GM Choon Presents: The (Gestalt) War of Dragonfires (Inactive)

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Yaksha master of forms 6//rakshasa paragon 6 | HP: 24/53 | AC/T/FF: 22/18/19 | F/R/W: +7/+8/+6 | Init: +1; Perception +11 | CMB: +9; CMD: 27 | Defense: Evasion, DR 2/-
Resources:
Focus: 0/4 | Pool of Predation: 3/9 per day | Sorcerer Lvl 1 - 4/6 per day | Deep Focus: 0/1 per day | Thunder Spear: 0/1 per day | Active Stance: Lightning
Status Effects:
Hungerborn: +1 to attacks, skill check, ability checks, and CL checks for 1 hour. | IH: Fast Heal 1 (3 rds) | GL: +20 ft. speed (5 rds) [ooc]| EP: Large Size (17 rds)

"Testing your skills in battle, huh? And what itch do you hope ta scratch, then? Power? Accomplishment? Reassuring t'e ego t'at t'is is a life well-spent?" Craven asks of Adept. As Bustik (presumably loudly) walks up, the blind man does nothing to acknowledge the new one's presence.


HP 43/56; SP 14/20 Incanter 6 // Mageknight (Doomblade, Kinetic Scourge) 6

"There's only so much one can learn from a book or insulated practice. Some things must be learned in actual combat. I suppose power and accomplishment would be it. The goal being to survive with more knowledge than I had before."


Stats:
HP [89/90] | AC 19, T 10, FF 19, CMD 19, DR 4/- | Fort +9, Ref +2, Will +7 | Low-Light Vision, Perception +7 | Bloodrage [17/17] |
Astral Suit Modifications:
Fortification 25%, Hardy, Stalwart, Flexible Suit, Improved Armor, Quickened Attacks, Psionic Attack, Psionic Damage, Augmented Weapon
Aegis 6/Bloodrager 6

"I seek to defend my country," Bustik said with a shrug. "Besides, I have nothing worth doing but this. No menial skills, just the ability to do combat against those arrayed before us."


HP 43/56; SP 14/20 Incanter 6 // Mageknight (Doomblade, Kinetic Scourge) 6

"If only others lacking skills would realize what you have, our numbers would be tenfold."


Male Halfling, HP: 32/83, PP: 26/59, CP: 7/9, CMD: +18, DR: 4/-, Fast Healing 2 (2 rounds) 8 temp hps
Vitals:
AC: 18, T: 12, F: 17. Saves: F: 9, R: 4, W: 7, CMB +7, CMD +18, Init +1, per +9, sense +1
Skills:
Autohyp +10, Escape Artist +7, Heal +11, Intimidate +6, K (Religion) +9, K (Psionics) +7, Perception +9, Prof (Cook) +7, Ride +6, Sense Motive +1, Spellcraft 12, UMD +10

Sorry guys, I got behind. Still, I couldnt have picked a better time to do it :/

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From previous Combat
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Friar just peeks his eyes out of the ground to look up and around, but he immedeately sees that the crewmembers were waiting for him, and had spotted him (stealth rolled 1). But, as they had moved towards him to commence the stomping, the sky suddenly exploded and burnt his eyes right off of their eyestalks. AHHHHHHHH!!
The Friar retreated back underground, not caring about the fate of the catapult crew above him.
Slowly the pain subsided and slowly his eyes grew back until he could once more see (well, see dirt).
Infuriated, he looks up once more and plans his next move.


Yaksha master of forms 6//rakshasa paragon 6 | HP: 24/53 | AC/T/FF: 22/18/19 | F/R/W: +7/+8/+6 | Init: +1; Perception +11 | CMB: +9; CMD: 27 | Defense: Evasion, DR 2/-
Resources:
Focus: 0/4 | Pool of Predation: 3/9 per day | Sorcerer Lvl 1 - 4/6 per day | Deep Focus: 0/1 per day | Thunder Spear: 0/1 per day | Active Stance: Lightning
Status Effects:
Hungerborn: +1 to attacks, skill check, ability checks, and CL checks for 1 hour. | IH: Fast Heal 1 (3 rds) | GL: +20 ft. speed (5 rds) [ooc]| EP: Large Size (17 rds)

The blind man chortles, and his voice turns saccarine. "Nothing worth doing, heh. You had the stink of boring all over you when walked in, but you may actually be the most interesting person here, Bustik. I agree with Adept, more mortals should see things as you do!" He blinks, and his eyes are suddenly cat-like. A second blink, and they're cloudy again.


