GM Rednal's Wrath of the Righteous (Inactive)

Game Master Rednal

Individual spells have essentially no meaning in the army rules - all that matters is 1) The maximum level of spells the army's members can cast, and 2) Whether or not any of them are ranged attacks. Similarly, individual characters have little impact - by all means, feel free to imagine Julian hurling fireballs at the enemy, but be aware that it's pure fluff. XD

"As you command." Irabeth said. Sosiel was already at work encouraging the men and prompting them to do their best today - not that they really needed any encouragement, given that most of them were downright eager to smash the foes of the Inheritor. And after all the armies of Mendev had been through, it was hard to blame them...

As the sun crept over the horizon, the men mounted up, and soon the force was on its way. As they passed over the hill, you could see the two opposing forces ahead of you, separated by a moderate expanse of ground. "All right, men!" Irabeth shouted. "Charge!"

And I believe Tarov's up for the army roll!

Clad in once-again shining armor, Tarov rushes into battle with his spear readied to strike down their foes. At his sides, the Dawnbringers also move ahead resolutely.

Tactics Spellbreaker
Strategy Track Standard +0/+0

Offensive Melee Attack phase +10: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

The cultists, seeing the Dawnbringers charge, grimly set about readying their weapons - and a tremendous roar shook the battlefield as the armies clashed.

Dirty Tactics, Standard Strategy, Melee: 1d20 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 6 = 23

Even as the lead horses arrived, the cultists let out a roar, using long weapons to suddenly stab into your forces and down warrior and steed alike. It was a foul trick, but one that made no use of spellcraft... and if there was any good news, it was that your forces would now be ready for such attacks and weren't going to be taken by surprise a second time. In other good news? The Dawnbringers had still managed to take down almost half of the cultists, and would soon be ready to come around for another pass.

They would not, however, be able to do so unmolested by the incoming tieflings...

Dawnbringers: 11/16 HP. And it's Julian's roll!

How long until the Teiflings are on us rednal?

Tactics Spellbreaker
Strategy Track Standard +0/+0

The Dawnbringers were caught off guard and as their lines faltered momentarily a sudden shadow in the sky brought the cultists eyes upwards. Just as a fiery blast rocked the street where the fighting was thickest. Julian rained spells down upon the cultists from on high, though with their scattered ranks few were caught in the blast that ignited in the streets as Julian unleashed a fireball on the enemy forces...

Offensive Melee Attack phase +10: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Just for speeds sake and that way Tarov is NOT waiting on me! ;) Also playing Dying Light at Julian's house. Loads of fun since they added the dunebuggy for traveling around the district! Mwahahah

Tactics Spellbreaker
Strategy Track Standard +0/+0

Use lay on hands ability to regain 3 HP (ACR 3) this round. Taking a penalty of -1 to OM roll.
Offensive Melee Attack phase +10 - ACR penalty vs Cultists!: 1d20 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 10 - 1 = 22

As the Dawnrbingers were flagging she raised a rallying cry and a burst of positive energy erupted from the Hospitlar as she charged into the fray with her blade held high. "In her name we fight!" A cultists was impaled through the sternum before the aasimar paladin tore the blade free and spun, catching another one across the belly. "In her name we will WIN!" As the cultists guts spilled out before her she swung hard enough to scatter the blood from her foes onto the shattered cobblestone of the broken streets of Southbank. I will reclaim my homeland and throw down its oppressors!

Tarov Don't you worry about being super active, if your studies are over in December then it is all cool. Even Julain is in agreement, School/RL first, if its only a post a day or every other day we can manage. ;) Kick ass Stalwart!

*Is totally okay with this* XD

The Dawnbringers were ready for the dirty tricks of their enemies - but the cultists were ready for the trampling horses, too, and no damage worth noting was done to their army as the holy warriors thundered by again. On the other hand...

Cultist Army, Standard Strategy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Tiefling Army (Ranged - Ambush): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

The cultists were narrowly unable to cause harm. The tieflings, on the other hand, had prepared for their attack as thoroughly as possible, and a combination of arrows and spells rained down on the holy warriors as the infernal-blooded sprang their ambush. Here and there, a warrior fell, but even the best attacks of the tieflings were only capable of doing middling damage to the army. Seeing this, the cultists let out a loud roar, clearly planning to change their strategies a bit.

Dawnbringers: 10/16 HP.

The damage was far from fatal, but it was starting to add up, and Rowan's command went out for the men to heal themselves. From the expressions on the tieflings' faces, they clearly didn't think that was fair... but if they didn't go all out, they weren't going to win.

Cultist Army, Aggressive Strategy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Tiefling Army (Ranged): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Despite the newfound aggression of the cultists, it was too little and too late - with their defenses broken, the Dawnbringers crashed straight through the enemy's remaining forces and broke them. The entire army of cultists was hemorrhaging warriors as they fled rather than continue to fight against the light, and Irabeth let out a laugh before glancing over to you three.

"Their current attacks haven't been working - I think the other army's going to go for broke!" she called. "They could still hurt us badly if they manage to hit, but they'll be vulnerable at the same time. Might want to go on the defensive as we charge 'em!"

Irabeth recommends using the [Cautious] strategy when approaching the Tieflings.
Dawnbringers: 13/16 HP.

With the cultists front broken Rowan brandished her blade towards where the Tieflings were peppering their forces. Nodding to Irabeth she agreed."Once we close with the tieflings..." She pauses to slice an arrow out of the air before continuing . "... We should smite them. Decide it in one single blow."

Its upto you now Tarov! Lets take over Southbank! XD

Julian, upon seeing the cultists ranks falling apart, lobbed another fireball at them to encourage them to scatter more. He caught very few in the blast but it wasn't meant to kill. He jerked midair as Einherjar came to his defense as arrows rocketed towards him. If only thy brethren would see the light as you have...

