The Avalon Chronicles

Game Master lynora

This is a high level rules light game set in a school for magical kids, kinda a mash-up of Soul Eater, Harry Potter, and X-Men. :)


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Male Half-Elf

Whether he's just really tired and the injuries are taking their toll or he doesn't want to, Michael isn't meeting anyone's eyes.


Image (doesn't have wings)

Kitty freezes for a moment when Professor Relkav addresses her by name. Professor Sunwake was the only teacher who'd ever remembered her name even part of the time before. Maybe there was some hope that her power was stabilizing all on its own...None of which was really important right now when they needed to get medical attention for Michael.


Kitty Tanaka wrote:
"Ryuzo, how far away are those healers?"

"It's possible that not all the hallways are clear. Some may have even collapsed from that shaking earlier." Alton says as he traces symbols on Vakkler and Michael(who cringes), slowing their bleeding and making their wounds heal just a little. "It's not much, but at least it'll help."


Male Human (Mole Zoanthrope) 16 Monk/Ninja
Kitty Tanaka wrote:

As the group rounds a corner and can see Michael and Professor Relkav ahead, Kitty sprints ahead.

"Michael! Oh no, it's worse than I was afraid of...Here, let me help," she said, carefully putting his arm over her shoulder and letting him lean his weight on her. She's a lot stronger than she looks like she should be.

"Ryuzo, how far away are those healers?"

He closes his eyes for a second.

"They've just been notified. Theres alot going on, hopefully they'll be here soon." Look at Michaels wounds and Vakklers, and how they're acting.
Perception: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (20) + 25 = 45
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (20) + 25 = 45


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Image Male Human (Paragon) Gestalt Monk 14 / Fighter (Unarmed) 7 / Elemental Fist 5 / Enlightened Scholar 2 / [CLASSIFIED] 6 (^-^); Champion of Courage

There is some kind of commotion coming from down the hall. A devil of some description lunges forward from the right side of an intersection, and then just as suddenly seems to be literally catapulted back into the wall. The gurgled rasping and the audible breaking of most of its bones tells the students and teacher that it has been rendered...dead.

A blood-soaked human figure skids to a halt in the intersection, looking around down every corridor. He looks down at the group and begins to advance as a winged demon comes from behind him and tries to bite his arm off.

The figure yells out in surprise, then grabs the fiend's head and brings it down over his shoulder and straight into his rising knee. The physics of the blow do not seem to add up, as the demon's head explodes like an overripe melon from the impact.

Shoving the still twitching body off of his shoulder, the figure rises and trots over to where the others are circled up around Michael and Professor Relkav. Ryuzo and Jeran would recognize Fei under all of the blood and gore.

"Do you need...." he starts to ask, then stops when he sees the two injured on the ground. He kneels down and touches each one, and his hands light up very briefly with a silver-white fire. It does not harm either of them, but in fact heals at least some of their wounds...

75 hit points a piece. Hopefully that will get them mobile again (^.^)

"Does anybody else require healing?" he asks quietly, his calm voice a jarring contrast to the hellish way he looks right now...though he does not appear to have any injuries of his own at the moment...


Male Human (Mole Zoanthrope) 16 Monk/Ninja

"Holy cow Fei..." Prestidigitates his Gi clean.


Wow, two 20's. What are you trying to figure out, Ryuzo?


Male Kobold (Adult Black dragon) Gestalt Sorceror/Oracle Necromancer; Champion of Death
Ephebe wrote:

Ephebe races down the corridor to the room the noise was coming from. When she got there she found it was occupied by a large masses of writhing tentacles.

"It looks to me like it's from a different region than hell," she said, forming her two chakram made of white flame and started throwing. Except that the blades basically just bounced off the thing.

"Not good."

Assuming Krays can see it...

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (5) + 26 = 31


Male Human (Mole Zoanthrope) 16 Monk/Ninja
Agarthian Storyteller wrote:
Wow, two 20's. What are you trying to figure out, Ryuzo?

The truth :P Hard to spin something if you don;t know what you're spinning...it's part of him to question appearances now.


Male Half-Elf
Fei, of the Sun Soul wrote:
"Do you need...." he starts to ask, then stops when he sees the two injured on the ground. He kneels down and touches each one, and his hands light up very briefly with a silver-white fire. It does not harm either of them, but in fact heals at least some of their wounds

Michael groans a bit as he stands on his own, but he doesn't need help moving anymore.

"Thanks." He says softly.