Male Dwarf Gestalt Soulknife (Nimble, Gifted) & Vitalist 6 | PP: 34/58 | HP: 61/76 THP:0 NLD: 5| AC: 20; T:13; FF:17 | Fort: +10; Ref: +9; Will: +10

Daimargh nodded and shuffled away from the commander having received orders and moves towards where the others have gathered.

"Well, someone's gotta keep you all alive, and I guess that's me. Daimargh's the name" he grumbles in introduction, coming to a stop just before the team.

"Give me a moment, huh? This'll just take a minute."
Daimargh puts a hand to his temple, and closes his eyes.

Daimargh attempts to add the group to his collective.


**INACTIVE(Adapt)***Ophiduan Male Adult Monk (Unchained, Zen Archer)/Incanter/Gestalt 6 - HP: 71/71, AC:21/T:20/FF:17, F:+8/R:+10/W:+8, Init:+3, Perc:+10, CMB:+6, CMD:26, Speed:50/80', Ki:8/8, SP:11/11, Ammo:60/60
Skills:
Acrobatics:+10/+18 to Jump, Climb:+5, Escape Artist:+10, Fly:+3, Heal:+5, Kn.(Arcana):+6, Ride:+3, Sense Motive:+5, Spellcraft:+6, Stealth:+10, Survival:+5, Swim:+5

"Did someone say heal? I can heal as well. I heard healers were needed in the whispers of the wind and made my way here." states a monk robed humanoid lizard standing behind the Dwarf holding only a bow in his hands.

He then bow to the room, "My name is Davor and I can both heal and shoot matches or arrows if you prefer."

Davor feels a psychic connection attempting to be made. Being psionically aware but not a practitioner, Davor lets it in.

Davor looks at the Dwar, "Ah, a practitioner of the Meta Arts, well met! My society is mostly made up of meta arts practitioners but I chose to study a new form of magic."


Yaksha master of forms 6//rakshasa paragon 6 | HP: 24/53 | AC/T/FF: 22/18/19 | F/R/W: +7/+8/+6 | Init: +1; Perception +11 | CMB: +9; CMD: 27 | Defense: Evasion, DR 2/-
Resources:
Focus: 0/4 | Pool of Predation: 3/9 per day | Sorcerer Lvl 1 - 4/6 per day | Deep Focus: 0/1 per day | Thunder Spear: 0/1 per day | Active Stance: Lightning
Status Effects:
Hungerborn: +1 to attacks, skill check, ability checks, and CL checks for 1 hour. | IH: Fast Heal 1 (3 rds) | GL: +20 ft. speed (5 rds) [ooc]| EP: Large Size (17 rds)

Daimargh feels just a moment of resistance when adding Craven to his collective. ::Ooh, that tickles,:: he beams back to the dwarf, a wide smile slowly drawing across his face. "Didn't know you medics ever clambered up to the front line. It's a volunteer unit of course - I'm merely making observations."


Stats:
HP [89/90] | AC 19, T 10, FF 19, CMD 19, DR 4/- | Fort +9, Ref +2, Will +7 | Low-Light Vision, Perception +7 | Bloodrage [17/17] |
Astral Suit Modifications:
Fortification 25%, Hardy, Stalwart, Flexible Suit, Improved Armor, Quickened Attacks, Psionic Attack, Psionic Damage, Augmented Weapon
Aegis 6/Bloodrager 6

"A psychic? Interesting," Bustik said, nodding as he felt himself joined into the mental link. "I have a small amount of psychic talent, but it is very limited in scope."


Onyx (AC: 21/25*[T: 16/20 FF: 17/21 | HP: 32/53(THP-)(0NL) | F+6, R+9, W+7) Init: +4; Perception +12 | CMB: +6; CMD: 22 | SP 7/11 SP 6/11 | Defense: Blindsense 60* Darkvision 60/ Resistance:Electricity/Sonic. [10]

Onyx walks into the command post and has a good look around.
Seeing an officer she walks over and hands over a letter, looks about sees a seat and sits, there is no solute just a slight huff as she sits.

From her belt pouch she takes out a smoke stick, lights it and takes a long pull before letting the smoke drift up into the rafters of the bunker.

The Letter says:

Punishment for striking and a fellow officer, sent to the front.

She grins, and unkind grin and says.

"Guess what Incendia? am Ynja's replacement, Ya me!! and just when I thought I had it good. Seems she did not have the spine for killing, had a bit of a turn at HQ. Bad form that, mind you she always seem spineless that one. So here a am again, back like a bad old rash. How you going to try and kill me this time?"