"Your talking about the stepchildren of Golarion, even here we are little better then dirt. But here they are above other mortals, even if it is a fraction of power. It is enough for my desperate and stupid brethren to grab hold of! More then anyone has ever given them before. Don't worry though if they won't see they light then they can feel the heat!" He leveled his hand at the nearest group and lobbed another fireball, englfing a rooftop in a significant blast of firey destruction.

"Sons an' daughters o' th' Inheritor! Do yer goddess proud!" Tarov roars as the Dawnbringers move to close on the tieflings.

Tactics Spellbreaker
Strategy Track Cautious +2/-2

Offensive Melee Attack phase +8: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

The Dawnbringers arced towards the Tiefling forces, galloping hard in an attempt to end this battle soon - but as commanded, they kept their guard up, raising shields high as they closed in on the force of Tieflings.

Tiefling Army (Melee): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

With a loud roar, the Paladins charged straight through the tieflings, shattering it as the reckless attack against the holy warriors failed. From there, it was just a matter of mopping up, and within an hour the enemy had been decisively routed.

11 damage, 11 HP. Nice roll, Tarov! XD

Watching the battle, Irabeth bowed her head low. "Truly, the Inheritor is with us." she murmured, touching her holy symbol. She straightened a moment later. "Commanders, the enemy has been defeated. It won't take long to collect what prisoners are left, but recovering things from the battlefield will take rather longer. Did you want to do that now, or press onwards to Paradise Hill, take out the army there, and search both battlefields at our leisure?"

Awesome work Tarov! Haha!

Julian wheeled in the sky, overjoyed at seeing the Tieflings failed offensive being shattered by the Paladin's charging through the streets of Southbank. He spotted a lone Tiefling woman taking aim at one of his companions and with the fury of a thunder bolt he swooped in and ended her in a single blow. The shock on her face as she fell from the rooftop lingered in his mind as he wheeled towards his gathered companions and swooped in to land.

He landed shortly after Irabeths speech, a few arrows were caught in his armor but other then that he had weathered the enemies attacks rather easily.

"If I may... I suggest we regroup, mop up any prisoners and secure our foothold here in Southbank. No need to press our luck today wiuth the dirty tactics those cultists hit us with earlier. It'll mean that survivors will reach Paradise Hill and warn them about us but perhaps we can go ahead and do some saboteur work in the mean time." Julian wipes the blood off of Einherjar nonchalantly as the memory of the Teifling woman he struck down would most likely haunt him for many a day. He smirked as he wiped off his blade and nodded to Tarov and Rowan to emphasize who he was meaning was going to be out and about sabotaging the enemy.

She had stayed her hand with some of the tieflings, their bravado shattered after their lines collapsed under the Dawnbringers courageous charge. Despite their effectiveness earlier the enemy proved no match against the Sons and daughters of the Inheritor. Rowan joined Irabeth in her quick prayer, thankful that the Inheritor had allowed them to win the day and that they were graced with such brave soldiers to fight alongside them.

Julians sudden appearance came as a surprise but she listened to his words momentarily before looking at Irabeth and Tarov. "I agree. One step at a time, let them prepare while we secure our new footing. Besides I honestly think Julian has a point, it would be prudent to exploit any openings to weaken their position before our attack. If there is any that is."

Lightning attack their commanders, take them down hours before the main attack would have their entire camp in total collapse and disorganization... Destroying their weapon caches as well would be prudent. She looked at Julian and his array of alchemical and magical weapons. His new spells would be useful against amassed Cultists as well...

She looked back to Irabeth then. "Inform me of any exploitable weakness our scouts find. In the meantime lets gather our wounded, secure the area and gather up any prisoners or supplies that can be had. I'll not let this opportunity slip past us."

"As you command." Irabeth said, nodding and moving to dispatch the orders. The Dawnbringers quickly got to work, dividing into teams to corral the prisoners, obtain supplies, and generally deal with the aftermath of battle. And goodness was there a lot of aftermath, given the fact that the dead outnumbered your living personnel by several times. Still, what they found was nothing to laugh at...

The Dawnbringers have recovered 3 units of Goods. In addition, you have obtained supplies equivalent to a [Magical Armor Upgrade] - this can be used to upgrade an army's masterwork armor to magical armor, but keep in mind this will also raise your Consumption by 1 and make you go through supplies faster. There's also a lot of mundane equipment, and it may yet have a use...

Anything else you'd like to do today?

Another battle won, but victory yet looms beyond the dark horizon and the damned stand heavily in the way...

She pondered long and hard, having a hard time recalling what Sarkoris had once looked like barely a century ago. She reaffirmed her resolve, knowing the path she had chosen to take was the righteous one and the future of Sarkoris hung heavily on her slender shoulders. She breathed a sigh of relief when the report came in, upgraded armor, mundane goods and supplies were a definite blessing. [smaller}"Have the men arm themselves with the new gear and save the rest for those we plan to free on paradise hill, make sure our wounded are patched up quickly for I hope to take the hill tomorrow at the earliest. We must not allow the enemy long to rest, we will harry them until they break."[/smaller]

She turned to Julian, Tarov and Nurah. "Accompany me, I wish to see if the prisoners are more willing to reconsider there positions. Granted they have a ways from total redeeming themselves but I believe today may be another break through. Strength is a great indicator but I don't wish to win them over with Strength alone. Then I'd be no better then there demonic masters. The same Masters who left them to die like fodder, merely tools in there never ending game of warfare and domination. A game I plan to destroy completely."

Current Prisoners
Diplomacy - Improve Attitudes and prove she is one hundred and fifty percent serious.: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24
K-History - Reinforcing her points as this is the first time she has joined the official fighting in the Worldwound: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
K-Local - Merely reinforcing her points as needed: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

"We meet again, now I won't keep you long but I will reiterate what I have told you these past days. As you can see we have achieved another rout today, through our strength of arms and Iomedae's good grace. I admit that many would say this has been done before, and again and again through historical retoric. However there is a distinct difference.."

