armor and weapons. Pack lightly. We're already tired and as much as we would like to carry everything, we can't afford to be slowed if our enemies know or even suspect what has happened here. We'll stop once we're far enough away and we've found someplace defensible and concealed," Luca tells the others before turning back on Octavian, barely contained fury blazing in her eyes.

"As for you, wizard," she spits the last word with as much venom as she, "do not speak of my bravery and courage ever again. I may have indebted us to a dragon, but from what I've seen, your arrogance would have had us killed. Now, will you help me find anything that may point to the location of her clutch or will you just sulk like a child because of your wounded pride?"

Before he can answer, Luca is off to gather up any maps, notes, records, and other things that could help her find the location of the dragon's clutch.

Damned wizard! Just like the humans of his ilk.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca follows Octavian, at a loss for words to convey her thanks when he lets her have the fine dwarven weapon, but as soon as the wizard begins to order people to prepare to leave, Luca frowns, well scowls is probably more accurate.

"Wizard, a word if you will," Luca says cooly. She waits for Octavian to turn his attention to her before speaking again, "I apologize if I have insulted you before, but I will not for what I am about to say. These people are not soldiers, and even dwarves need to rest at some point. You are also not their captain. Besides, perhaps if you slowed down and thought for a moment, you might realize that we could use this place as a base camp for a moment. I am not saying that what you are ordering to be done doesn't need doin', but as I said, these people are not soldiers and you are not their captain."

Luca holds the wizard's for a moment before looking to the others.

"I think we might know who some of us are, but I know I know only the names of one or two of you. So, if everyone doesn't mind, I'd like for us to learn what each of our names and talents are while we eat. I understand that some of us may have a reason for keeping those talents secret, but if we are to survive this and find somewhere safe to live, we need to know what each of us is capable, and incapable of."\

Luca pauses for a moment, taking in a deep breath, and wincing as sharp pains in her shoulder and hip lance through the dull ache.

"Seeing as I am asking this of you all," she says, a weary smile growing on her face, "I think it only fair that I go first. My name is Luca Shaterstone. I have some skill with weapons of all shapes and kinds, though I prefer a sturdy hammer. I am also a smith of armor and weapons, though only a novice compared to my kin. I can sing much more pleasantly than many dwarves, especially my low land kin, however," Luca finishes with a chuckle.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca takes the sword in both her hands and begins looking it over.

Craft Weapons (Determine who or where the blade was forged): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

"Where did you find this," Luca asked Ocatavian, her eyes fixed on the blade turning in her hands.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Sorry, writing from Luca's point of view. Personally, I'm enjoying Octavian.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Morbidly curious at what new scoldings the wizard had for her now, Luca gives Xaeken a half-smile before heading to where Octavian stood. Seeing the sword, Luca's eyes narrow.

"Octavian, yes," she asks, not sure of the man's name, "is this why you called for me?"


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

As Xaeken turns to move, Luca calls out softly, "Wait!"

She pauses a moment, unsure of what to say next.

"D-d you think I did the right thing? Did I make a mistake in agreeing to find the dragon's clutch?"


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca looks up and almost says something, but the wizard storms off before she can. Shaking her head, she stands up and helps the others get to their feet. She walks over to the Barracks door, then, but change her mind and goes up the stairs to the wall. She tries to salvage anything she can from the corpses before flinging them off the walkway and away form the wall. Her body ached from the dragon's lightning, but this pain she could endure. It was the pain of her lost home, her family rent asunder that she couldn't face, but then too, there was something else now.

The voices. The voices of her fallen kin. She heard them. Heard them cry for vengeance. One hand reaches up to her shoulder, rubbing where Torag's mark had been since she was born. It tingled and burned with as she looked out over the landscape, pondering.

"Did I really help, or did I only make things worse," she asked in the lilting dwarven tongue of her home, "what do I do? My kin and my heart cry out for vengeance, but what good will that do? Will it not only make this worse? Will it only drive us to destroy each other?"

Luca looked up in the reddening sky, but no answer came. Her fingers itched. The markings were returning. Each time they reappeared, they were more solid, seeming more of warpaint than anything dealing with spirits.

She sighed and stood. fatigue and pain making her long to just sleep, and hope the nightmare was over when she awoke.

"I need me tools," she muttered, "too many thoughts to sort through without a hammer and some iron."

With that she returned to the barracks with the salvaged gear.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

STR: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Luca manages not to fall over form the dragon's downdraft. A few moments after the dragon disappears, Luca collapses on all fours and trembles uncontrollably.

"Slag and ash, that was terrifying!"


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca returns the grin her eyes glittering dangerously.

"Twice again you have honored me and my kin. I vow that I shall see this through, or die in the trying. Let the fools know the folly of stealing from dragons," she says, "may Torag bless your horde with the finest crafted works of gold, silver, and mithril, Stormbringer, and may I find myself lucky and skilled enough to have one of my works counted as a part of it. All I ask now is that you forgive the wizard's wagging tongue when next we meet."