She takes another puff and lets it out slow, looking at the commander.

It would seem they know it other and not in a good way.


HP 43/56; SP 14/20 Incanter 6 // Mageknight (Doomblade, Kinetic Scourge) 6

"Someone to mend the bones and flesh is always appreciated. Especially if the tales of battle I was told were accurate."


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

Incendia nearly burns the letter when she reads it. For a moment involuntary, pants-crapping terror envelops everyone in the tent, but Incendia regains her composure and the comparatively cheerful rain outside resumes.

You can tell she's contemplating responses like "slowly" and "with a Thumper", but she is interrupted by another letter.

Orders.

Rest up. Tomorrow we liberate Fort Highwater. She commands.


Onyx (AC: 21/25*[T: 16/20 FF: 17/21 | HP: 32/53(THP-)(0NL) | F+6, R+9, W+7) Init: +4; Perception +12 | CMB: +6; CMD: 22 | SP 7/11 SP 6/11 | Defense: Blindsense 60* Darkvision 60/ Resistance:Electricity/Sonic. [10]

Smiles to herself as she see's the commander upset, gets up and walks off to where the others are. She stops and spys a bunk, going over to it she sits herself down on it, leans back and looks up at the roof, while smoking.


**INACTIVE(Adapt)***Ophiduan Male Adult Monk (Unchained, Zen Archer)/Incanter/Gestalt 6 - HP: 71/71, AC:21/T:20/FF:17, F:+8/R:+10/W:+8, Init:+3, Perc:+10, CMB:+6, CMD:26, Speed:50/80', Ki:8/8, SP:11/11, Ammo:60/60
Skills:
Acrobatics:+10/+18 to Jump, Climb:+5, Escape Artist:+10, Fly:+3, Heal:+5, Kn.(Arcana):+6, Ride:+3, Sense Motive:+5, Spellcraft:+6, Stealth:+10, Survival:+5, Swim:+5

Davor looks at Craven, "We always volunteer once we hear there is a battle or a disaster in which people will most certainly get injured."

Davor looks at Incendia, "Do I need to sign anything or whatever you military people do?" Davor then bows to the commander.


HP 43/56; SP 14/20 Incanter 6 // Mageknight (Doomblade, Kinetic Scourge) 6

The adept finds a place to sit, and sits down cross-legged... and presumably sleeps, though one would be hard-pressed to tell what is going on behind the mask.


Yaksha master of forms 6//rakshasa paragon 6 | HP: 24/53 | AC/T/FF: 22/18/19 | F/R/W: +7/+8/+6 | Init: +1; Perception +11 | CMB: +9; CMD: 27 | Defense: Evasion, DR 2/-
Resources:
Focus: 0/4 | Pool of Predation: 3/9 per day | Sorcerer Lvl 1 - 4/6 per day | Deep Focus: 0/1 per day | Thunder Spear: 0/1 per day | Active Stance: Lightning
Status Effects:
Hungerborn: +1 to attacks, skill check, ability checks, and CL checks for 1 hour. | IH: Fast Heal 1 (3 rds) | GL: +20 ft. speed (5 rds) [ooc]| EP: Large Size (17 rds)

Craven nods to Adept & Davor, though he doesn't seem entirely satisfied with their responses. "Well, happy to have you."

He then traces a path along the length of the barracks, testing each open mattress, examining their pillows and fittings as well, before setting his stuff on whichever one he liked best. Walking over to Onyx's bunk before retiring to his own, his voice fits the disguist again as he asks her, "You seem popular. Might I petition you for one of t'ose vice sticks? Smells nice."


Onyx (AC: 21/25*[T: 16/20 FF: 17/21 | HP: 32/53(THP-)(0NL) | F+6, R+9, W+7) Init: +4; Perception +12 | CMB: +6; CMD: 22 | SP 7/11 SP 6/11 | Defense: Blindsense 60* Darkvision 60/ Resistance:Electricity/Sonic. [10]

Note I have changed Onyx's race to Android to fit in with my idea of what the Commander dos not like here and why she is bound to this fight. As an Android she has a big chip on her shoulders.

Onyx is holding her hand up as Craven comes over, on it you can see fine lattice like tattoo lighting up and moving.

DC15 Local-Planes-Eng:

She's an Android and the tattoo is a from of circuity into which her magic is woven. You know this some of the bad feeling over the two citys is to do with technology and its use.

