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Gay Male Inhuman
Steave Rojerz wrote:
Theran didn't get his share of healing and has a lower AC than Steave. I didn't know he was down that much.

For some reason, I thought Theran had the higher AC. Must've mentally swapped his higher total hp in there.

Hm. Minus Abelard's big CLW, Steave would be at 19. But the AC Olympics are in his favor. Probably better triage that Theran gets it. I'd redirect Yridhrennor's, but Y's been pretty adventurous lately and paid for it.

Revised totals, then:
Yridhrennor: 21/21
Abelard: 33/33
Galin: 32/38
Theran: 30/50
Steave: 19/38


Gay Male Inhuman
Steave Rojerz wrote:

"Thanks Galin." Steave replies to the healing.

11 +1 +3 = 15/38 HP

What are everyone's HP totals? Do we have any other curing like potions?

Put the big heal from Abelard on Steave, the other on Yridhrennor because squishy wizard.

Yridhrennor: 21/21
Abelard: 33/33
Galin: 32/38
Theran: 19/50
Steave: 30/38


Gay Male Inhuman
Thistletorp Babblebrook wrote:
staying in the shadows, Thsitletorp scurries about the plaza, trying to get a good view of everything while also getting closer to the dragon. WOW!! A DRAGON!!!!!!

Perc?: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (7) + 25 = 32

Damn.

The dragon tilted her head quizzically.

"Yuav ua li cas yog tias? Tus Raug Kaw Nkuaj? Nqa nws ua ntej kuv, koj yog neeg ruam!" she hissed, before turning and withdrawing into the colonnade.

Nerakese:
"What is that? The Prisoner? Bring her before me, you fools!"

The gully dwarves jumped and peered about. The draconian took in the chamber again, then shouted for them to follow him and set off in the opposite direction from Thistletorp and the others.


Gay Male Inhuman
Jakun Stormhoof wrote:

Jakun assist Mariel by bringing Mittens along whispering to him, "Cousin I need to rest before I can do battle again. If we must challenge this beast to get the others to safety I will do so with you but now is not the time".

Is NPC Gavin with us or Retconned out? I assume Goldmoon goes with the flow? :-)

Let's go with retconned out. And yes, Goldmoon is obliging.


Took a break from Soul by Soul to read A Massacre in Memphis, about the miscalled "race riot" (try pogrom) in the city in the spring of 1866, 150 years ago this month. It was really good and also the only book-length treatment of the event. But there are some presentation issues.

It's a short book that draws very heavily on testimony given to a congressional committee. That's something I do myself, so it was nice to be on familiar methodological turf. However, the fact is that even with the testimony there's not a massive amount to say about the event itself. There's a stitched-together narrative, which is fine, but most of the stuff is right at the point where it's hard to really flesh out. We have the testimony we have, you know?

As such, the pogrom itself only takes up about half the book. Much of that is a very straightforward reporting of events. Sometimes he goes body by body. There's interpretation at the end, some of it quite good, but you go through a lot of scene-setting foreplay to get there. The book opens with very chunky chapters about the various communities in Memphis that introduce you to everyone you'll see again in the violence but there are so many of them and it takes so long that they're just vaguely familiar by the time you get there. Those chapters are great at scene-setting and you know where everyone is coming from, but keep them straight? Good luck.

Bonus points for nailing that point where it's so horrible that you laugh or cry, though. There's one guy who literally resolves to go out and kill a black person or two, mistakenly kills a white guy, and then literally says he wouldn't have done it had he known. Then goes off to kill a black person. It had a very nineteenth century Joker ring to it.

Then I hopped over and finished up Soul by Soul. That's a hard read. Part of it is just that Johnson tends to write pretty dense sentences but the subject matter itself is pretty heavy. Slave market, you know? So there's lots of stuff about how buyers picked out slaves, who slaves tried to work the system, how they couldn't, how traders would cheat people, the social functions of slave buying in the South (cool metaphor: enslavers made themselves out of slaves), specific considerations as to what sort of person one wanted to buy for what task, the ways they lived out their fantasies through the purchase, the ways the finances and warranties worked, the fine gradations of color, comparative values of tall vs. short, young vs. old... There's a ridiculous amount of stuff in there and it's almost all horribly, horribly depressing. Several times I had to take a break, and I'm pretty jaded about this stuff.