Ryuzo and Vakkler:
Vakkler can add anything he wants to this.

The wounds that Ryuzo can see are recent and don't look like they can from anything from the Lower Planes of existence. Vakkler's missing part of one horn and their is a gash neer Michael's left eye that looks bruised and like it's been burned shut, though the recent heealing makes those details less noticeable.


Image Male Human (Paragon) Gestalt Monk 14 / Fighter (Unarmed) 7 / Elemental Fist 5 / Enlightened Scholar 2 / [CLASSIFIED] 6 (^-^); Champion of Courage
Ryuzo Kato wrote:
"Holy cow Fei..." Prestidigitates his Gi clean.

"Thank you. And I apologize for my appearance - I have not had any safe opportunity to find a washroom yet," he replies by way of apology, bowing briefly.

Healing check to notice the wound patterns before healing: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (20) + 32 = 52

Wow. This be the hour of 20s here :D


Male Human (Mole Zoanthrope) 16 Monk/Ninja
Fei, of the Sun Soul wrote:
Ryuzo Kato wrote:
"Holy cow Fei..." Prestidigitates his Gi clean.

"Thank you. And I apologize for my appearance - I have not had any safe opportunity to find a washroom yet," he replies by way of apology, bowing briefly.

"Well, you looked like this..."

He doesn't change into Fei, but mimics the gore splashed accross his own gi...then lets it fade out.


Male Kobold Expert 6/Slayer 8

Ryuzo:
Vakkler's wounds actually seem a few weeks old, indicating magical healing.

Vakkler does not allow Fei or Ryuzo to heal him. "I'm find," the kobold mutters. "The oozes and...fiends are worse off. Where did the fiends come from?"


Fei, of the Sun Soul wrote:

Healing check to notice the wound patterns before healing: 1d20+32

Wow. This be the hour of 20s here :D

Fei, you can look under the last spoiler. I'd like to see if Vakkler wants to spoiler anything before you two act on what you know though. EDIT: Ninja'd!


Agarthian Storyteller wrote:
Fei, of the Sun Soul wrote:

Healing check to notice the wound patterns before healing: 1d20+32

Wow. This be the hour of 20s here :D

Fei, you can look under the last spoiler. I'd like to see if Vakkler wants to spoiler anything before you two act on what you know though.

With all the immediate threats still about, I don't see him saying much - that and I'm about to get on the road now anyway. I'll throw something in real quick and then catch up tomorrow morning :)


Image Male Human (Paragon) Gestalt Monk 14 / Fighter (Unarmed) 7 / Elemental Fist 5 / Enlightened Scholar 2 / [CLASSIFIED] 6 (^-^); Champion of Courage

"Those wounds did not appear to be from the fiends invading this place," Fei says, indicating both Michael and Professor Relkav as he looks around for more immediate threats. "That is...most unusual..."


Male Human (Mole Zoanthrope) 16 Monk/Ninja

Elbows Fei and gives him the 'not now, later' look.
"Must've been tough oozes sir! Should ask Mrs Sunwake to quit teaching them to use pointed sticks!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 35 ⇒ (8) + 35 = 43

Spoiler:
He knows somethings up for sure, but he's being intentionaly obtuse


Male Kobold Expert 6/Slayer 8

Vakkler glares. "Friendly fire was a problem, yes."

Sense Motive 20:
1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20
He's definitely being evasive about something.


Male Human (Mole Zoanthrope) 16 Monk/Ninja

"Well, that particular battle is over, right? You both are ok, so lets move on. Lets at least get Michael to the infirmary."
His clones re-appear to help Micheal walk...
"You shoulda been bobbin' and weavin' buddy.." he says to Michael.


Krays wrote:
Ephebe wrote:

Ephebe races down the corridor to the room the noise was coming from. When she got there she found it was occupied by a large masses of writhing tentacles.

"It looks to me like it's from a different region than hell," she said, forming her two chakram made of white flame and started throwing. Except that the blades basically just bounced off the thing.

"Not good."

Assuming Krays can see it...

Knowledge Planes: 1d20+26

It's a pseudonatural troll.


Male Half-Elf
Ryuzo Kato wrote:

"Well, that particular battle is over, right? You both are ok, so lets move on. Lets at least get Michael to the infirmary."

His clones re-appear to help Micheal walk...
"You shoulda been bobbin' and weavin' buddy.." he says to Michael.

"That... probably wouldn't help against an ooze."