She stops, takes out one offers him it.

"O there good alright, took em from the Generals stash, help yourself"


**INACTIVE(Adapt)***Ophiduan Male Adult Monk (Unchained, Zen Archer)/Incanter/Gestalt 6 - HP: 71/71, AC:21/T:20/FF:17, F:+8/R:+10/W:+8, Init:+3, Perc:+10, CMB:+6, CMD:26, Speed:50/80', Ki:8/8, SP:11/11, Ammo:60/60
Skills:
Acrobatics:+10/+18 to Jump, Climb:+5, Escape Artist:+10, Fly:+3, Heal:+5, Kn.(Arcana):+6, Ride:+3, Sense Motive:+5, Spellcraft:+6, Stealth:+10, Survival:+5, Swim:+5

Davor looks at the commander and waits patiently for a response.


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

The commander recognizes her entry, but waves her suggestion off. We require no additional paperwork. I have plenty here. The fact that you are here is proof enough that you were sent.


Dreig(Giant) Celeste | HP 73/33 | AC 27 T 24 FF 19 | CMB +15 CMD 32 | Fort +11 Ref + 18 Will +13| Init +7 | Rage 8/14 | Ki Pool: 9/9 | Perception +17 | Evasion | Spd 50ft | NA | Drkvsn 60ft | +2 saves vs spells/psionics/complsn/mind | Stance: Battle Dragon | Focus: Y | Buff: mistsight 5/rds

"Oi!! Some of are trying ta sleep you know!!!" Celeste screams out from underneath a blanket that barely covered her naked and muscular frame.


Male Dwarf Gestalt Soulknife (Nimble, Gifted) & Vitalist 6 | PP: 34/58 | HP: 61/76 THP:0 NLD: 5| AC: 20; T:13; FF:17 | Fort: +10; Ref: +9; Will: +10

"Rest up. Or don't. Might be your last night. Enjoy it how you like."

Daimargh doesn't seem particularly concerned with much, though he does make his way towards Davor to discuss a combined strategy for the following day.


Stats:
HP [89/90] | AC 19, T 10, FF 19, CMD 19, DR 4/- | Fort +9, Ref +2, Will +7 | Low-Light Vision, Perception +7 | Bloodrage [17/17] |
Astral Suit Modifications:
Fortification 25%, Hardy, Stalwart, Flexible Suit, Improved Armor, Quickened Attacks, Psionic Attack, Psionic Damage, Augmented Weapon
Aegis 6/Bloodrager 6

As there were no orders for the moment, and looked to be quiet until the next day, Bustik pulled out his maintenance kit and started cleaning his axe. "Who all is new to this squad?" he asked the others.


Onyx (AC: 21/25*[T: 16/20 FF: 17/21 | HP: 32/53(THP-)(0NL) | F+6, R+9, W+7) Init: +4; Perception +12 | CMB: +6; CMD: 22 | SP 7/11 SP 6/11 | Defense: Blindsense 60* Darkvision 60/ Resistance:Electricity/Sonic. [10]

"I am not new, see I was with this Squad, when Mirx and Joll where in it, all dead now. In fact I think I'm one of the few survivors"

She sits up, still smoking.

"Did they not tell you at HQ, this here, O this is the detachment with the single highest Death rate of any in the army. That's right. Yep, fill of the mad, bad, drags of the army, the foolish, the criminal"

She waves a hand the points to herself while mouthing the word Murderer then carries on

"you know types like us, no other unit wants. All under her evil ladyship there, who follows orders to the letter and sends us out to wonderful meat grinder they call a war. O we lucky few, we band of morons"

She smiles and taps ash off her smoke stick.

"Look I been right here before, did my three missions with queen ^&£ there and out the lot of us, Only me and one other made it from the our original group. See Modem healing can do amazing things they say, bring you back from the dead even, but poor grunts like us. They ant going to wast that kind of magic on us, nope Nobles like her ladyship get that. We, we get to become mud in the trenches. So sing them songs to you gods and beg the ancestors greet you kindly cus you is well and truly FUBARD team"

She stamps out her smoke and lays back placing her hands behind her head.