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Well, that and Luca's not as bull-headed as some of my other characters, all human, are. If I was playing a Whitescale, then we'd likely be in the middle of a shouting match between a very riled up human and a peeved dragon.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Edit: Ninja'd by the wizard! So, do we want to pretend that everything after the first paragraph never happened?

Luca shot a glare at Octavian. She didn't speak Draconic and he did. Why didn't the idiot tell the others what was going on.

"I-if it would please one of your terrible and ferocious grace. Accept my apologies for not realizing that you had already informed us of the deed. If it further pleases you, may we know what these foolish humans looked like? For we, I especially, have need to visit vengeance upon them. You see, I was once of Dovan-Dur, but my home is no more. The humans came and breached the doors, and drove us back, though they paid dearly for every tunnel they claimed. Our final doom came when we only numbered three in ten of what we once were, less even. They killed my kin. They murdered my clan's children and put the infants on pikes and paraded them before us before leading those that we stayed behind so that they may escape in chains. They stole my sisters from me. I beg you to let me find them so that I can avenge my kin," realizing she was beginning to speak a little too forcefully she bowed her head once more, "Forgive me. I forget myself, Stormbringer. I know that you seek to make them pay for what you have suffered. I will not cheapen the pain and the fury you must feel for your lost children. I was and still am unmarried and have no children of my own. I may even now feel the pain of losing brothers and sisters and parents keenly, but I can't know what it is like to lose a child and fear that you will never see them again."

The young dwarf looks up, her face marked wit the same ghostly runes that had appeared earlier, her eyes blazing with a hunger deeper than even a dragon's for gold and riches.

"Please, do not sully your claws and teeth with the blood of these honorless dogs. Do not risk marring your magnificent scales with their spears and blades. This I beg of you because I so badly want to see those humans die at my hand. The name of Stormbringer will ring out above even the name of Dovan-Dur as I send them to be judged and damned."

Sorry if I'm overstepping a bit. I figured that having her haunted curse show up as markings and runes would be more interesting than the standard stuff skittering away and disembodied voices.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

I try. :D

Also I may or may not have been listening to the Sojourn audiobook for the Legend of Drizzt series recently. ;)


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca crosses a hand before her chest and bows to the dragon.

"I am humbled that you would honor me with your compliments, and that you would remember the name of my clan ," she said while her mind suddenly raced with a new thought.

Please, oh please, by Torag's beard, don't let this one be the one that attacked the Hall! Da alwasy said it was foul-tempered beast that only sought more violence the more we defended our home.

"If it would please you, one whose very whispers command the thunder and lightning of the heavens, may we know what it is that has angered you? By what foolish act has your grand and terrible wrath been stirred, for only the most foolish of fools would anger one so powerful as you, Stormbringer, the Bellicose Thunderclap whose scales shine as a thousand diamonds and glitter as a thousand sapphires."


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Luca sees the dragon, and felt the courage drain from her. Humans were one thing. Dragons, were something else altogether, and the dwarf was afraid, mortally afraid of the awe-inspiring beast before her.

"P-p-please, mighty Stormbringer, W-we keen not your need and want," Luca stammered out as she feel to her knees, the marks on her skin gone.

"We know not your tongue and know not why you are here," she said, the words now coming quickly, "we mean not to anger you, the Bellicose Thunderclap. F-forgive our feeble ears for not knowing your tongue."

Then, switching to dwarven, "Please accept my humblest apologies. I am Luca of the Clan Shatterstone, once of Dovan-Dur. Please, I beg of you, mercy on us for whatever we have done to anger you, Stormbringer, the Bellicose Thunderclap whose scales shine as a thousand diamonds and glitter as a thousand sapphires."

Meekness is not a trait associated with dwarves, even the more amiable mountain dwarves. Dwarves, however, are not fools. When a dragon is angry, even if it is at the doorstep of the hall, you treat it with the respect you'd give the grandest of kings. Out here, in the storm and with naught but soaked and muddy clothes and a leather jerkin between her and a dragon, she sought to be very, very courteous indeed.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Yes, this is a very very well done encounter. Going for rout to run for cover in two rounds. Bravo, sir, bravo.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Gotcha. Retcon time.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Luca tried to jump out of the way, and almost makes it.

Almost.

The bolt clips her hip and the dwarven woman cries out in pain as electricity arcs up and down her body.

