G3 vs jolials immolate vs dc 20
g1 HP 10/30 although grappled, it will continue to slice at amorial with its short sword before the pinning takes effect from amorial.
g2 HP 30/30 will do nothing, arms of air by tesliin,
g3 HP 21/30 will run to H12 and attack jolial.
g4 HP 6/30 held by tesliin.
gs dead.
g1 attack amorial dmg if hit
g3 attacks Jolial dmg if hit
confirm crit vs jolial nope :(
A'mar holds his position, scanning the action, looking for signs of danger, ready to pounce. {ooc]ready action, attack any enemy that gets within range of hurting tesliin[/oo]
Marten, slashed to ribbons by the gray man, falls to the ground unconscious, bleeding on the marble floor.
Rhoekk, seeing treebrother in trouble, rushes up and assists in pinning the grayman
Tesliin floats the 2nd gray man to another one and ties off the weave.
The grayman about to be pinned renews his struggles to get amorial to let go, by slashing at him still.
the gray man that cut up marten will run and attack jolial.
amorial will pin his opponent, allowing the gray man to be tied up next round.
Jolial will immolate the grayman that is facing him, turning him to ash.
madness kicks in. effect: Panic rounds
the madness effect will kick in at the begining of round 5.
"Thank you friend Rhoekk this fiend must be stopped!
"He will be. Would you like me to dispatch him for you, or shall we tie him up?"
Tesliin, Orders? fight in the Toh ring against those or guard here?
"The two in the ring are currently contained, make sure everyone else is safe while I attend to Marten."
No! Joliar flinches back as the man's blade cuts into his side. Movement out of the corner of his eye spins him around. It seems like there are more of them, hiding amongst the crowd. His eyes widening in fear, Joliar steps away and weaves flows of Spirit in desperation. A thin slash of light appears and slowly rotates into an open hole hanging in the air.
"We bind him and see if we can get it to talk my friend", Amorial gasps as the blood continues to flow through his clothes. No doubt my fur will be matted from blood.
"As you wish, brother."
Rhoekk proceeds to bind the gray man tightly.
Tesliin draws forth weaves of air against a third target, sending them flying into the ceiling with a violent thrust.
Joliar's head swivels around before leaping through the portal. He stumbles a bit as the exit was slightly above ground level but catches himself quickly and releases his weave. The others can only watch as the hole winks out, taking their companion with it.
Joliar looked around waiting for an enemy to pop out at him, saidin flowing like a torrent through his veins. When none did, a few moments later he was able to finally quell the panic that had clenched his heart and his cool detachment slowly returned. Looking around he quickly realized that he had no idea where he was. None of the landmarks looked familiar for as far as he could see.
Settling himself down, he began to study this new area, learning every detail he could to better aid his eventual return to Cairhien.
Once the gray man secured by Amorial is bound, Rhoekk sits him up cross-legged, and rests a spear blade against his neck to dissuade any attempt to slip out of his bonds.
'All these injured wetlanders... I could help bind wounds, but I do not think I trust any of them to guard this prisoner.'
"Aes Sedai, we should bind those you have held. If you could bring them here by this one?" Rhoekk eyes the small woman cautiously, as though assessing a threat he did not previously see.
with your gaze averted, the gray man slides his neck across the sharpened spear blade.
damage x3.
"Damn it."
"Amorial Suth, I cannot stop the bleeding. Do you know the binding of wounds?"
the shrieks and callings fill the great hall as nobles cry for servants, or in pain, or both. Dead nobles and servants alike litter the floor, testimant to the carnage these gray men have committed. In a scene the belies class, a few noblemen lay entwined with their servants, proving that death is the greatest equalizer.
Servants rush to their masters, tearing off clothing to act as bandages, while others rush about, some calling for the healer, others for guards.
Lord Jareen stands tall, a bit pale faced from the sword wounds he's received. He commands nobles and servants alike, directing efforts to those most needed. any attempts to see him serviced end with a sharp rebuff go help those worse than me. Looking at him sideways, you can almost think he was a Commander at some point.
Guardsman begin to fill the room, along with a trio of Aielmen who were on patrol in the city. They ignore everyone else and approach Rhoekk, asking for information as to what happened and if he was ok.
A'mar stands guard by the floating gray men, stopping the guardsmen from killing the darkfriends by staring them down.
Tesliin begins working on Marten immediately, grabbing his head and channeling large amounts of spirit, air and water into him, slowly repairing the torn muscles, and forcing out the impurities inside him.