She slams the bottom point of her shield into the broken and disheveled cobblestone street of Southbank. "I am not those that came and failed before. I am unique as I am a Sarkorian, so this is my homeland and I plan to take it back. So today I am give to you a solemn vow, one I wish for you to ponder long. For in a weeks time Drezen will fall to our siege and when it does I will come before you all to see if you are willing to reconsider your place in this war. Until then." She gives them a small respectful nod before moving on.

To those guarding them and in full hearing of those accompanying her she tells them "Continue to feed the prisoners well, we cannot have the Inheritor looking down on us for treating the defeated poorly. However, keep up the good work and watch your backs." She reinforced the values normally instilled in the righteous warriors of the Inheritor, mere pep talk and not a slight. Especially for those who knew her history.

Once the new prisoners are completely gathered she will come before them and use her Mythic points to reinforce her words if applicable/legal to do so.

Converting New Prisoners
Diplomacy + Mythic to improve their attitudes: 1d20 + 16 + 1d6 ⇒ (20) + 16 + (4) = 40
K-Religion to convince them of a better path, hopefully :/: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 10 + (6) = 23

She came before them and once before the unruly mob she brought her armored boot down with such a sharp CLICK that it could barely be ignored. Having gained the attention of the battered sods captured by the Dawnbringers after the recent rout she appraised their current state before speaking. Her voice carried the weight of her divine might, a factor she believed to be bestowed upon her from the gods of light through the touch of the Wardstone. She summoned forth the divine spirit to make her blade shine upon her hip as well as the many weapons and armor that burned with the righteousness of her faith.

Her words were not unkind but they were firm and mirrored her resolve. "Tools of the Worldwound, the nameless fodder set to die this day for masters who care nothing for you. I am Ascendent Rowan of Sarkoris, one of the Commanders of the Dawnbringers and servant to the Inheritor." If any are severely wounded she will promptly move forward and heal them to the best of her ability. All the while trying to proselytize them into possibly taking another path. "Many would say that as a follower of Iomedae I should smite those that defend the Worldwounds interests. However to this I say Nay. For over a century of bloodshed has done little to change the course of this never ending war so what would smiting the lot of you do? While assuming that all that stand before me are irredeemable is as wrong as executing prisoners to save on the supplies it would take to feed them." After healing a number of them she will return to where she stood and address them again.

"So today you are our prisoners, you will be treated fairly, fed properly and cared for despite being our enemies. For the gods of light are just and their representatives we too must be and more then they ask of us. For they may not always be fair when we need it most, they are just in their decisions. Though we cannot see what they try to teach us at times, the lesson is there. We though must find the way to see the path they nudge us towards and then make the choice to pursue it. However the light does not offer power easily, one must earn it and in that lies a more wholesome path then being so frail as to be handed it." She continues like a teacher lecturing her students, her voice energetic, firm and mentoring all at once. "For in this game of Gods, Angels and Demons we are Weapons. However the light doesn't dispose of its weapons when their edge dulls or they break as easily as the dark ones who promise power but crush their servants for the smallest failure. In the light failure is a means to learn and not to fear, for if we fail we will try again and eventually we will succeed because we have the gained the experience and strength to see it through until the end. We will be reforged and reborn anew. Where today. What would have happened if you escaped us and then reported your failure to your superiors?" She lets the silence hang momentarily before answering. "Would you not be killed, beaten , tortured or worse? Such ruthlessness is not worthy of your time on this plane. I'd rather prove to those that mock me that I am better then them and that I can rise above them without their gifts. A commander doesn't throw away their soldiers lives needlessly because they can..."

To any with doubtful looks as this Aasimarian paladin talks before them of strengths and taking power she justifies her position. "I was born with gifts, yes, powerful ones bestowed upon me by birthright like some of you as well..." She indicates any tieflings in the group of prisoners and nods to Julian lastly. "However even the powerless have become gods, look to the Inheritor. She was Human and yet look at her now. Cayden Cailen and numerous others who were nothing more then what they were born with and now stand as Godly testaments to what we can achieve if we work at it. However Serenrae and Desna remind us that Freedom without fear and ones journey in this life are far more important then instant gratification from dastardly sources. For their is a trap, one we will never learn from and only those who gave that power shall thrive. While their servants forever remain tools. Useful but ultimately expendable in the progression of their schemes."

She changes her tone then. Leaving them something to ponder with her powerful speech and hopefully leaving an impression on them. A good one she hoped. "Being our first meeting I wish to leave you with a thought to ponder, one I will return to see if you have considered more deeply in a weeks time. For in a week Drezen will fall to our siege and then I will return to see how you choose to stand in this war. And if you doubt, then ask the prisoners who we brought with us to Drezen. Ask them if we have faltered since we came upon them. Until then." She gives them the smallest nod before turning to leave, giving the same message to the guardsmen who had captured them and congratulating them on their hardwork and dedication.

Afterwards she dismisses everyone but Nurah. She hands the Halfing a scroll sealed with her personal mark. "Open it if you wish too for when we take Drezen I will make this request formally known to the Queen of Mendev. I was serious when I told you I would provide a place for you and yours. If you assumed my words were lofty or I understand but I ask you to think again." After handing her the scroll she looks to the distant horizon, marred by the insanity of the Worldwound as she says. "I ran away once, I shall not do so again and I truly believe that we can win Nurah." She looks to the young halfing and smiles faintly. "Together. Now, this same message will be given to your fellow officers as well as my companions. I have made duplicates so that the message cannot be altered or destroyed by nefarious sources this is the trust I place in all of you."

Julian, accompanies Rowan for the visiting of the Prisoners and finds himself astounded by her claims. Ending the siege in a week? Thats too bold... He doesn't speak but he narrowly avoided shaking his head. Going to be a rough week...

However when it came to the new prisoners he couldn't help but watch in awe, her argument was similar to the one she had given the soldiers in Kenebras, however he hoped she wasn't too soft on their former enemies. Afterwards when she dismisses Julian and Tarov but not Nurah he gets a bit suspicious as to what she is upto. Mentally noting to talk to her later about it.