Gay Male Inhuman

Babau AC: 19, T11, FF18; DR 10/cold iron or good, SR 17

Round 5
Yridhrennor readied his crossbow while the other crusaders closed in on the babau.

Abelard smiled and spoke as he charged, "Well, how 'bout that symmetry." His blade cleaved into the demon's skull. It split open and emitted a vile stench, but the demon continued to scrabble about, trying to regain its feet. An instant later, Galin pierced the demon's chest with his slim blade. Its body went limp and boiled away in a flash, leaving a dark, oily residue on the ground.

And you are out of demons.


Gay Male Inhuman

Babau AC: 19, T11, FF18; DR 10/cold iron or good, SR 17

Round 4
His wounds left Steave's strikes slow. The demon did not do him the courtesy of making a conspicuous effort to dodge them, but instead stepped lazily clear of the cold iron. Steave fell back a step, just out of the demon's reach, and healed himself.

Weary from his own wounds, Abelard rose and petitioned the Heavens for their mending. Considerably restored, he pointed his falchion at the remaining demon. It would not long evade righteous wrath.

Theran pressed his attack, caring less for claiming the glory than dispatching the fiendish foe. The babau took him more seriously than Steave, putting on a show of silent acrobatics to escape his swinging earthbreaker.

Frustrated by previous failures, Galin redoubled his efforts to strike. The demon proved too fast all the same.

Yridhrennor cast a simple spell and a shallow pit opened beneath the babau's hooves. It overbalanced and fell to the ground, exposed and vulnerable. Theran and Galin descended on it with a vengeance when it stilled for an instant, summoning some arcane power. Shadows congealed about it, but dissipated when their cold iron struck home.

Rules Stuff:

Ref DC 16: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 dice liked someone this round.

Demon tries a teleport, provoking.

Theran AoO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 that's a hit since it's prone
Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (5, 5) + 7 = 17
Galin AoO: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Does it keep the teleport? DC 42: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Nope.

And the party's up.


Gay Male Inhuman
Thistletorp Babblebrook wrote:
oh boy oh boy oh boy! ANOTHER minotaur! He looks at Mittens' short horns. Why are your horns so short? Jakun's are longer. he doesn't wait for an answer,though, and darts out to scout ahead.

It's kind of damp and cold down in Xak Tsaroth.

The Innfellows set out per the Aghars' instructions, down a wide avenue leading to one still wider. They find only one path there, as a torrent of water descends in the opposite direction. It throws mist into the air and slicks the stones below their feet, collecting into a stream in the middle of the street.

In a short while the company come to a great plaza, a round space more than a hundred feet across. Streams enter it from three directions, their own included, making for a wide, shallow pool in the middle. Faint moonlight filters down from above, passing through a wide shaft in the roof.

Even over the din of the water, the Companions hear a low, throaty rumbling within. The sable-scaled dragon that attacked above stands now on the steps of a building on the plaza's just within a colonnade with cracked and tumbled pillars. She speaks to a winged draconian prostrate before her, and several groveling Aghar.

"Nrhiav tus neeg raug txim ! Tus poj niam hais tias yog hais tias nws escapes , nws mam li ua ib pluag mov ntawm tag nrho cov ntawm koj ! Kuv xav kom nws , thiab kuv xav kom nws tam sim no!

Nerakese:
"Find the prisoner! The Lady says that if she escapes, she'll make a meal of all of you! I want her, and I want her now!"


Gay Male Inhuman
Caitlyn Weissman wrote:
I agree with going to meet the Aghur Thane. Do we have any idea where to find him?

Yes. You got directions back up top which ought to take you right to his front door.


Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
Is there evidence of the fight witht he bozak?

There's a bit of blood and a scorch mark, but nothing too incriminating for a ruin full of monsters.


Gay Male Inhuman

Babau AC: 19, T11, FF18; DR 10/cold iron or good, SR 17

Round 4
Yridhrennor poured a second healing draught down Abelard's throat, reviving the blind crusader.