Image (doesn't have wings)

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (19) + 23 = 42

She suspects that there is something that Michael and Vakkler are trying to hide, but she doesn't make an issue of it at all.

"Thank you, Fei," she said with a grateful smile.

"I'm so glad we finally found you," she said to Michael. "I was worried sick and apparently with good reason. But it's going to be okay now." The last sentence is said more firmly, with a great deal of determination behind it.


Male Half-Elf

Michael looks up at Kitty, a strange look on his face. Kitty can see that his left has only traces of blue in it now.

"How's Saffire?"


Image (doesn't have wings)
Michael Dacamara wrote:

Michael looks up at Kitty, a strange look on his face. Kitty can see that his left has only traces of blue in it now.

"How's Saffire?"

Saffire let out a small mournful meep from Kitty's shoulder.

"Not a big fan of all the running. I'll have to put some band-aids on all the claw marks from where he was hanging on later. But otherwise okay," she said, smiling."Lucky for both him and I that I've been spending so much time perfecting my running away skills." ^.^


Male Half-Elf

"You really should try and get him flying soon." Michael replies. "Then he could go with you on runs without you needing a shoulder pad."


Image (doesn't have wings)
Michael Dacamara wrote:
"You really should try and get him flying soon." Michael replies. "Then he could go with you on runs without you needing a shoulder pad."

Kitty's smile became more relaxed. Michael was sounding more like himself now.

"He keeps trying, but I don't think his wings are strong enough yet...or maybe it's because he keeps eating too much and making himself so heavy he can't get off the ground."


Male Half-Elf

"Too bad the pepper didn't make him sneeze." Michael says just as the healers arrive. The Head Nurse seems to take pleasure in healling Vakkler against his will.


Image (doesn't have wings)

Kitty waits semi-patiently for the healers to be done healing Michael before hugging him tightly.

"I've been wanting to do that since we found you, but I was afriad of making your wounds worse," she admitted sheepishly.


Male Half-Elf

"Oh... now I need broken ribs healed." Michael jokes as he hesitantly hugs her back. "So what's this I hear about demons?"


Image (doesn't have wings)
Michael Dacamara wrote:
"Oh... now I need broken ribs healed." Michael jokes as he hesitantly hugs her back. "So what's this I hear about demons?"

"I guess the summoner's club finally went too far because the school has been overrun by demons and devils. The teachers and the more combat oriented students have been working to eliminate them as fast as possible. There's been some casualties. It's all going to be a mess to sort through later. I don't know if the gate is still open or not. I hope not."


Male Kobold Expert 6/Slayer 8

The healers haven't yet got the chance to mend Vakkler's arm when the kobold is up and running. "New orders," he mutters, "gotta change them..."
He finds a tiny slurk outside. "Ah, Slarrow. We seem to have some fiends about. I want you to--"


*HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HO P-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-HOP-SCREEEEEEEEEEEEECH*
Fifty-odd slurks come to a halt as they round the bend and see their unamused master. They try to look innocent.
"When I asked you to...deal with my attacker, this is not what I meant."
*Ribbit*
"Bah. Anyway, new orders. Kill all fiends you see. Don't trample any more students. At least you can do some good here."
Slarrow croaks assertively and the slurks are off again.


Male Fiend (Unknown) Fighter/Monk 16


Kalesril unleashes his own strikes at the demoness. She cant take the punishing blows and buckles to nothing. Kalesril turns on the surrounding demons. He seems to give off a monsterous aura.

"Be gone."

The demons disappear from the hall, returning to their home plane. The aura disappears and he looks around.

"Well glad I still got that."

He lets his senses roam, two...no three left. That third one kept dodging, every time he thought he had it the thing escaped. No doubt it was the strongest, worst yet it was smart.

Attack:

Hit
1d20 + 33 ⇒ (17) + 33 = 50
1d20 + 28 ⇒ (2) + 28 = 30
1d20 + 23 ⇒ (6) + 23 = 29
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36
Dmg
2d8 + 19 ⇒ (7, 7) + 19 = 33
2d8 + 19 ⇒ (3, 8) + 19 = 30
2d8 + 19 ⇒ (5, 6) + 19 = 30
2d8 + 19 ⇒ (2, 7) + 19 = 28

Hit
1d20 + 33 ⇒ (13) + 33 = 46
1d20 + 28 ⇒ (14) + 28 = 42
1d20 + 23 ⇒ (9) + 23 = 32
Dmg
2d8 + 19 ⇒ (5, 3) + 19 = 27
2d8 + 19 ⇒ (1, 2) + 19 = 22
2d8 + 19 ⇒ (8, 8) + 19 = 35

Rend
1d10 + 25 ⇒ (2) + 25 = 27

Bleed
2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5



Male Fiend (Unknown) Fighter/Monk 16


A robed student was moving carefully thru the halls trying to avoid the fiends and make it to a shelter. Moving quickly a door suddenly opens and a hand grabs the young man pulling him in. To his surprise it appears to be another student. He whispers harshly to him.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack. Its not bad enough the place is crawling with fiends but you grab me out of nowhere."