I have nothing more to do for today btw Rednal. Unless their is something interesting for Julian to investigate. >;3

K-History - Places of note in Drezen's Southbank. Rumors or other pertinent ideas of places to explore! XD: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Perception - Do I see something shiny interesting?!: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26

Unless Nurah has something to add Rowan doesn't have much else to ssay/do today unless something comes up. I will provide the rest of the scroll Rowan has written if you want. I can post it in the discussion thread. :)

Rowan's words were more than slightly persuasive, and more than a few of the prisoners looked like they were seriously reconsidering their choices. It was pretty hard to argue with power and success, after all, and the Dawnbringers had been busy smashing every evil force in sight.

The forces of the Abyss were not quite that easy to overcome.

The ground beneath your army shook as a deafening roar could be heard, and a lion-like creature larger than a horse dropped out of the sky to land right behind Rowan. Three heads came out of its body - feline, goat, and white draconic, with wide wings near the center that allowed it to take to the air. Manacles of iron with barbed points jutting inward were wrapped around its legs and necks, and numerous lash-marks covered the creature's body, some of which still looked rather fresh - that might have had something to do with the volume of its roar. Even as the prisoners tried to pull backwards, the chimera reared and prepared to strike!

Init (Chimera): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Init (Julian): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
Init (Rowan): 1d20 ⇒ 11
Init (Tarov): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Aaaaaaand you all go first!

Seeing whatever that was approaching from Drezen wasn't something he was going to ignore and as he went to warn the others it beat him to the punch and arrived before he could do more then shout. "Incoming!"

However he proved faster then the beast and downing his mutagen his body cracked and shift instantly into the half demonic form he had come to rely on recently. As his body shifts Julian is already on the move! His wings spread wide and he launched himself skyward out of reach as he called upon the rest of his formidable abilities.

Einherjar was in his hand as he laid out his arcane so quickly the blade hummed with his arcane might.

SA: Drink Mutagen
MA: Fly 30 ft upwards - I think I lose 5ft for every 10 ft I ascended/costs double. Acrobatics to avoid AoO if needed.: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24
FA: Use Bladbound strike +2 to damage
SwA: Use Arcana pool to add Holy

Will update Mutant form as soon as I can, in transition to work/flying again sorry :(

Seeing whatever that was approaching from Drezen wasn't something he was going to ignore and as he went to warn the others it beat him to the punch and arrived before he could do more then shout. "Incoming!"

However he proved faster then the beast and downing his mutagen his body cracked and shift instantly into the half demonic form he had come to rely on recently. As his body shifts Julian is already on the move! His wings spread wide and he launched himself skyward out of reach as he called upon the rest of his formidable abilities.

Einherjar was in his hand as he laid out his arcane so quickly the blade hummed with his arcane might.

SA: Drink Mutagen
MA: Fly 30 ft upwards - I think I lose 5ft for every 10 ft I ascended/costs double. Acrobatics to avoid AoO if needed.: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24
FA: Use Bladbound strike +2 to damage
SwA: Use Arcana pool to add Holy

Updated, harassing Rowan as I am sure he has missed this post. xD

I swear my web page is broken or something. I will reinstall it tonight -.-; Apologies for wait.

AC: 26 +7 armor, +1 deflection, +2 Dex, +4 Deflection

The beasts landing makes Rowan's heart seize in her chest but first and foremost in her mind was the welfare of the others nearby. She throws a hand towards the prisoners and those guarding them, her voice hastening their retreat. "Seek Cover And Protect the Prisoners!!"

She spun and a light glow flashed beneath her armor as she called upon the holy symbol tattooed onto her skin. Casting a communal protection from Evil spell on Tarov and herself to help aid them in their fight! However with Julian already airborne she grinded her teeth in frustration. "I'll Flank it!"

SA: Cast Communal Protection from Evil, 3.5 mins of duration for Tarov and Rowan.
MA: Spend 1 Arcanist point to move 40ft Plus 20ft to setup the creature for flanking with Tarov!
SwA: Initiate SMITE EVIL! +4 to hit, +5 to damage, +4 deflection bonus to AC when used.
FA: Draw Cold Iron Longsword

Her shield is still stowed so no shield AC as above.

She rushes towards the creature and just as she comes within reach she slams through dimensions to appear on further along its left flank. She hoped it would be enough for Tarvo to get into position. She raised her blade skyward. "IN HER NAME I SMITE THEE!"

Round 1

Tarov drops low and readies his weapon, unsure of how to deal with the creature.

Tarov enters Defensive Focus (full-round action).

In case of multi-day absences, just assume I use Defensive Focus. It probably won't make a difference most of the time.

Rowan, remember, Deflection bonuses don't stack.

As Julian began to move through the air, the blade in his hand abruptly shuddered, attempting to act of its own accord...

Will (Julian): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

...but the fiend-blooded one was able to push that down, at least for the moment.

Tarov hadn't moved forward with Rowan's shout, and with an earth-shaking roar, the Chimera lashed out at Rowan with coordinated bites, lashing claws, and even one of its horns.

Bite (vs FF): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17
Bite (vs FF): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31 for Damage: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (4, 6) + 5 = 15
Claw: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23
Claw: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
Gore: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

Each of the attacks came faster than anything you'd yet seen from your foes - and the beast wasn't done. Even before anyone could react, the beast inhaled with its draconic head, then exhaled a stream of jagged icicles that bombarded Rowan's area (as part of a 40-foot cone).

Cold Damage: 6d8 ⇒ (4, 4, 2, 3, 8, 4) = 25 + Piercing Damage: 2d8 ⇒ (5, 3) = 8
Reflex DC 19 Halves: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Thanks to Rowan's defenses, I believe that's 7 Cold Damage and 4 Piercing, total 11.

Does her Cold Resistance apply to this attack Rednal?