At the elf's side, Galin made another go at the demon he missed a moment before. Between the darkness and taking care not to heedlessly step on Abelard, his blade missed its mark.

Theran charged the demon that Steave faced alone, crying out "Die for your crimes!" and swinging wildly.

Gritting his teeth, Steave healed himself and remained in a defensive stance, his blade but not connecting for his caution.

Abelard thanked Yridhrennor and got straight back to the hard work of crusading. [b]"Time you were gone," he said, swinging his falchion without letting small details like standing deter him. The arc of his blade crossed both of the demon's legs, separating hooves from limbs. The rest of the demon boiled away in a cloud of foulness, but the hooves remained, full of crawling worms.

The second babau didn't take the fall of its companion as cause to repent, but instead latched on to Steave's shield with both claws and hauled it down to bite deep into his shoulder before the crusader could pull free. Steave knew he was gravely hurt, but not down yet.

3 hp

Rules Stuff:

And now there's one babau. It attacks Steave.
Claw1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Claw2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Bite: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

And the party's up.


Gay Male Inhuman
Abelard Lassmar wrote:
Thanks Yridhrennor! Samnell, does that mean I get to act in this round?

You do indeed! Sorry it took this long to get back to you.


Gay Male Inhuman

Jakun led the one draconian off to where his companions had stolen away. They descended on the bronze-scaled dragonman in a rush, Thistletorp stabbing, and then Caitlyn finishing the poor creature off with her hammer. Almost the instant her she made contact, the draconian's flesh flashed to dust and its bones made a sudden, keening noise for a split second before exploding.

Thistletorp emerged from the blast somehow unscathed, but everyone else came off lightly singed. Goldmoon at once drew out the Blue Crystal Staff and carefully touched it to the wounds. Its light kindled as it wiped away each. The companions looked up from their now unmarked flesh to find a strange minotaur watching the proceedings one of the first few uses of healing magic to grace Ansalon in centuries.

And everyone say IC hello to Mittens!

Rules stuff:
Kind of backed into this fight but you guys have surprise. I'm going to see how the draconian does before I go nuts putting together a map. Therefore...

Drac has an AC of 18 flat. Thistle hits once for 18. Jakun does 7 more. Caitlyn finishes it off with her 18. Mariel missed.

Murder. Hobos.

Death throes! Ref DC 14
Caitlyn: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Gavin: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Jakun: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Mariel: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Thistletorp: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28 evaded

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5


Gay Male Inhuman
Steave Rojerz wrote:

@GM I need clarification before I can post. How many targets are there in front of Steave? Does the demon still stand? What are the three beetles doing? Are they affected by his Smite Evil, too?

cheers

There's only one target in front of Steave. The beetles are demonic flavor text because demons are weird creatures of chaos. Sometimes they just bleed in prime numbers of insects. :) They don't post a threat.


Gay Male Inhuman

Babau AC: 19, T11, FF18; DR 10/cold iron or good, SR 17

Round 3
Galin pressed the attack, thrusting his blade forward at a babau-shaped shadow.

Blew his concealment roll. :(

Seeing Abelard fall made Steave heedless of his own wounds. He charged the spellcasting babau, slashing deep into its unnatural chest. A sheet of flesh peeled away, almost eagerly, to reveal an empty skeleton made of rune-carved bone. Three large beetles fell from within, each landing belly-up on the ground.

Theran put his muscle behind another blow to the wounded babau, staggering the demon and crunching abyssal bone.

Yridhrennor rushed to Abelard's side and poured a healing draught down his throat. The blind crusader's bleeding stopped, but the potion wasn't enough to rouse him.

The wounded babau flew into a frenzy, its attacks coming in jagged, spasmodic motions. Theran's divine wards flashed about as the demon struck, but its found its way past them to rend flesh. The other, facing Steave alone, had more trouble as the crusader's trusty shield interposed but for one claw strike. That slipped above the shield just in time to come near opening Steave's throat. He couldn't take many close calls like that.