**INACTIVE(Adapt)***Ophiduan Male Adult Monk (Unchained, Zen Archer)/Incanter/Gestalt 6 - HP: 71/71, AC:21/T:20/FF:17, F:+8/R:+10/W:+8, Init:+3, Perc:+10, CMB:+6, CMD:26, Speed:50/80', Ki:8/8, SP:11/11, Ammo:60/60
Skills:
Acrobatics:+10/+18 to Jump, Climb:+5, Escape Artist:+10, Fly:+3, Heal:+5, Kn.(Arcana):+6, Ride:+3, Sense Motive:+5, Spellcraft:+6, Stealth:+10, Survival:+5, Swim:+5

Davor first bows to the commander, "Thank you Commander and sorry Miss, I'll quiet down." He then bows in Angels direction. Then he bows to Daimargh, "Well met again my meta arts friend, my name is Davor. I can feel our joining of the minds, what else is it for?"


Male Dwarf Gestalt Soulknife (Nimble, Gifted) & Vitalist 6 | PP: 34/58 | HP: 61/76 THP:0 NLD: 5| AC: 20; T:13; FF:17 | Fort: +10; Ref: +9; Will: +10

"Had the highest death-rate YESTERDAY, it did, aye. We'll see about tomorrow." Daimargh yells from where he sits talking to Davor.

"Hell of a lot easier to keep you all from dyin' in the first place, in my experience!"

Turning back to Davor, Daimargh replies through a gruff smirk, "Vitality. Give it to one of us, and I can move it to another. Hell of a lot easier than running around trying to lay a hand on a whirling dervish, it is."


**INACTIVE(Adapt)***Ophiduan Male Adult Monk (Unchained, Zen Archer)/Incanter/Gestalt 6 - HP: 71/71, AC:21/T:20/FF:17, F:+8/R:+10/W:+8, Init:+3, Perc:+10, CMB:+6, CMD:26, Speed:50/80', Ki:8/8, SP:11/11, Ammo:60/60
Skills:
Acrobatics:+10/+18 to Jump, Climb:+5, Escape Artist:+10, Fly:+3, Heal:+5, Kn.(Arcana):+6, Ride:+3, Sense Motive:+5, Spellcraft:+6, Stealth:+10, Survival:+5, Swim:+5

Davor humbly nods with Daimargh's comment, "Yes, Daimargh and I will feverishly heal everyone."

...

"Very nice! I have a healing range as well. Perhaps we can strategically set ourselves up to heal everyone when they need it? And I can both heal and shoot or heal twice within a few beats of the heart."


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

You may continue with your banter at your leisure.

You are prodded awake the next morning by either your worst nightmare or by the gentle caress of Incendia's boot in your rump, which ever comes first. As you stumble back to the land of the conscious and start groping for coffee, Incendia (who never seems to sleep, you notice), begins the briefing.
Good morning. Today we assault Fort Highwater. It's the tallest thing around for miles thanks to the hillock it's built on which makes it a vital link in the enemy's ability to supply their front lines by air.
She spreads a crudely drawn map of the fort across the table.
Unfortunately, there's next to no cover on the way up, making an assault futile, until now. The mages at R&D in Et Teleb have succeeded in building a massive golem they're calling a "Stone Colossus", and we're hitching a ride. They say it'll be nearly unstoppable, but the enemy has had plenty of time to fortify that position, so don't count on it. Basically it's a fort on some kind of wheel system. Anyway, expect Thumpers, Mages, grunts, even a few nasty surprises.
We will be riding in the Colossus's ramparts. When it breaches Fort Highwater's walls you will disembark and proceed to the Chapel of St. Nicholas, here.
She points with a black wand that temporarily changes the color of the paper a sickly purple.
The best part? We're the main attraction. We'll be attacking from the east, straight into the firing lines of at least seven separate positions. Thankfully, we won't be alone. There's are two of these things, plus a coordinated attack from the 55th and 104th from the opposite side and a barrage from the newly advanced 502nd artillery. A thing that's available due to our recent retaking of our forward lines, might I add. She directs a pointed stare at Onyx.
We attack in an hour. Gear up.


Onyx (AC: 21/25*[T: 16/20 FF: 17/21 | HP: 32/53(THP-)(0NL) | F+6, R+9, W+7) Init: +4; Perception +12 | CMB: +6; CMD: 22 | SP 7/11 SP 6/11 | Defense: Blindsense 60* Darkvision 60/ Resistance:Electricity/Sonic. [10]

She is laying on her bunk eyes open as the commander comes over, she need not sleep just put herself in rest mode. Her bed was kicked and she took her time getting up. Lighting a Cigar she goes to join the others. Then the mission, brief and only reacting when the Commander looks at her with a smile as if to say

And F** you to

She had been with the group defending the trances when they where lost, she had give then order to retreat when only two of them where left, the others being missing both legs.