Seeing the others in trouble, she grits her teeth and rushes forward to help drag them to the barracks if she needed to, leaving the shield and sword behind. The mud is slick, and her quick powerful strides slip in the mud.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

2nd Ref: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Hmm, missed the bit about the second reflex save the first time around. I'm tempted to just leave things as they are since it's more dramatic, though.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Luca felt the hair on her neck stand up. She froze for a moment as she saw the beast, and knew, beyond any doubt, they faced a dragon. Her heart hammered in her chest as she froze. She remembered the tales, the carnage they spoke of when a dragon became the only foe to have breached the Shatterstones' defenses, at least until the humans came to wipe out the clan.

She stood frozen for a split-second too long, and even as she moved to scramble out of the way, lightning arced her way, and the dwarf screamed in pain as her nerves were lit on fire.

She collapsed into the mud, twitching every now and again as an errant spark jumped up or down her body.

stabilize: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 - 2 = 16

The young dwarf moaned softly. She'd live, perhaps.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Luca throws the make-shift shield before her as she felt the next blast coming. The roar and the sheer power of whatever was out there caused her to remember the tales of an attack long ago on Dovan-Dur. This attack was different for it was not orcs, goblins, or even greedy humans, but a dragon.

She knew there was no chance of victory, only survival. Panic causes her wiry muscles to cord as she wrenches the door open and screams, "INSIDE NOW!"


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Yes, it has been fun. I'm looking forward to getting know everyone's character more, not to mention seeing what else is coming our way.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca hears the others, just barely over the stinging wind, huffs in irritation as she turns and makes for the door to the barracks, hoping she could get it open so the others could shelter inside.

"In here! Quickly!"


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Run is straight-line only, no turns. and she's at where she needs to turn. Besides, I'm wondering if heading to the armory would not have been better from a meta stand-point. ah well.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca shrugs as the man before her falls to the wild giant. Pity, that.

There was no time for rumination, and the dwarf, running as fast as any human, hurrys for the stairs that she can just make the outline of to her right.

Double Move Hoping there's still someone left to fight when I get there.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Roll for it, I'd say, but then again, I'm not the GM.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

I really, really hope you're planning on taking Iron Will. I've played Barbarians before. I know what we're like. Friend or foe, it doesn't matter when the dice come up 20s. ;)


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Sorry, can't heal you just yet.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca staggers forward with the impact of the arrow. While painful, the wound is thankfully shallow and would heal with time. The dwarf calmly reaches up and rips the arrow out with her sword hand and holds it before her and the soldier with a grim smile.

"Nay laddy. I have a hundred times eighty o' me kin to avenge. Do ye nae hear their cries? I do. I keen their song, even in this maelstrom. They haunt me every step. What hope have ye an' the rest o' teh swine that walks with ye noses turned so that ye'd drown in a rainstorm when I have all o' me kin that ye slain at me back," her eyes glitter dangerously as she snaps the arrow in two.

"Nay lad. Ye have nae seen what I have in store for ye."

With that she thrusts with the sword, this time not even lamenting that it was not a hammer as it struck home. It was not a deep cut, but it was a start.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"That was for the cut you gave me da in Delgar's Hall," she cried, beginning to return the first of the many, many wrongs done to her clan in the battle of Dovan-Dur as she circled about the guard, her grim, rain-streaked face smiling at him while her eyes promised that his death would not be clean, nor swift in coming.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca laughs at the men. She opened a mouth wide and let loose a roaring, maddening laugh to the looming storm clouds. When she looked back at the humans facing her, there was no humor in her eyes, nor did her smile hold any warmth. Rage and fury flared in her eyes, no longer dull, but bright as gems gleaming in the light of an inferno. A song came to her, soft and menacing. She sang with every slow, methodical step.

They came in the halls with heads held high,
Saying we were doomed to die.
In gleaming lines the humans stomped,
Thinkin' it all a quick fun romp.
But to their horror, they did find,
That their blood ran thick in those mines.

With blade an' hammer, we did smash.
On a wall o' thousand dwarves they did crash.
Howlin' and scearmin' did they,
who in folly fought dwarves that day.
In hell, I hope, they do dine,
Those whose blood ran thick in those mines.

Her eyes gleamed in hatred and rekindled fury. She remembered that horrible day when her clan fell in a different light now. No longer was she frightened. Anger burned the fear away, anger strengthened by grief. She was only a few steps away form the humans, her song still rolling off her tongue like the beginnings of a great avalanche.

We fought and died well,
In those tunnels for a spell.
Our home is gone, stolen in those long days,
By humans wielding shields and blades.
But deep down, you rats will find,
Their blood still running thick in those mines.

She glares at the first human before and snarls before readying her shield and weapons. Ghostly warpaint riddled with runes of power and prayers for vengeance appears on her face as the lightning flashes again.

"For Dovan=Dur, for vengeance." she said, barely loud enough to be heard above the wind.

And then she rushed forward, her shield ready to block any counter as she sought to kill the fool before her.

Attack vs. Guard 4: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Yup, with a side of dwarven battering ram. Perhaps Octavian can teach Jietin the ways of the the wizard hulk?