Swa: LoH self + Greater Mercy: 3d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5, 2, 6) + 1 + 2 = 16
Hands of Valor +4 to attacks for 1 min
MA: Make Weapon holy for 3 rounds!
25% SFC: 1d100 ⇒ 68
Defensive Casting - Shield DC 16 = Success: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
Cast Shield on herself.

New AC 29 +7 armor, +2 Dex, +4 Deflection +4 Shield)

She held onto her resolve, knowing the eyes of the prisoners were pssibly still on her and in her celestial voice she spoke. "Is that All?" Her voice was strong, calm and despite so many strikes she was undaunted. Each of its strikes were a hammer blow though and nearly forced her to her knees as she deflected them with her sword. The beastily Breath caught her by surprise and as she rose back to her feet she weaved arcane symbols in the air that formed into visible plates that hovered around her protectively.

She raised her sword and spoke aloud as her injuries began to heal some. "Iomedae be praised! We shall not falter!" She infused her blade with her holy might as she prepared to face it head on...

An AoO would totally wreck this post, so if it happens and it hits then none of the below or even the fleet attack happens lol!

Fleet Charge =Bypass all DR for this attack only.: 1d20 + 15 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 15 + 2 - 2 = 31 Damage +Holy: 1d6 + 13 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 13 + (2, 1) = 22

Power Attack!

Acrobatics to avoid a AoO if needed. 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Second chance Acrobatics to avoid a AoO. Ugh. 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

FRA: Attack roll -power attack: 1d20 + 15 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 15 + 2 - 2 = 25 Damage +Holy: 1d6 + 13 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 13 + (6, 3) = 28

Bite: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 2 - 2 = 8 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2
Claw: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 2 - 2 = 26 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Bleeding Wounds Defensive Casting: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19

[dice=Spell Failure Chance 10% - Cast Bleeding Wounds]1d100[/dice]
Attack roll +bleeding wounds spellcombat: 1d20 + 15 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 15 + 2 - 2 = 27 Damage +Holy +bleeding wounds: 1d6 + 13 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 13 + (2, 2) + (6) = 27

Seeing Tarov not advancing Julian had to make a hard choice. <:Its... Fast... Just like...:> A flash of memory assailed his sense, the beast in him surged overcoming his sense as his need to protect forced him to act. Its scales flattened as it prepared to do battle. At Einherjar's words his reason struggle to remain in control. His pupiless eyes danced as he saw the slaughter of his squad so many years ago. A blur and the fight was over, the enemy so savage and strong... <:I... I... Must FIGHT!:> His need to defeat the terrors of his past overwhelmed his reason and Rowan standing alone invoked his need to protect his companions from his most hated foes. His wings spread wide as the roar left his lips and in the next instant he descended like greased lightning attacking the beasts torso. Einherjar's blade glided across its hide in a blur of savage strength as Julian unleashed his mutant form could.

He clawed, bite and even casted a spell to make his attacks harder for his opponent to resist...

He will attempt to flank with Rowan if possible if not removed +2 from each attack please! :D

Oh derp, it did... Making changes now! thanks xD

I honestly have no idea what is going on right now, Rednal, even after trying to read up what I've missed. Please bot me at least until the end of this fight.

So Julian, Rowan and Tarov were visiting the prisoners. New and Old.

Rowan gave powerful speeches to both groups and set a deadline on when the siege would be over for Drezen, which would end in our victory.

Was leaving them to ponder their choices in the war and perhaps rethink their ways.

Julian spots something approaching, fast, from Citadel Drezen(?).

Which saves us from a surprise round when the big beasty lands, roars and fight starts.

Round 1
Tarov: Defensive Stance

Rowan: Casts Protection from Evil on Tarov and herself, Julian airborne unable to cast it on him.

She then proceeded to Move towards the creature and used her Dimensional slide to set up Flank for Tarov/Julian & Herself and activated Smite

JulianSA: Drink Mutagen
MA: Fly 30 ft upwards - I think I lose 5ft for every 10 ft I ascended/costs double. Acrobatics to avoid AoO if needed.: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24
FA: Use Bladbound strike +2 to damage
SwA: Use Arcana pool to add Holy

Enemy - Breath weapons Rowan and Full Attacks her for a little over 10 Damage, some of which is reduced by energy resist.

Round 2

Rowan LOH on self to recover HP, Casts Shield and Makes her weapon Holy.

Julian Seeing Rowan underattack he uses Fleet charge to get close and is now Full Attacking and use spell strike, claw and bite. +Bleeding Wounds to inflict more damage on the creature if it lands.

Tarov - Waiting on actions, within move distance possibly(?)

Quick and dirty update ;D

The army won the fight and then a bad*** Manticore dropped on Rowan's head. Also, you may want to do this manually... XD

Will (Julian): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Einherjar continued to struggle in Julian's hands as he slashed out at the chimeric creature, with its emotions growing rapidly more frustrated. Julian's first blow hit, though, as did several of the others - and with a roar, the chimera turned to savage him.

Bite vs FF: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28 for Damage: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (1, 5) + 5 = 11
Bite vs FF: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30 for Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Claw: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33 for Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Claw: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16
Slam: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

Crushing Jaws (Bonus Damage): 2d6 + 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (6, 4) + (6) + 7 = 23
Staggered? (Fort DC 19): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 for Rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 4

With a loud roar, the chimera bit into Julian, using both of its mouths to tug and tear at his flesh as they attacked in unison... and they tossed him straight into the dirt as they finished.

Without pausing, the chimera shot 25 feet up into the sky, beating its powerful wings to keep it aloft. It wasn't an exceptionally good flier, but it didn't really need to be... and it was clearly preparing for something.

Damage to self: 3d4 ⇒ (4, 3, 4) = 11
3d8 ⇒ (7, 6, 4) = 17
Free: Harmful Surge Fireball - Maximum spell damage + 3d4 damage to Julian
Swift: 1 Mythic pt to do Wild Arcana +2 to caster lvl of fireball
SA: Fireball Damage = 54, Reflex 19 save for half. Damage to Julian = 11

His body felt cold as his blood leaked into the broken streets of Drezen, his enemy hung above him in its awkward mode of flight and he had yet to regain his wind just yet. "Guess you didn't like that... Eh you ugly bastard." His words were no more then a whisper as he got his first breath. Try this...