Amorial ears quiver at the rush of human excitement around him, the quickness of action. Unable to do help Rhoekk, Amorial just watches the gray man bleed to death after slicing his neck open with rhoekks sharp aiel spears.
Looking around, everyone seems to meet everyone else's eyes...except for one.
Where's Jolial?
Rhoekk acknowledges his fellow red-shields and then explains to them what happened. "The wetlanders were holding their tournament, and I was here by my clan leader's request, to teach rocks to fly and treekillers to understand honour. Some of the shadowrunners we have heard about, those who cannot be seen by the common eye, attacked, and several wetlanders were injured or killed. The lady there, is an Aes Sedai. Her man and the Alantin helped me to stop them. There were two others as well, him (pointing), and another, who used the power like the car'a'carn. The other disappeared through a hole in the air, such as the one the car'a'carn uses. Those two prisoners will need close watching. And be careful; I was unable to stop this one from killing himself."
Amorial turns to Rhoekk. "Thank you friend Rhoekk. Your quick thinking and decisive action has no doubt saved my life. Ask anything of me that you will and I shall be honored to do my best to comply".
Nodding to him but not waiting for a reply Amorial stoops down next to Tesliin Sedai whispering, [b] "This is a disaster. Joliar has vanished. Marten I hope you can save and my own injuries are quite severe as well. How did these creatures know who we were or do you think they were targeting us by chance?"
The area around you is hot. the heat from the ground almost blisters your feet. sweat pops out of your head and body, making your clothes cling to you. The air that you breathe in drys your mouth quickly. Glancing around, all you see is various shades of brown.
a little farther in the distance, a glitter of metal catches your eye. Curiosity overcomes the heat and you step towards the glittering thing wondering what is that?. you step with waryness, cautiosly looking at everything, expecting to be attacked.
a few heart pounding minutes later and you are standing next to the source of the glint. its a spear, thrust through a body. A trolloc body. Scanning around, you begin to see bodies everywhere, trollocs, Myrdraals, and Aielman and Maidens. a quick count puts the number of dead at 100, 20 Aiel and 80 followers of the Dark One.
looking past it all, you see the entrance to a cave. debris litters the ground, looking as if it has been a recent excavation. From where you stand, it looks like it extends in and then widens.
Rhoekk stands to one side, appearing to survey the scene, but not looking at any one place in particular. He scans the crowd and corners of the hall as well, keeping an eye out for any more grey men, or wetlander shadowrunners who might give themselves away.
Keeping a tight hold on saidin, Joliar moves slowly to the cave mouth. Peering in he waits for his eyes to adjust to the dim light before moving in.
The heat seems to drop perceptibly just being out of the sun as he begins to explore the cave.
walking into the cave you can easily see that the weave you just learned had been used extensively to create this cave. It looks like the one power was used to carve a path deep into the mountain. Slowly walking in you are able to see that the tunnel widens into a large chamber. the difference is this chamber appears as if its man-made. squared angles greet your eyesight, confirming that this is indeed an ancient ruin, and your first thought is to the Age of Legends, where cities where swallowed by oceans and moutains.
Taking a moment to create some light to better see, you wander about this room, studying it, planning to use this place as your point of reference to gate from. as you wander about, you see doorways, with and without doors, all blocked by debris behind them.
as you get into the center of the room, you see a strange square outline, a large layer of dust seems to have outlined something large.
looking around this dust line, you barely percieve a square outline, as if the floor stops and something else is fitted into the floor.
[ooc]in Cairhein
The aielmen who wandered in agreed that the prisoners must be guarded, and put up their spears to prevent these other gray men from using the blades as a means of suicide.
Lords and ladies alike. this evening has seen much excitement for the evening. As such, let us adjorn for the evening and we shall meet again in the future. I bid you good evening Lord Jareen finishes in a no-nonsense voice; you get the feeling that you have been dismissed.
YOU!he points at all of you. You stay. he turns and limps up to the front doors to wish his guests well.
Rhoekk stands still where he was. He was not leaving or moving anyway, so he watches from behind impassive eyes to see what the treekiller lord wants to say to these newcomers.
Lord Jareen walks away from you as you stand around, wondering, waiting. questions fill your minds of where those gray men after Me? someone else? while you look around the hall at all the servants cleaning up the blood, and a few of them standing around a 5-foot square that is warped, its engraved image twisted and swirled.
Marten, having regained consciousness from the vicious attacks, looks about, first seeing that Jolial is missing, and second, that Jolial fled using a gateway If only i could learn how to do that, i could have gone after him he curses himself, but his face shows no emotion. Tesliin slowly unravels her weaves and lowers the graymen down to the waiting arms of the Aiel. They quickly tie ropes around wrist and neck, ensuring a tight knot and leaving no chance of escape. Bidding farewells to Rhoekk, all three leave with prisoners in hand.