The other student just smiles, his vice like grip bearly letting the young man move.

"Oh I am sure your going to be wishing you did have a heart attack."

His smile is wide, too wide as no human face could fit it not to mention the rows of razor sharp teeth. The dread came quick to the young man but not as quick as the bite.

CRUNCH...CRACK....CRUNCH....CRUNCH

A short time later the robed student that had been pulled in walked out again sucking his teeth.

"Well its so much better to have the form of someone who already belongs here, and their memories too. Don't you agree David?"

A ghostly copy of David floats thru the door. A look of pain and sadness on his face.

"Well do stay close and out of sight would you. We would feel so awful if we scared anyone."

He gives a deep rumbling laugh that did not belong to the body it came from. David made his way to the shelter, not a fiend coming near him.


Male Kobold Expert 6/Slayer 8

...not a fiend, but something else. Vakkler Relkav is on his way, securing shelters and killing any fiends that yet linger. He notices the student, and runs up. "Are you mad?" he snaps. "Wandering in these hallways alone? We're in the middle of an apocalypse, you know."


Male Fiend (Unknown) Fighter/Monk 16
Vakkler Relkav wrote:
...not a fiend, but something else. Vakkler Relkav is on his way, securing shelters and killing any fiends that yet linger. He notices the student, and runs up. "Are you mad?" he snaps. "Wandering in these hallways alone? We're in the middle of an apocalypse, you know."

I assume he means me.

David puts up his hands and nearly screams.

"Please dont kill me, my soul is no good I dont even go to church."

Before Vakkler can even react he side steps and makes a break for the shelter yelling.

"Help me a little demon is after me its pretending to be normal. I think I saw thru its illusion by mistake. Its missing a horn but its a demon I swear it."


Male Kobold Expert 6/Slayer 8
Kalesril wrote:
Vakkler Relkav wrote:
...not a fiend, but something else. Vakkler Relkav is on his way, securing shelters and killing any fiends that yet linger. He notices the student, and runs up. "Are you mad?" he snaps. "Wandering in these hallways alone? We're in the middle of an apocalypse, you know."

I assume he means me.

David puts up his hands and nearly screams.

"Please dont kill me, my soul is no good I dont even go to church."

Before Vakkler can even react he side steps and makes a break for the shelter yelling.

"Help me a little demon is after me its pretending to be normal. I think I saw thru its illusion by mistake. Its missing a horn but its a demon I swear it."

Vakkler rolls his eyes. "Moron."

He follows the disguised devil, keeping an eye out for fiends or gullible students determined to 'protect' David. "You'd think that at this place, of all schools, I wouldn't have to worry about panicky xenophobes.


Male Kobold (Adult Black dragon) Gestalt Sorceror/Oracle Necromancer; Champion of Death
narrator wrote:
Krays wrote:
Ephebe wrote:

Ephebe races down the corridor to the room the noise was coming from. When she got there she found it was occupied by a large masses of writhing tentacles.

"It looks to me like it's from a different region than hell," she said, forming her two chakram made of white flame and started throwing. Except that the blades basically just bounced off the thing.

"Not good."

Assuming Krays can see it...

Knowledge Planes: 1d20+26

It's a pseudonatural troll.

"It's a...troll! Kinda..."

He inhales...and spews acid...
10d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 5, 2, 5, 5, 4, 3, 5, 6) = 43 acid, reflex dc 22


Male Dhampir Champion of Darkness, Order of the Gunslinger initiate

"Well aren't you an ugly one." Asch says when they find the balor cornering a group of students. Barely being held off by a shield of force. "Amada get them to safety me and Enre can handle ugly here. Don't worry I'll be fine." He says with a wink and a kiss.