He pulled out his strongest spell, a snarl forming on his lips as he added a powerful kicker or more precisely two...

As he casted his wounds split open further, the pain that seared through his body nearly drove him unconscious but he had only one shot at this and he planned to make it a good one. As his incantation ended he pointed his finger at the flying chimera's chest. "Hellfire-ball..." The beast was just high enough that the explosion wouldn't reach him or his companions. Though he finally felt warm for a brief moment as he gripped Einherjar tightly. Bracing for the end...

AC 29 +7 armor, +2 Dex, +4 Deflection +4 Shield)
HP 82/92 pre fall 14+??/92 after fall?

Let me know if this is possible... And hopefully I don't get myself killed.

MA: Dimensional slide to just above the Chimera's back and fall on it. Let me know what other rolls there is needed!
SA: Twohanded Longsword Attack Chimera with Cold Iron Longsword + Smite Hands of Valor: 1d20 + 10 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 4 + 4 = 27
Damage 2hnd Str + Smite + Holy + Bleeding Wounds: 1d8 + 4 + 5 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 5 + (2, 6) + (4) = 24
SwA: After falling down - (If I can't do it after please let me have applied it before... lol up to to you.) Loh: 3d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5, 1, 5) + 1 + 2 = 14

"JULIAN!" Her voice sung in Celestial as her companion was tore nearly apart in front of her. It was all a blur as the fool charged the beast in her defense and she was powerless to stop the violent onslaught from happening...

As a light lit up Drezen's Southbank, she winced before realizing Julian had further injured himself to protect his companions. Tears were in the paladin's eyes as all the tension between them vanished from her mind as the Tiefling lay there. It was as if Julian were accepting what came next, but she would not. She quickly reverse the grip on her sword, holding it in both hands as she stared up at the creature and just above its left shoulder. She could feel herself slipping between as she stepped into the black void, a single heartfelt prayer in her mind as she did so raising her hands above her head...

Please let me save my companion Iomedae!

Her step turned into a fall and she plunged towards the Chimera's backside, aiming her blade between its shoulders as she roared a battlecry!

Rowan, Dimension Slide notes a distance you can go. XD It doesn't say you can't go up. Of course, we ARE gonna need one more roll...

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

The beast wasn't quite able to dodge the blast of fire, though it wasn't damaged by the full amount, either - it was clearly resistant to flame. Rowan hit it a moment later...

Acrobatics for Rowan's landing: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4
Fall Damage, Land Prone: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 2) = 10

...piercing through its back and sending it tumbling towards the ground. One of its paws came around in a heavy strike as it tumbled, though, knocking Rowan off-balance as she shot towards the ground and throwing her face-first into the dirt. The good news? At least she was able to send a surge of healing into her own body (though she was definitely gonna be feeling this impact in the morning...).

As the creature landed on the ground, however, its jaws closed and a weak, mewling sound came out of its mouths as its body trembled. It was hurt - badly - and looked like it might not even have had the strength to run away. The heavy manacles that were still attached to it probably weren't helping any, nor the injuries it had already suffered.

Being so badly injured banished the need to kill, the panic to flee was stronger but brought the clarity he needed and as Einherjar voice raged in his head he realized his grave error. Too blinded to see what is in front of my eyes...

He had seen what was hanging from the creature as it fell and at Einherjar's reaction Julian mustered the strength to let out a shout that quickly fell to a near breathless plea. More akin to a wheezing rattle as he lay badly injured and trying to fend off his companions as well as any soldiers. "Don't kill it! Look... At... It and Don't... Come... Near!" The last came out as a growl as he angled his head, propping up on an elbow to look down at it as he took another breath. "Just stay down... Dammit." I'm still to vulnerable and It could crush me with a single hit. His demonic arm scratched into the dirt in frustration as his bdy trembled from the pain. He searched for a possible answer to end it without more meaningless pain...

K-Nature - Identify race type - Animal? And ways to handle it ?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
K-Arcane - Identify Race Type - Magical Beast? And How to handle it safely?: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

The creature seems the same as before - a Chimera, born of ancient, primordial power. Even in its injured, ruined state, the creature seems greater than others of its kind - exactly how is unknown, but whatever it is, it's certainly not a normal chimera. Given its behavior, though... for someone trained in dealing with animals, it might just be possible to get through to it. And from there? Well, only you could decide that.

She spit dirt out of her mouth, feeling the aching in her face from the impact on the cobblestone that had rammed into her helm and a rock was jammed into her ribs which hurt tremendously. The blow the beast had given her would ache for sometime as her injuries knitted closed thankfully. She pushed herself up onto one elbow raising her head just enough to look towards Julian as he growled at everything nearby. What is he saying it...! When she saw the manacles she grunted in frustration, dropping her head in defeat. Iomedae forgive my ignorance, will I never learn to look before leaping...

She rose to her feet, recovering her sword and sheathing it. She made her way over to the fallen Chimera regarding it as she spoke towards Julian. "Get up if you can. I need your help getting these off." She points towards the manacles then sounding embarrassed more then anything.

She moves in slowly, pulling off and tossing aside one gauntlet before reaching out to one of the creatures heads with her bare hand. "Easy now." It won't trust me now... But I have to try. She spoke low and calmly. "... I won't hurt you anymore. Just stay still..." She reaches down and removes her belt, her weapons clattering to the ground as she continues to move in slowly. She was trying to not make any quick moves as she tried to see if it was going to attack her or not...

Diplomacy (?) Don't know which skills applies to animals whether HA or Dip work better.: 1d20 + 16 + 1d6 ⇒ (17) + 16 + (6) = 39
And/Or
Handle Animal: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (19) + 8 + (4) = 31
Mythic Power 1/5 remaining

She places a hand on the scaled dragon head...