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca rushes up to the gate beside the strange blue man and the giant demon, throwing her shoulder into it with all of her might.

Strength Aid Octavian: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

That's a 24 to bust down the gate. :D


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 - 2 = 0

Luca felt her feet slip in the mud as they had begun to round the tower. She manages to keep her footing, but not without raising a din fit to wake the dead as she cursed and used the shield to steady herself.

The shout fo the guard let her know that she had be heard, and now that her cover had been blown, she charged forward, hoping to make it to close quarters with the archers before they could get organized.

"For Dovan-Dur! For Vengeance!"

Her war-cry cut through the gale, almost as if if had been powered by the voices of her dead kin, and not just her own.

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca waited impatiently for the signal. She remained behind, knowing she was about as stealthy as an avalanche.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Okay, I guess we can say that we know what Luca will be doing when the time comes.

Luca outfitted the makeshift shields with straps of leather, cloth, or anything else she can find as she spoke.

"One minute? I guess I can wait that long," Luca said, "one more minute, they can wait one more minute."

Those looking closely at Luca's gaunt face see faint, ghostly runes appear as if some unseen hand was painting her face for war.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca looked at the goblin, and then to Tsakua, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"A dwarf workin' with goblins an' orcs. These be interestin' times indeed," she laughed as she helps get everyone outfitted.

Once all of the gear had been handed out, she grabs a barrel shield and a sword after donning a suit of ill-fitting armor.

"Crush 'em 'neath the stones," Luca cried as she lead the charge up to the archers after Octavian's speech, "for Dovan- Dur and Vengeance!"

Current Equipment:
Barrel Shield
Long sword
Studded leather armor (Slave guard armor)

Current AC: 16/11/15


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

"Duergar-lovin' idiots're usin' blastin' powder? Da always said humans had no patience an' no 'preciation for stone," Luca said shaking her head as she put two and two together.

"I may want vengeance, but I'll not leave anyone, even one o' those orc's paradin' as human, to starve 'hind a cave-in," Luca says at the strange man's plan, "let's worry 'bout that later. Do we have anythin' to use fer shields?"


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

"Well, there's a few spears an' a bow. 'Fraid that's it," Luca answered with a shrug.

"Least the clothes are warmer than the rags they had us wearin'," she says with a humorless chuckle.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

"Get me a hammer an' I'll have us outta here in the hour," Luca growled, her gray eyes dancing with the flames of fury that had burned away the painful memories.

Spying the downed guards, she carefully picked her way to them, staying clear of the archers' sight. She stripped one of the ones whose clothing was not full of holes and covered in blood. The dwarven woman took a quick inventory of the weapons and the armor available before stripping off the rags she wore and pulling on the too big breeches,boots and tunic.

"Which of ye can use a sword," she called out.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca blinks slowly, her senses slowly returning. These were not the mines of Dovan-Dur.

Vangeance, a voice whispered in her heart.

The young dwarven lass looked up at the half-orc, the visage bringing back memories of tales of Shatterstone's heroes holding out against hordes of orcs and goblins.

Vengeance, the voice whispered again, her voice, she realized.

"No, not life," the dwarf said, her voice soft and deadly, "my ancestors cry for vengeance."


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Fair enough. ;)


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1
Breewyn wrote:
who?

Given that Luca's the only dwarf, I'm guessing that's who he's talking about.


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Luca, beaten and battered from her earlier visit to the mine's master, wanted no trouble. The past several months had pounded her until she was nearly broken, and the last thing she wanted was to be caught in the middle of a fight. She flung herself at the tunnel wall and curled up as small as she could in one of the crannies she could fit into, her arms, hands, and legs shielding the rest of her body. She had planned on just hiding and not help anyone, but the sounds of the skirmish brought back memories, dark memories, of the siege of her clan-home.

Suddenly, she was back in Dovan-Dur watching as her father was cut down in the first month of the fighting. She saw the looks of wicked glee as her brothers' heads were hoisted high on cruel, barbed pikes. She felt the hot steaming blood of her mother splatter her face when her head was lopped from her shoulders. She felt the crushing despair as her once proud clan was paraded before the survivors of the rear-guard, and behind them, came those cruel pikes with the heads of dwarven men and women and children.

And infants.

Luca rolled out of her small hiding spot with a primal scream of anguish and terror. She writhed and thrashed, grinding stones and dust into the wounds of her still raw back and her badly bruised limbs as screams of denial ripped out of her throat.

"No! NO! NO! Stop! Please STOP!"


HP: 3/12, NL: 0 | AC 11/11/10 | F+4 R +1 W+1 | Per: +1 | Init: +1

Hello! This is AdamWarnock, and it appears Luca's your newest companion in the chain gang. I'll post in the gameplay thread as soon as I get the go ahead from our good GM. ;)

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