Abelard is at -4 hp

Rules Stuff:

Galin miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 18 aw
Theran miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 24

Babau vs. Theran. His AC is 20 from shield of faith.
Claw1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Claw2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Bite: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Well bugger. Total 25.

Babau vs. Steave. His AC is 26 just now.
Claw1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Claw2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20 miss
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Bite: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16 miss
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

And the party's up.


Gay Male Inhuman

I don't recall having one explode on you. I might've forgotten, but I think the only time you dealt with bozaks violently in the past they made off with half the party and none died. You have dealt with baaz petrification.

So...the draconian's in your court.


Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
Is this a bronze or brass colored draco?

It's a bronze. The poor bastard.


Gay Male Inhuman

Yridhrennor?


Gay Male Inhuman

I completely missed that Steave had a threat on him. Dammit. Will be more diligent about PC murder in the future.

Babau AC: 19, T11, FF18; DR 10/cold iron or good, SR 17

Round 2
Silent, Abelard cleaved demon flesh with his blade. The skeletal babau remained eerily silent, its features twisted into a rictus leer.

Taking care to avoid the slippery ground, Galin made his own attack. His care cost him, as it gave the babau an instant's warning. The fiend twisted unnaturally back from his searching steel.

Wounded, Steave swung wide as he pulled back from the fray to heal himself.

Putting his full weight behind the swing, Theran brought his earthbreaker up in a stunning blow. The demon staggered back a half-step under the force.

Making a frightened noise, Yridhrennor stepped back from the other demon and cast a quick spell. A riot of color burst from his hands, but flickered away on touching the demon's oily hide. It answered the attack by drawing back and exhaling an unnatural pall that spread across the corridor, replacing the Gray Garrison's normal lantern and torchlight with a dim morass that turned the demons near to invisible.

Undaunted by the preternatural dark, the other demon turned on Abelard and spent its wrath in a furious assault that ended with the crusader torn by claws and fangs, falling in a bloody heap to the floor.

Abelard is at -7 hp

Rules Stuff:

Y's SR roll: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 no love

Y's demon first. Casts darkness. Area is marked on the map. It takes normal light down to dim, so everyone gets a 20% miss chance unless you've got darkvision.

And the other guy lays into Abelard.
Claw1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Crit?: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
Crit damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Claw2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Bite: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 37 total. Abelard is at -7 and dying.

And the party's up.


Gay Male Inhuman
Jakun Stormhoof wrote:
Jakun prevents at least one from getting in and points up, ** spoiler omitted **

I'm using Google Translate Amharic for Draconic.

"Tikikili nehi. Inihīdi!"

Draconic:
"You're right. Let's go!"


Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
Were the rest of us able to get away and hide?

You have the distraction if you want to use it.


Gay Male Inhuman

Babau AC: 19, T11, FF18; DR 10/cold iron or good, SR 17

Round 1
Theran rushed forward, earthbreaker in hand and swung it in a heavy blow that the babau expertly dodged. Steave had better luck with his blade, slicing unnatural flesh. Abelard clambered up the stairs in their wake, but his heavy armor and poor sight got the better of him and his falchion swung wide of its mark.

Yridhrennor chanted and an oil slick appeared beneath one of the demons. It stood unmoved by the magic, clawed feet easily shifting with the slick beneath them.

Y had the option of greasing a party member or trying for just one demon. I went with the safer choice.

Galin came in last, blade forward and divine blessing guiding him. He stabbed deep into the arm of the babau Steave wounded.

Galin's Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 1 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6

The babau made no sound, not even when taking their wounds. The one on Yridhrennor's oil slick stepped back and vanished in a roiling darkness, only to emerge at the elf's side, leering intensely and brandishing its long spear. The other dropped its weapon and put claws and teeth to use. The crusader's shield interposed twice in quick succession, blocking claws. Then the babau lunged forward, farther than its bones ought to have allowed, unhinging its jaw and plunging teeth path armor and into tender flesh.

Rules Stuff:

Ref for Steave, DC 18: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15 nevermind

Grease saves, DC 16
Ref1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 oh well

Vs. Steave.
claw1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19
damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
claw2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
bite: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32
damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

And the party's up.