He'd have laughed at Rowan bark of an order if his chest wasn't shredded at the moment. "Yeah... Yeah... I'm coming." He replies sarcastically before downing an extract to heal himself.

Cure Moderate Wounds extract: 3d8 + 7 ⇒ (3, 7, 4) + 7 = 21

The rush of healing is what he needed but his body was battered badly still and he was shaking. He rose shakily to his feet, sheathed Einherjar with a quiet apology and took over a minute to reach the first manacle. Total content on letting her work with the heads. He pulls out his tools and gets to work in an awkward but steady speed...

Disable Device take 10 = 25:
If this works repeat with each manacle.

He continues to work, his mutations not hindering his work at all as he chuckles crudely. "Don't be hard on yourself. I doubt it was going to listen to reason so we need to be more careful next time."

Technically, to magical beasts...

The creature's lips pulled back slightly as Rowan approached, but it didn't lash out as she sought to soothe it. Instead, cautiously and nervously, it extended a tongue from its draconic head and weakly licked Rowan's hand. Now that the creature had settled down, you could see the details of its body in more detail - and it was quite obvious that this creature, for all of its power, had been brutally shackled and tortured at some point in the not-too-distant past.

On the bright side, Julian was able to start pulling its manacles off, and the chimera offered no resistance. The insides of the shackles were barbed and pointed, clearly designed to dig into flesh and cause further pain. When they were all off, the creature simply slumped down, still badly hurt after the beating it had been given.

When she saw the curling lip she paused but never broke eye contact, waiting until it accepted her or attacked her...

When it licked her hand she gave it a small smile, she kept up her slow movements until it slumped down. Her response was bitter, more at herself then Julian. "That doesn't excuse me from acting like a fool... Again." She held back a grimace as she saw the insides of the manacles, which made her feel even worse. She suddenly had an idea and she spoke directly to the Chimera. "Stay still..." She runs her hand across the scaled dragon head before moving towards the first freed paw. She place her hand lightly on the injury using her divine gifts to heal the injury.

She was careful not to move too quickly as she moved from paw to paw. Her healing leaving puffy new skin in place of bleeding injuries before she massaged its paws, checking the joints for any breaks or possible fractures from its fall earlier.

Being a Hospitlar made her almost a font of healing energy, as if the world gifted her with more then a normal paladin should normally be capable of. Much to the benefit of the poor creature under her care now. She touched each wound, she removed where her sword had struck it in the back and even where Julian's blade had struck it before finding new and old wounds to remove with a brush of her fingers. When she was satisfied she moved back to where its heads were again so it could see her as she channeled positive energy over its entire body, while catching Julian and herself as well.

She placed a hand to her chest as she focused on Iomedae's symbol on her chest. She kept on channeling, wave after wave washing over all those near enough to be healed. She glowed lightly with white light as she focused purely on healing until her abilities were expended. She lowered her ungloved hand again and slowly approached the slumped down Chimera once again kneeling down before placing her hand on the dragon head once more. She expended the last of her healing and removed any fatigue the creature was feeling. She looked it over then to make sure that any other injuries needing healed were healed.

Julian pulled back several feet and stayed kneeling down nearby and watched Rowan work her magic. He restrained a low whistle as Rowan flooded the area with divine might, her mythic ability to sway others was enough to sway his heart. As wave after wave of healing magic washed over him he couldn't stop from being in awe as his flesh knitted back together. If only...

He gripped his head as the images assailed him again, ever since they had entered the Wounded Land's he couldn't help but see his comrades of old. How they lived, laughed and how they died in vivid detail. It was what was enraging him, flaring his hate for the creatures in this land and making him too overprotective. Not a moment ago I was so intent on defeating it and overlooking the facts that could have stopped the escalation of conflict...

As the last of the healing magic washed over him he stood up and moved over by Tarov, a distant look on his face as he looked at his demonic hand. He flexed it over and over again as he considered what he needed to do next. Finally he realized it was time to gather the troops and not allow them to be caught unawares by being scattered.

He nodded to Tarov then. "I'll find Irabeth and the others and gather them nearby so we can return to camp. Watch out for Rowan will ya Stalwart." He tried to come off light hearted as he took to the air once more to find their scattered companions more easily.

The dust of the battle was clearing, and by the time Rowan had finished tending to the creature's wounds, things were settling down properly and the confidence that the creature had been tamed was rising rapidly. Nurah was nearby - still at a safe distance, and not looking to change that - looking slack-jawed at the way the chimera was gently rubbing one of its (massive) heads against Rowan's hands. "By all the gods... how?" she whispered.

The response was... perhaps not as expected. Nurah and the chimera vanished, as did the army and all of the world around you, leaving the three of you suspended in a world of golden light reaching towards an infinitely-distant horizon. The light pulsed slightly, and a familiar figure appeared - Kariel, the angelic figure who had talked to you back in the city. A wide smile could be seen on her face as she regarded you.

"Well done, you three." she said. "My Lady is extremely pleased with you right now."

She ran her hands through the hair of the feline head, her sad smile lightening in light of the outcome. She was oblivious of other watchers as she cooed quietly to the now docile Chimera. When everything faded out, replaced by a world of golden light reaching towards an infinitely-distant horizon she looked to the emptiness with a tinge of sadness before turning to regard Kariel's presence politely.

Seeing the familiar angel figure she bowed deeply before responding quietly. "Greetings Kariel. I too am pleased with the outcome as well but not my actions, again I confuse valor with viciousness. For that I apologize, I still have more to learn." She stands upright again looking from Kariel and her companions.