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Asch Redgrave wrote:
"Well aren't you an ugly one." Asch says when they find the balor cornering a group of students. Barely being held off by a shield of force. "Amada get them to safety me and Enre can handle ugly here. Don't worry I'll be fine." He says with a wink and a kiss.

"Less talking, more smiting!" she says through gritted teeth as she struggles to hold the forcefield over the others. She rarely had to hold it in place for so long.


Male Unknown 16 Invulnerable Rager/ 16 Hex Crafter Magus

Enre nods "Do not worry worse comes to worst the fiend lives longer than 30 seconds." He than growls and says in celestial to the Balor

Celestial:
"Look the mighty Balor attacking children. Makes you feel better about yourself does it? Come and fight a real challenge."
He grins to himself as he stands next to Asch waiting for the Balor to move.


Krays wrote:
narrator wrote:
Krays wrote:
Ephebe wrote:

Ephebe races down the corridor to the room the noise was coming from. When she got there she found it was occupied by a large masses of writhing tentacles.

"It looks to me like it's from a different region than hell," she said, forming her two chakram made of white flame and started throwing. Except that the blades basically just bounced off the thing.

"Not good."

Assuming Krays can see it...

Knowledge Planes: 1d20+26

It's a pseudonatural troll.

"It's a...troll! Kinda..."

He inhales...and spews acid...
10d6 acid, reflex dc 22

Reflex save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20


The troll winces away as the acid hits it in the face, but only takes a little damage.

In other words it has acid resistance.


Male Kobold (Adult Black dragon) Gestalt Sorceror/Oracle Necromancer; Champion of Death

"Fantastic..." he says when he notices how little damage it takes...
"Ok...good ol' standby time..."
Begins to chant in infernal
Summons 2d4 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6 greater shadows...


Amada nods her features tight with worry but trusting in Asch she holds the beginings of a teleportation spell.


Male Dhampir Champion of Darkness, Order of the Gunslinger initiate

"Some people are so demanding." Asch says with a shake of his head as he loads a shell into his Caster. "Ready?" Asch says as he casts a spell on himself increasing his speed and strength.

Perfect Acceleration +4 str Dex con and extra attack at highest bab or extra move action. I love words of power :)


Male Unknown 16 Invulnerable Rager/ 16 Hex Crafter Magus
Asch Redgrave wrote:

"Some people are so demanding." Asch says with a shake of his head as he loads a shell into his Caster. "Ready?" Asch says as he casts a spell on himself increasing his speed and strength.

Enre nods before saying "Want me to charge him or to weaken him?"


Male Half-Elf
Kitty Tanaka wrote:
"I guess the summoner's club finally went too far because the school has been overrun by demons and devils. The teachers and the more combat oriented students have been working to eliminate them as fast as possible. There's been some casualties. It's all going to be a mess to sort through later. I don't know if the gate is still open or not. I hope not."

"We... we should get to a safe spot then. I wouldn't be much help against things like that now. Do you know where the nearest one is?"


Image (doesn't have wings)
Michael Dacamara wrote:
Kitty Tanaka wrote:
"I guess the summoner's club finally went too far because the school has been overrun by demons and devils. The teachers and the more combat oriented students have been working to eliminate them as fast as possible. There's been some casualties. It's all going to be a mess to sort through later. I don't know if the gate is still open or not. I hope not."
"We... we should get to a safe spot then. I wouldn't be much help against things like that now. Do you know where the nearest one is?"

"Not really," she admitted. "I was so busy trying to find you I didn't really pay attention to where the shelters were. Maybe Alton knows?"


Krays wrote:

"Fantastic..." he says when he notices how little damage it takes...

"Ok...good ol' standby time..."
Begins to chant in infernal
Summons 2d4 greater shadows...

The creature's tentacles lash out blindly at the nearest creatures.

1d20 + 35 ⇒ (16) + 35 = 51
1d20 + 35 ⇒ (12) + 35 = 47
1d20 + 35 ⇒ (1) + 35 = 36
1d20 + 35 ⇒ (6) + 35 = 41
1d20 + 35 ⇒ (20) + 35 = 55

Confirmation of critical failure on the 1: 1d20 + 35 ⇒ (1) + 35 = 36

Errr....this could be a VERY short combat....confirmation roll for instant kill...on self. o.O 1d20 + 35 ⇒ (18) + 35 = 53

Okay, so it just misses very, very badly. The troll makes a critical hit on itself.
Damage against self:4d8 + 34 ⇒ (5, 6, 1, 3) + 34 = 49

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