Gay Male Inhuman
Jakun Stormhoof wrote:
Jakun races to the bucket, Draconic ** spoiler omitted **

"T’iru hasabi!" the draconians began to pile into the bucket to go up.

Draconic:
"Good idea!


Gay Male Inhuman

Mariel didn't take any damage from falling.

Thistletorp stole up behind one of the draconians as Jakun answered his questioner.

"Minidini? begenibo wisit’i yaginyu ina yemīhēdu maginyeti ye’āmilaki inadirigi!" The draconian turned to the others and continued in another tongue. "Nyob rau hauv lub thoob ! Peb twb tau txais cov teeb meem!"

Draconic:

"What? Get in the bucket and let's get going!"

Nerakese:

"Nyob rau hauv lub thoob ! Peb twb tau txais cov teeb meem!
"

Rules Stuff:

Do they buy it?: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3
Jakun bluff: 1d20 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (7) - 1 + 4 = 10 yup

And the rest of you still have your distraction.


Gay Male Inhuman

Hello, players.

So...there've been some delays of late. They're on me and due to my going through some personal stuff that I don't really want to get into. But I am committed to getting back on the d20 and on top of things in the near future, probably within the next couple of days. Thank you for your patience.


Gay Male Inhuman

Hello, players.

So...there've been some delays of late. They're on me and due to my going through some personal stuff that I don't really want to get into. But I am committed to getting back on the d20 and on top of things in the near future, probably within the next couple of days. Thank you for your patience.


Gay Male Inhuman

Jakun took the shape of a dragonman and flew down, passing the pot in short order. He commanded every gaze.

"Hēyi inanite mini iyaderegachihu newi? one of the robed draconians shouted up at him.

Draconic:
"Hey, how are you flying?"[/b]

With all eyes on the false draconian, Caitlyn and Thistletorp leaped out of the pot unmarked, finding themselves in a courtyard forty feet across. Broken cobbles ran off to the east, west, and south, with ruined walls sagging inward to both sides of each. Each street soon offered a turn, branch, or visible doors that one could steal away behind. Against the northern wall stood an ogre-sized wicker dragon, a large round plate hanging within a hole in its chest.

As Jakun and the pot descended, Goldmoon and Mariel took their chance. Bounding free, they feched up almost against some of the draconians.

"Melisilinyi!" the same robed draconian shouted at Jakun, sounding impatient.

Draconic:
"Answer me!"[/b]

Rules Stuff:
Let's figure out Jakun's distraction first.
Disguise?: 1d20 - 1 - 2 + 10 + 4 ⇒ (11) - 1 - 2 + 10 + 4 = 22 Gave an extra few points for the faked flight.
DracoPerc: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 that works.


Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
What is Goldmoon going to do? I dont think it would be good for me to jump out and leave her there alone as it would bring undue attention to her and to us. If she jumps I jump. If she stays I stay.

She'll leap if the rest of you leap. She's not the timid type. :)


Gay Male Inhuman

Babau AC: 19, T11, FF18; DR 10/cold iron or good, SR 17

The crusaders girded themselves to face fresh horrors and mounted the stairs. They emerged to find the babau wheeling to face them, long spears at the ready.

Rules Stuff:

Babau Perc: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (17) + 19 = 36

Party Stealths, rolling until someone gets beat.
Steave: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8 Ok then. :) That's enough to hear you a good ways off, so let's say neither party is surprised and go straight to regular rounds.

Babau Init: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Abelard: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Galin: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Steave: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Theran: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18
Yridhrennor: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17 always acts in surprise
Total 76, average 15.2. Party wins!

And the party's up/


Gay Male Inhuman

Right then. Sorry for the slowness on my end. Been a bit unwell.

So I've got Thistletorp and Caitlyn hopping out of the bucket from above to bolt for a hiding spot. Jakun is taking a disguise and swooping down as a distraction.

That just leaves Mariel unaccounted for. Is she going to ride the bucket all the way down or try jumping? The latter is a risk, but also more surprising for the draconians. Let's say it'll be how high?: 1d4 ⇒ 20 feet off the ground when everything happens. There's a risk, but by no means a necessarily fatal one.