Well now it was payback time, she knew about Fort Death, it had been a endless blood bath from the 1st weeks of the war. They where being sent into that, "^"&*!.


Yaksha master of forms 6//rakshasa paragon 6 | HP: 24/53 | AC/T/FF: 22/18/19 | F/R/W: +7/+8/+6 | Init: +1; Perception +11 | CMB: +9; CMD: 27 | Defense: Evasion, DR 2/-
Resources:
Focus: 0/4 | Pool of Predation: 3/9 per day | Sorcerer Lvl 1 - 4/6 per day | Deep Focus: 0/1 per day | Thunder Spear: 0/1 per day | Active Stance: Lightning
Status Effects:
Hungerborn: +1 to attacks, skill check, ability checks, and CL checks for 1 hour. | IH: Fast Heal 1 (3 rds) | GL: +20 ft. speed (5 rds) [ooc]| EP: Large Size (17 rds)

Craven accepted the smoke stick graciously, bothering Onyx again only for the means to light it. He then went to lay in his bunk, letting the aromas of the stick and the emotions wafting around the room to mix leisurely in his nostrils. He interjected only to answer Bustik's question before drifting off to sleep. "Celeste and meself were in the trenches today. Don't see anyone else from t'ere here."

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Healed 6 hp, resetting daily uses.
"Proceed to the Chapel of St. Nicholas, and... take it, and hold it 'til t'e enemy's all done bleeding? Is t'at right?" Craven asks. This battle sounds kind of... boring... I do hope it's not boring, he muses.


HP 43/56; SP 14/20 Incanter 6 // Mageknight (Doomblade, Kinetic Scourge) 6

The Adept wakes. Wearing only very light armor comprised of mithral coins sewn in layers to dark leather, the Adept draws a heavy mithral shield as he clenches his fist. When he clenches his fist, shards of crystals coat his fist and arm, the spiked growth expanding to cover part of his armor.

He stands silently, listening to the commander and looking to the survivors of the last battle for cues.


**INACTIVE(Adapt)***Ophiduan Male Adult Monk (Unchained, Zen Archer)/Incanter/Gestalt 6 - HP: 71/71, AC:21/T:20/FF:17, F:+8/R:+10/W:+8, Init:+3, Perc:+10, CMB:+6, CMD:26, Speed:50/80', Ki:8/8, SP:11/11, Ammo:60/60
Skills:
Acrobatics:+10/+18 to Jump, Climb:+5, Escape Artist:+10, Fly:+3, Heal:+5, Kn.(Arcana):+6, Ride:+3, Sense Motive:+5, Spellcraft:+6, Stealth:+10, Survival:+5, Swim:+5

Davor awakes as well, stands up and stretches, bows to everyone, "Ok, I am ready to go when everyone else is ready."


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

We take it and hold it, Craven. Every battle group has a different target within the city. That church is ours. Any questions?


Onyx (AC: 21/25*[T: 16/20 FF: 17/21 | HP: 32/53(THP-)(0NL) | F+6, R+9, W+7) Init: +4; Perception +12 | CMB: +6; CMD: 22 | SP 7/11 SP 6/11 | Defense: Blindsense 60* Darkvision 60/ Resistance:Electricity/Sonic. [10]

She knew better than to ask but she dis anyway.

"What do they think is in the church, they would not be sending us in there unless they thught it was bad"

She was still sounding anguy she could hear it on her voice. But she was, this was another death trap mission dumped on the iragulers.


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

Incendia shrugs. If anyone knows they aren't telling me. All I know is that it's heavily guarded and our scryers can't get in.


Stats:
HP [89/90] | AC 19, T 10, FF 19, CMD 19, DR 4/- | Fort +9, Ref +2, Will +7 | Low-Light Vision, Perception +7 | Bloodrage [17/17] |
Astral Suit Modifications:
Fortification 25%, Hardy, Stalwart, Flexible Suit, Improved Armor, Quickened Attacks, Psionic Attack, Psionic Damage, Augmented Weapon
Aegis 6/Bloodrager 6

Calmly standing up to his full 6'10 height, Bustik walked over to the briefing table. As the commander finished her speech, he asked, "What are the rules kf engagement for this battle? Are we to keep collateral damage to a minimum? What about enemy combatants who surrender? Are we to recieve new orders upon taking the chapel, or merely hold it until told otherwise?"


