Borden flails and Morthos tries to adjust his hold and get a firm grasp.
Borden takes an attack of opportunity on the untrained grapple.
A vicious elbow that is just mistimed enough to whoosh past his opponents ear. Sober, he may have landed it.
Borden follows up with a hook.
But his elbow strike earlier and the closeness of Mothos makes it difficult to hit out effectively.
As maia notices the man starting a fight with Morthos and sees how drunken he is, She is slightly disgusted, reminded of some people of her childhood. She marches over towards the fight.
Val- Maia... I don't think we should involve ourselves.
Maia Cuts Val off mid sentance
NO, Starting a fight for no reason is awful, Besides that, starting a fight in a tavern filled with people going to the same place is even worse. We should be making friends, not enemies!
When she gets close to the tussling duo.
Stop making a fool of yourself! I think you need to chill out a bit Before you go and break something you can't pay for! Here, look at the tripy colors!
Maia's hotheadedness begins taking over and she casts a spell. She throws a bit of blue sand up towards Borden and speaks a word, suddenly the sand bursts into a cascading light effect.
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Did I hear Chess? I remember that game! My father taught me to play when I was very young.
Given his usual, very emphasized volume, Bran is hard to be overheard. There is something that strikes her as odd about the wording, though. Does he want to fool his potential opponents into believing he was a novice, while he is really good at it?
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Bran sees the intrigued look on Narah's face. I've not played in a long time. Haven't stayed in civilization too long these past...15+ years.
Bran is not bluffing.
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Borden takes an attack of opportunity on the untrained grapple.
1d20 + 3 - 2
A vicious elbow that is just mistimed enough to whoosh past his opponents ear. Sober, he may have landed it.
Borden follows up with a hook.
1d20 + 3 - 2
But his elbow strike earlier and the closeness of Mothos makes it difficult to hit out effectively.
Bran gives a hearty laugh and steps in front of Borden.
Come now friend, I believe you may have reached capacity on the good stuff this evening. Bran tries to convince Borden to keep it civil.
Borden takes a swing at the mountain of muscle that is Bran as well, proving that he has very little in the way of common sense and even less in the way of self preservation instincts.
A punch to a rock hard gut that the big man just... ignores.
If there was one good thing about really drunk men it was that one could afford to abandon all subtlety.
Narah uses a little mental training to incite a physical reaction from her body, takes the whip she's wearing around her waist off and holds it behind back.
She casts a little spell and takes care that she isn't in Borden's field of view, hoping that no one will hold it against her.
Enhanced Diplomacy
She walks up to Bran and Borden, moves her free arm and uses her breath in a way to create a bit more tension around her chest and while the details still aren't visible they print clearly through the cloth.
"That was a remarkable display of passion, Borden", she she breathes to him, taking great care that she doesn't block Bran's path to Borden should this backfire. "Will you help a lady in need and please take me to your room? I can't stand this tension anymore." The exact wording is no lie, even though the tension is referring to is different than what she implies... she tries her best puppy eyes on him and fidgets nervously with her dress, still holding her whip behind the back with the other.
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Melchior casually takes a chair an places on his shoulder
- Hey, i think you need to cool down and get some fresh air - then gazes upon Narah - Well now that i think about it you probably have all the air man need. So how about some water?- he utters few words as big blob of water appears near the ceiling and drops on Borden.
"That does it.", the thought flushed through her as the water flushed over Borden's head.
"They sow the wind and reap the whirlwind!" She always does sound a little squeaky when she's angry, but she didn't care back then. The way her hair flew around her, the furious gaze from her eyes and how the little nothing of a dress became like dust around said whirlwind more than made up for it. Calistria was also the goddess of revenge and while that was not an aspect which was particularly important to Narah, she could not think of a more fitting moment than right now.
"How dare you interfere with my game and steal my prey, scavanger?!" Unlike many others she's still completely sober, but he had crossed a line. If another woman had fought her fair and square for him, things would be different - especially considering that she didn't really want him as long he was loaded to the edge. But this was a matter of principle!
In elven she cast a spell, touching the holy symbol of three daggers around her neck, and produced the whip from behind her back. "Calistria, Queen of Lust, bless me with the strength of thy fury!" 'Queen of Lust' was not strictly one of Calistira's titles but she wasn't in the mood for details now.
Bless - also including Bran and Borden
The room darkens, a slow fade to a warm emptiness. A large round table appears in the center of the room, chairs for six neatly placed around it.
Melchior rises an eyebrow
- What? I... ah, women... hundred of years and i still do not understand them - he shakes his head in frustration as room darkens and he start to look around.
As maia notices the man starting a fight with Morthos and sees how drunken he is, She is slightly disgusted, reminded of some people of her childhood. She marches over towards the fight.
Val- Maia... I don't think we should involve ourselves.
Maia Cuts Val off mid sentance
NO, Starting a fight for no reason is awful, Besides that, starting a fight in a tavern filled with people going to the same place is even worse. We should be making friends, not enemies!When she gets close to the tussling duo.
Stop making a fool of yourself! I think you need to chill out a bit Before you go and break something you can't pay for! Here, look at the tripy colors!
Maia's hotheadedness begins taking over and she casts a spell. She throws a bit of blue sand up towards Borden and speaks a word, suddenly the sand bursts into a cascading light effect.
The last thing glade does. That was great Maia. Thanks for breaking that up, I wouldn't have known to go about it myself And glade applauds her.