Gay Male Inhuman
Steave Rojerz wrote:
Hello? Is there anybody out there?

I've been a little under the weather. :(

Right then. Assume Y told you all he saw.


Gay Male Inhuman
Jakun Stormhoof wrote:

Jakun will look over the edge assuming that his friends must have reached the ground by now and that the winch is working just fine.

Do I need a perception check to see anything down there?

Let's say he can see enough motion below to determine there are bad guys collected below and that the party is aware of them and look to be considering what to do about it.


Gay Male Inhuman

So do we have a plan? Any preparations you want to make in the bucket?


Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
Did we get the other player

He's working on a PC now, but has been delayed by long workdays.


Gay Male Inhuman
Yridhrennor Arahaelon wrote:

Cautiously, oh so very cautiously, Yridhrennor backs away and heads to his compatriots to warn them of the danger.

[dice=knowledge Planes]1d20+11

Yridhrennor slips away without being noticed.

Knowledge: Planes:

Yridhrennor recognized the demons as babau, stealthy assassins. They had a preternatural sense that guided their blows to vulnerable spots, the kind of thing that mortal assassins trained for years to master. While generally hard to harm, their many defenses can be pierced by blessed weapons and those of cold iron. Their acidic coating could do great harm to weapons, or anyone foolish enough to strike the babau with a bare hand.


Gay Male Inhuman
Caitlyn Weissman wrote:
Is there anywhere we could run to if we wanted to play hide and seek?

There are places you could lose yourselves, yes. You'd have to shake the draconians, but the area gets gives plenty of spots to break line of sight and go to ground.


Gay Male Inhuman
Jakun Stormhoof wrote:
I assume Jakun sees none of this...

Yeah, the distance is working against him.


Gay Male Inhuman

Sorry for the delay.

Unseen, Yridhrennor made his way up the stairs. On the Gray Garrison's second floor, he found a long hallway. There a pair of emaciated demons, horned skeletons with a layer of greasy leather stretched over their bones, stood over the bodies of a few freshly-slain cultists. Each held a lengthy spear, using it to mutilate a corpse as they chatted with one another.

Abyssal:

"Love when they run."[
"Always surprised. See the face on mine?"
"Shame they didn't scream so much, though."
"Not like those crusaders..."
"The righteous have the best screams; it's true."
"Think we should tell Jeslyn?
[b]"And ruin our fun? I can practically smell them below. Let them past, she dies, we get the reward for killing them."

They had their backs to Yridhrennor.

And they're with Y on the new map.


Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
Is Goldmoon with us?

Yes she is.


Gay Male Inhuman

The gully dwarves went to work and everyone, save Jakun, began sinking through the floor. The bucket swayed and jerked every now and then as the Aghar operated the mechanism. Soon a courtyard paved in broken cobble appeared below. Walls sagged in toward streets running off in three directions. Against the northern wall stood a ten foot high wicker dragon, a large metal plate hanging from its chest. Two robed figures stood near it, one holding a large clapper. About them milled near to a dozen brass-scaled draconians. None seemed yet aware that more than gully dwarves came slowerly nearer to them.

You're about 60 feet up from the ground right now.


Gay Male Inhuman
Theran, Clan Silverlight wrote:
He smiles, "Then let's get knocking." He'll head back to get the ram with Steave.

A generous, if loud, application of the battering ram threw open the barred door. It flew open to reveal a fair-sized room empty save for a smashed sideboard and stairs ascending to the second floor.


Gay Male Inhuman
Thistletorp Babblebrook wrote:
Thistletorp scuttles down, blades drawn, hiding in the shadows of the bucket

Being sure I understand the plan: Everyone in the bucket, Thistletorp hiding, and all down together. Right?


Gay Male Inhuman

Yridhrennor came to the door to the west and listened closely at it. Hearing nothing and spell-cloaked, he tried to swing it open. The door proved barred against him.


Gay Male Inhuman

Does Y prefer the east or west door?