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

Rules of engagement are "kill anything in front of you". There are no sympathizers in there.
Collateral damage is not a thing in this engagement. The fort is easily rebuilt, or so I'm told. Still, I'm also told the engineers made quite the sour face when that order came down, so if you want to make their lives easier, by all means, don't completely destroy the place. The only exception to this rule is the church. That church is not to be seriously damaged.
If anyone surrenders, knock them out and leave them for a regular unit to collect. The Irregulars don't take prisoners unless ordered to do so.
Upon taking the church we are to hold and await further orders. It's likely another force will need our help by then.
Anything else?


HP 43/56; SP 14/20 Incanter 6 // Mageknight (Doomblade, Kinetic Scourge) 6

"I have none."


Male Dwarf Gestalt Soulknife (Nimble, Gifted) & Vitalist 6 | PP: 34/58 | HP: 61/76 THP:0 NLD: 5| AC: 20; T:13; FF:17 | Fort: +10; Ref: +9; Will: +10

"Eh, I've heard enough. Let's get to it then."


Dreig(Giant) Celeste | HP 73/33 | AC 27 T 24 FF 19 | CMB +15 CMD 32 | Fort +11 Ref + 18 Will +13| Init +7 | Rage 8/14 | Ki Pool: 9/9 | Perception +17 | Evasion | Spd 50ft | NA | Drkvsn 60ft | +2 saves vs spells/psionics/complsn/mind | Stance: Battle Dragon | Focus: Y | Buff: mistsight 5/rds

"How long we have to hold this chapel" Celeste says as she flexes and stretches out her well endowed frame.


Yaksha master of forms 6//rakshasa paragon 6 | HP: 24/53 | AC/T/FF: 22/18/19 | F/R/W: +7/+8/+6 | Init: +1; Perception +11 | CMB: +9; CMD: 27 | Defense: Evasion, DR 2/-
Resources:
Focus: 0/4 | Pool of Predation: 3/9 per day | Sorcerer Lvl 1 - 4/6 per day | Deep Focus: 0/1 per day | Thunder Spear: 0/1 per day | Active Stance: Lightning
Status Effects:
Hungerborn: +1 to attacks, skill check, ability checks, and CL checks for 1 hour. | IH: Fast Heal 1 (3 rds) | GL: +20 ft. speed (5 rds) [ooc]| EP: Large Size (17 rds)

"Not'ing else, nope." Craven considers the plan going forward. Sounds like a poor opportunity for subterfuge. Well, let's try terrifying, then. His body cracks and contorts all at once as he shifts into his second natural form - an imposing, anthropomorphic tiger with reversed hands.


Onyx (AC: 21/25*[T: 16/20 FF: 17/21 | HP: 32/53(THP-)(0NL) | F+6, R+9, W+7) Init: +4; Perception +12 | CMB: +6; CMD: 22 | SP 7/11 SP 6/11 | Defense: Blindsense 60* Darkvision 60/ Resistance:Electricity/Sonic. [10]

She looks at the others,

"Save your powers until we get there and mounted you morons"

she says walking out the Command Bunker.


**INACTIVE(Adapt)***Ophiduan Male Adult Monk (Unchained, Zen Archer)/Incanter/Gestalt 6 - HP: 71/71, AC:21/T:20/FF:17, F:+8/R:+10/W:+8, Init:+3, Perc:+10, CMB:+6, CMD:26, Speed:50/80', Ki:8/8, SP:11/11, Ammo:60/60
Skills:
Acrobatics:+10/+18 to Jump, Climb:+5, Escape Artist:+10, Fly:+3, Heal:+5, Kn.(Arcana):+6, Ride:+3, Sense Motive:+5, Spellcraft:+6, Stealth:+10, Survival:+5, Swim:+5

Davor nods and neck bows his head to Incendia. He then waits for everyone to leave the HQ/Barracks for a healer follows his potential patients.


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

Sorry for the delay. Here we go!
We hold it until we are told otherwise. Now, it's time. Let's move out.

By "Let's" she really meant "youall". She gives you basic directions and lets you go from there as she floats off to check on... something.
The trip takes over an hour, but when you know where you're going well before you arrive. Two monsterous golems come into view towering over the trenches. They are almost literally castles on wheeled contraptions.
You find that yours is the far one and, as you are walking by the first, you are suddenly hit with the feeling of being significantly less magical. As you depart it, the magic comes back. They have anti-magic fields around them!
Your colossus has several ropes hanging from the ramparts. You climb aboard along with several shock troops and a mage in the clothes of the Royal Enginseers.
Hello! Glad you could make it! she says in a voice that completely betrays her lie. She would clearly love it if you hadn't shown and the attack been cancelled.