The room darkens, a slow fade to a warm emptiness. A large round table appears in the center of the room, chairs for six neatly placed around it.
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Bran hoped his actions weren't perceived as malicious, as he too only wanted to get Borden to a room to sleep off the intoxication so he would be presentable at the funeral on the morrow.
Looks like Borden was still "thirsty".
Bran notices the lights dimming as the table and chairs appear in the center of the room. He looks on, puzzled, but intrigued nonetheless.
Melchior casually takes a chair an places on his shoulder
The room darkens, a slow fade to a warm emptiness. A large round table appears in the center of the room, chairs for six neatly placed around it.
Drunkenness
Just like drugs, alcohol can be abused and have significant negative effects. In general, a character can consume a number of alcoholic beverages equal to 1 plus double his Constitution modifier. Drinks consumed in excess of this total cause the character to become sickened for 1 hour per drink above this maximum. Particularly exotic or strong forms of alcohol might be treated as normal drugs. Those who regularly abuse alcohol might eventually develop a moderate addiction.
The diminutive woman finally bellows, traversing from seated, to standing, to vaulting onto the table to stand barely head-and-shoulders above the rest of you. "Will you sully the memory of our departed friend & mentor by turning this place into nothing more than the aftermath of a drunken brawl?! Even the Lucky Drunk would not shame himself so!" Realizing her timing had something to be desired as the chaos was already in the way of resolving itself, she hops down from the table.
The woman with curls walks slowly around the table, carefully placing drinks with care and precision. She moves the head of the table, standing motionless for a time, her face sad and thoughtful.
The bartender walks behind her and places his hand on her shoulder in a firm grip. She grasps it with both hands, holding fiercely, knuckles turning white before he backs into the dark.
Petro was correct; all of you have the seed of greatness within. I am sure greatness lays before you all, but for six of you, I must lay a burden on you.
Her head bows for a moment, her knees almost buckle before she regains her balance.
he is so strong…my time is shorter than I…so powerful..
Her eyes tear up, the piercing blue clouding with effort.
You will walk alone…only your allies will have the strength to help. Be wary, be strong, be faithful to yourselves. You are a light and fire to banish the night. And it will be dark…so very dark.
losing…can’t remember…he’s taking …no…I will not forget him…
She calls out in a hollow voice, each name like a blow to her, each one causing her to fade from the table until the last is spoken and all that remains is her voice.
Sirsi O'Bannon
Seraphine Jakobs
Sandalero Oberichi
Ysmerelda, Dawn's Rose
Deivon the Kinslayer
Hotrek Shieldson
hurry…please…hurry..
Those named, start awake on their journey to the funeral, a grim feeling of time being lost weighing on them. Only wisps of the dream remain with them, easy to brush off, until a voice whispers in their ears.
hurry..please...hurry
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"Well, ain't this interesting."
Once everyone has dotted and I have reviewed their sheets a final time, we will start the ball rolling. Tomorrow is my Game day at my table top, Hooray!! I get to play from the other side of the screen.
So, I will shoot for tomorrow evening or Monday.
Sandalero wakes up slowly.
That was an extremely strange dream. So many odd people. So many attractive women...
More omen than anything enjoyable though. I need to find a seer to read my cards for me...
Away at work. Will be back by Monday. AM too tired to post anything.
See ya soon then, Hotrek
Mega hardcore day today so no posting this evening. :( Sorry, please forgive me!
Thanks for letting us know.
Crazy day for me as well, but I'll post when I get home and over the weekend as well
So, of course, all yesterday & much of today wind up being really busy for me. I will post in gameplay this afternoon/evening.
because of course it would be !
Am at a Con for the weekend, will try to get as much post as possible.
Excellent!! Enjoy the fun!
Um, I don't see anything on the Campaign Info page...
At battle with website, results soon!
Gotcha. Thought that might have been it. that's why I mentioned it.
HA HA!! Victory!! Forum monsters ate my first try. Sorry about the wall of text.
Hope everyone is having a fun holiday n_n
Yes, good holiday to everyone!
Away until Thursday, posting ability is questionable.
Sirsi will keep quiet, and watch things if I don't get chance to post.
Ok. I was going to try posting while at my mother's house...
but the only thing available was her Windows 8 laptop...
I have never experienced this level of suck before, how the hell is Microsoft still in business?!
I will post tomorrow, from school.
As a heads up, things are going to be exceptional difficult for me for a while.
My posting will not be as often as a wish as I deal with some epic problems.
On a scale of 1 to 10, I am at Cthulhu zombie apocalypse.
If you feel it is best to withdraw I understand.
I will try my best to move things forward, however, for now it is a secondary concern.
Major apologies to all for this.
I am not shutting down the game or leaving, but I will not be posting as often for a unspecific time.
Ah!!
::Sigh::
I understand. My own PbP game is frequently like this & I keep waiting for the day when my players finally give up on me. I will still be here.
I'll stay. Sorry to hear your life has taken a turn, Scotty. I'll keep you and yours in my thoughts.
I'll stay. I understand what its like to have things turn for the worst. Good luck.
My Mother called. She is going to need my help with things a lot more now. I should know in a day or two if I am going to need to bow out permanently.
I'm still here. I can wait until this is called off.
Still watching,
Still here!
Me too
Still here. Things are still not good, but I should be returning to a more normal posting routine soon, as well as vacation. So hang tight a little longer if you can. Your patience and kindness are much needed.