The fading world caught him by surprise and he turned to regard Kariel curiously before landing. "We both do Rowan, besides think your hands are the first to treat that creature with care in a long time..." He didn't dismiss their action's but losing focus was worse at this point. he nodded to the angelic figure before speaking. " Good to see you again Kariel, I am glad they are pleased with this progress. Though I am curious as to what else we can do for you?" His voice was calm but his curiosity was peeked by Kariel's appearance. Feeling Einherjar's change and return in trust he runs his hand across the pommel. He would need to respect his blade more from now on.

Tarov slumps as the creature quiets down, leaning heavily on his weapon. With the arrival of Kariel, he sighs heavily and roughly sits down on the nearest rock. "That was somethin' else," he mutters.

Kariel looked gently amused at Tarov's words. "Indeed." she said. "Looking to save others is not always the easiest thing to do, especially when you are on a crusade - but in the end, you were able to do so. Accordingly, my lady has sent me with three messages for you."

"First, for proving that you can handle power and not be swept away by wrath, my lady gifts you with a little more. Use it well, and never forget why it was given."

"Second, there is a secret vault within the Citadel of Drezen, northwest of the entrance. Within lie three tokens of favor that will help you take the citadel and recover the Sword of Valor."

"Finally, among the prisoners your foes have captured is one named Meiyun. She is greatly favored by the Father of Creation, who has not forgotten the way you tended to his shrine beneath Kenabres. He offers you her services - tell her that she has found the forge she is looking for, and provision her with supplies, and she shall craft the tools you need to take the fight to the demons."

The angel curtsied slightly, and the entire world lit up for a brief moment before you were back where you'd been - and for half an instant, time itself seemed like it had paused, then the world resumed just as it had been before your vision. Evidently, nobody else had seen anything happen.

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Her eyes were moist as the world came back into focus, she whispered a small prayer of thanks to Iomedae and Kariel for their continued patronage. Before the world caught u with them she placed her hands back where they once were. She ran them through its mane and scratched behind the felines ears as best she could. She gave each head affection, realizing that to win it over she had to win over each head! She chuckled before finally placing her forehead against the dragon heads forehead. "Follow me and I will never hurt you like they did. You are free now... If only I knew your name." She pulled away as she spoke the last part, regarding the dragon curiously like it would speak. I must find Meiyun, we have need for her skill...

She ran her hand over its scales as she turned to those nearby. "Tread carefully, I do not wish to make this poor creature afraid of us. This is a sign of our resolve, another life saved, another battle won. An Ally hopeflly gained..." She smiles back at the large Chimera."Lets get our friend some meat! Back to camp everyone."

Shelooks back at the Chimera then speang to its three heads directly. "Will you come with me?"

Julian bows to Kariel as she gave them praise and when the world returned and he was flying once more. He watched as Rowan inspired those around her and couldn't help but wonder what she had planned. Though his doubt that they could take Drezen before the weeks end was starting to fade. If she can befriend such a beast... Then we have a chance... Paradise Hill comes on the morrow... He spins and wheels overhead as the army returns to camp.

<"Soltengrebbe."> the chimera rumbled in Draconic - probably its natural language, and the only one it was likely to communicate in. One by one, though, the three heads nodded, and its tail flicked back and forth in a friendly way as it padded along behind the camp.

You have gained the services of the mythic chimera, Soltengrebbe. While your army does not carry sufficient provisions to feed this great creature on the road, Soltengrebbe can be stationed in any defensible settlement you control (such as Drezen, once reclaimed). When so stationed in the same city as an allied army, his presence gives that army a +1 bonus to its OM and DV during defensive battles. If there are multiple allied armies, this bonus can only be applied to one of them.

Hearing its name made her smile again silently surprised that the Chimera could indeed speak which made her smile much more broad. She held back a shudder as the power she gained blossomed within her. Her fair skin became more defined and attractive as did her voice which gained an allure that was hard to resist. Knowing the chimeras name she spoke it in draconic, letting it roll off her tongue so she could remember it. <"Soltengrebbe.>" She runs her hand over one of its heads as they returned to camp.

That evening she held a strategy meeting with Soltengrebbe laying in the back of the larger command tent, whether or not it was sleeping or watching she left up to the large chimera. "There name is Soltengrebbe, it speaks the draconic language and please treat them with respect. Its body is still fragile after the events of today." With her fellow officers gathered she points to the next area of skirmish. "Any new reports on the enemy strength at Paradise Hill? How are the men holding up and do we think they will be ready by the moning?"

"We don't want to push the men too hard Rowan, today was a great victory and more so with the addition of Soltengrebbe to our ranks." He gives the large Chimera a somewhat nervous nod, unsure that it understood why he fought so hard against it or not.

"Paradise Hill is a holding ground for prisoners. I'd rather strike sooner then later in case the Schir stationed there decide to execute their prisoners. After that I have no issues letting the men rest." She looks to Irabeth then. "Lets make sure the men know to take care of their wounds and lets do our best to patch up tonight, I want to be battle ready by the morning no later. We will storm Paradise Hill and rescue those held there." Meiyun may possibly be among those prisoners and her being killed needlessly cannot happen... Kariel's message was of greater import to her then just acquiring someone of great skill, it was an ally and hopefully a friend she would make as well. She would assess in the morning how the men were and whether a battle was prudent.

As night fell, Soltengrebbe moved over and gently picked each of you up, one with each mouth, before moving over to the largest fire and lying down in front of it before setting you down again. His wings came around a moment later, setting over you like a massive blanket as he went to sleep. Nobody else in the camp looked inclined to try and free you.

The morning dawned red, with a sullen-looking sky glaring down at the world below. Aside from Paradise Hill, which remained in the hands of the enemy, Ahari Bridge and the watchtowers of the Citadel remained hostile - both would be a thorn in your side during any siege. On the bright side, the army was ready - it seemed Soltengrebbe would be staying at the camp (some of the men were still nervous, and didn't want the creature in their midst during the fight), but they were ready to sally forth on your command.

Notably, the entire area was a maze of warehouses and other structures that had been fortified over time. The entrenched army - full of schirs - had plenty of ways to hold others off, and it probably wasn't going to be too easy to break through and strike them.

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