Finished Taylor over the weekend. It really picked up toward the end but I was still frustrated with how much it was really a history of slavery in the War of 1812. The preamble is decent, but I felt like the tailing edge going out to 1832 existed mostly in the subtitle. Great book, but not what I wanted it to be.

Presently auditioning Merril Peterson's The Great Triumvirate, which bills itself as kind of a triple political biography of Henry Clay, Daniel Webster, and John C. Calhoun. There is no good political biography of Clay, which is a bit amazing. I'm not sure if I care for it or not, but it came highly recommended for getting a feel for how the men and their party system operated. Would dovetail very well with my ongoing project to push my knowledge deeper backwards and get me out of this Early Republic rut I've been in.

And Door Number Two: Walter Johnson's Soul by Soul, which is a microhistory of the New Orleans slave market. Johnson gets huge points for writing s@@* right in the introduction. No apologies or qualifiers. No hand-wringing about undinified language. He just says s!%@ when he means s~!#. Hundreds of people would be crammed into these rooms, sometimes for days on end. They didn't leave behind feces or waste to cover the floor. They had s+%$ up to their ankles. It was a damned dirty, ugly business that earned dirty words.

Which all goes to say that I'm clearly going to read Johnson and save Peterson for some other day. :)


Gay Male Inhuman
Jakun Stormhoof wrote:

Jakun grimaces at the Gully Dwarves' words, "I will stay up here and assist with the crank then use my magic to glide down to the rest of you. Goldmoon, may I have my hat back? I will use it to take the appearance of these Dragon Men in case another patrol comes as I am lowering the rest of you down".

** spoiler omitted **

Re: New Person:
He has. PMed him back last night.

As the Companions began to pile into the large pot, and Jakun reclaimed his hat, a gong sounded from below.

"That means they want the bucket," the gully dwarf said.


Gay Male Inhuman

A gully dwarfess stepped forward, "You get in the one pot. We get in the other one. Crank cranks. Simple!"

Then her eyes fell on the large, dead ogre. "Or not. But we can crank too! We did it before them!"


Gay Male Inhuman

The crusaders found a desecrated temple. Blood and filth smeared the floor. Six white stone statues of crusading heroes lined the hall, each clawed, bloodstained, broken, and otherwise defaced. At the far end, a raised dais held an upturned alabastar altar. Sitting atop the upended altar was a hideous mass of severed limbs, stitched together in an insectoid shape. Before the dais, ratty bedrolls lay on the floor.

A pair of cultists, their eyes mad with fright, charged the crusaders. Their madness made their attacks wild and drove them past all caution, making them no real threat. In only moments they were slain.


Gay Male Inhuman

Handwaved a bit of NPC Gavin's movement.

Ogre: 17, T8, F17
Draconians: 17, T10, F17

Round 1
His magic spent for the moment, Jakun lowered his horns and charged. He came to a hard stop against the ogre's thigh, horns neatly bracketing the limb but leaving it unharmed.

Gavin rushed up behind him, shouting a challenge as he rushed ahead. His enlarged strides covered the ground in an instant and the ogre-sized man cut deep into the actual ogre. The huge brute howled piteously and threw up its arms to shield its head.

Caitlyn too closed the distance, moving in a flowing series of flips and dodges that brought her into the ogre's shadow. She leaped up, pivoting in the air and bringing her foot into the ogre's small ribs. It staggered for an instant as she recovered, then collapsed with a satisfying thud, sprawling half into one of the shafts in the floor.

Mariel joined the advance, swinging her mace at a draconian. The last foe standing brought up his blade a moment too late to parry and reeled under the blow.

Thistletorp came forward, blades drawn, and accosted the same draconian: "Hiya! I'm Thisteltorp Babblebrook! Pleased to meetcha! You were really mean to my friends and tried to hurt them. I can't have that. So, poke... poke poke.. poke.... poke." Two pokes left the draconian, like the ogre, sprawled on the floor and a threat to no one.

And that's all of 'em.


Gay Male Inhuman

Received word from Gavin that RL doesn't permit him to focus on games at present. Sorry to see him go, but life happens. :(

Seems we'll have two open spots then. I'll knock out the round tonight and then see about dressing up a recruitment post updated to present circumstances.

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