Minutes later, when you have found your places and tried to get used to the fact that your magic doesn't work, the signal is given and the Colossi advance toward the barren field that leads up to Fort Highwater.

If anyone asks if Any magic works...:
Why yes! That's why I'm here. Force type spells and anything that modifies stone or earth works normally here, just not anything else! The enginseer responds with a spark of enthusiasm.


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

Note: While behind the ramparts of the colossus you have cover from any attacks.


Yaksha master of forms 6//rakshasa paragon 6 | HP: 24/53 | AC/T/FF: 22/18/19 | F/R/W: +7/+8/+6 | Init: +1; Perception +11 | CMB: +9; CMD: 27 | Defense: Evasion, DR 2/-
Resources:
Focus: 0/4 | Pool of Predation: 3/9 per day | Sorcerer Lvl 1 - 4/6 per day | Deep Focus: 0/1 per day | Thunder Spear: 0/1 per day | Active Stance: Lightning
Status Effects:
Hungerborn: +1 to attacks, skill check, ability checks, and CL checks for 1 hour. | IH: Fast Heal 1 (3 rds) | GL: +20 ft. speed (5 rds) [ooc]| EP: Large Size (17 rds)

"Worse than I ever could have imagined." Craven remarks to no one in particular. He retrieves his crossbow, parks himself behind the rampart, and levels the weapon at the horizon past Fort Highwater until something worth shooting caught his eye.


Onyx (AC: 21/25*[T: 16/20 FF: 17/21 | HP: 32/53(THP-)(0NL) | F+6, R+9, W+7) Init: +4; Perception +12 | CMB: +6; CMD: 22 | SP 7/11 SP 6/11 | Defense: Blindsense 60* Darkvision 60/ Resistance:Electricity/Sonic. [10]

Looks at the mages with a half grin.

"We should have meet before they sent you own here to the Forlorn-Hope. Could have got close, now your just mean for the grinder sweety like the rest of us."

She then go's and finds a spot to sit down, well under cover. She takes out a smoke and bides her time till the off.

"find a place to hide, Keep you heads down IF we'er lucky this thing will get knocked out before we get there and we can just head on back to mummy"

she says closing her eyes and looking as if she had gone to sleep.


**INACTIVE(Adapt)***Ophiduan Male Adult Monk (Unchained, Zen Archer)/Incanter/Gestalt 6 - HP: 71/71, AC:21/T:20/FF:17, F:+8/R:+10/W:+8, Init:+3, Perc:+10, CMB:+6, CMD:26, Speed:50/80', Ki:8/8, SP:11/11, Ammo:60/60
Skills:
Acrobatics:+10/+18 to Jump, Climb:+5, Escape Artist:+10, Fly:+3, Heal:+5, Kn.(Arcana):+6, Ride:+3, Sense Motive:+5, Spellcraft:+6, Stealth:+10, Survival:+5, Swim:+5

Before boarding, Davor looks to Daimargh, "What do you think my friend, should we split up or stick together? Strategically, I think we should split between golems but physically we don't have to since we will be close enough for everyone to still be part of your collective?" Davor turns to ask the Commander or Royal Engineers, "Is one Golem going to lead the charge or are they going to attack at the same time? In addition, out of curiosity, what magic was used to create these Golems, linear (normal) or Spherical magic?"

Davor neck bows


The Man. The Myth. The Mask!

One of the Enginseers for the other golem, a thin, severe looking man, responds, We attack simultaneously. As to the magic used, that's classified.


**INACTIVE(Adapt)***Ophiduan Male Adult Monk (Unchained, Zen Archer)/Incanter/Gestalt 6 - HP: 71/71, AC:21/T:20/FF:17, F:+8/R:+10/W:+8, Init:+3, Perc:+10, CMB:+6, CMD:26, Speed:50/80', Ki:8/8, SP:11/11, Ammo:60/60
Skills:
Acrobatics:+10/+18 to Jump, Climb:+5, Escape Artist:+10, Fly:+3, Heal:+5, Kn.(Arcana):+6, Ride:+3, Sense Motive:+5, Spellcraft:+6, Stealth:+10, Survival:+5, Swim:+5

Davor bows, "Thank you most humbly for your responses and I respect your privacy." He turns to Daimargh, "With that answer Daimargh, I believe we should strategically split for we never place our chickens in the same chicken coup when the wolf is about. And I will board the left golem."

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