Amorial looks terrible, although bandaged, he still grunts and groans alot as his moves about. His bandages are red from blood loss. Tesliin clicks her mouth in anger and forces the Ogier to sit. She puts her hands on him and begins to channel, forcing his body to Heal.
Finally, after the guests have left, Lord Jareen walks up, ordering chairs to be brought forth. Sitting down, he grimaces, but motions you rest to sit.
i wanted to thank you for all your help just now. Those gray men where just slashing through the nobility here he pauses, glancing down at his bandaged wrapped abdomen and chuckles, grimacing in pain before continuing Rhoekk, i exspecially want to thank you for coming to my aide. that one had a wicked blade; i swear i felt i was loosing myself every time that blade hit me. Amorial, you were very brave, grappling that fiend by yourself. grimacing again, he wipes his head across his brow, drawing sweat away from it. are his cheeks getting whiter? you ponder as you wait for him to continue. groaning as he shifts his seat, he looks at A'mar. and you sir. you were able to defeat not one, but 4 gray men. Are you one of those Asha'man that i have heard rumored about these past couple days?
a loud groan escapes his lips and he doubles forward, retching up blood and mucus. A shout of pain is quickly gargled as more blood forcefully flies from his mouth, a tremor wracking him so hard he falls face first into his own vomit.
Joliar channels weaves of Air and Earth, flexing the walls of space while hoisting the solid block of stone up and out. A gaping black hole stands at his feet, his light shining down into it.
"Poison?" Rhoekk peals back his bandage for a moment to look at his own wound, made by the same blade that wounded Jareen.
"Lady Tesliin can you determine what is wrong with Lord Jareen?!"
"Of course." Tesliin bends over Lord Jareen and performs a delving to determine his ailment.
Tesliin sends the Weave of spirit into Lord Jareen, prodding the area of his wounds, attempting to learn the nature of his infliction. She can feel the exhaustion of having just healed Marten and Amorial, but forces on despite this.
Waking up, I was disoriented and very frustrated with how the fight turned out. If we were to face more of those things, I may have to start wearing some sort of armor, no matter how heavy or cumbersome it might be. I'm fairly quick, and decent with a sword, but with so many innocents in the area, I could not unleash much power.
Some Lord, who Amorial referred to as Lord Jareen, collapsed, just having asked A'Mar if he was an Asha'man. That must really have made A'Mar feel good about things, being mistaken for one of us. The Aes Sedai was bent over him, using what must have been the last of her strength to heal him.
Tesliin Sedai, thank you. What is wrong with him? I assume he was struck by one of the grey men. Is there anything I can do to help? My skills with healing are limited, but there.
Waiting for a response, I looked around the room, at something that did not appear to be a grey man. I saw Joliar's residue, having traveled somewhere. Damn wilders, learning all sorts of weaves. In time, perhaps. It seems Joliar has fled us. I cannot trace him. As you Aes Sedai have talents, so do we. That one is not one I have, not yet.
where to after here Aes Sedai, consider the choices for the target of this attack, it may be wise to say here with Lord Jareen a few days, the pattern of this attack makes little sense yet, but consider that if our group wasnt here; things would have been very different. Was this attack a test or misjudgment, I wonder
Lord Jareen, could you find out and report if any other areas of the city were attacked tonight? Rhoekk, could you also ask among the Aiel please
Seeing the severity of Lord Jareen's wound, Tesliin channels more of the One Power into him, delicately mixing the weaves but striving to be as quick as possible in order to save the man. "whatever is resisting me, I hope I can break through it."
"The wound is resistant to the One Power. I'll try to heal this wound, but it will be difficult."
Lord Jareen, could you find out and report if any other areas of the city were attacked tonight? Rhoekk, could you also ask among the Aiel please
Tesliin kneels down over the fallen lord, channeling weaves of Air, spirit, and water into the lord. Everyone stands around watching with abated breath. At first you think its your eyes, but as more time passes, its presence is easily seen by everyone; a slick black oily substance is slowly pushed out of his gaping wounds in his abdomen. It moves like quicksilver, puddling on the skin, and then slowly sliding along the body to the ground. Upon contact with the ground, it begins to pop and fizzle, slowly eating a hole into the marble tile.
Grunting from the effort, you manage to lift what you thought was a large floor tile, but instead is a large box, purple in color with gold inlays, some of it decorative, some looking like letters and words. With effort, you are able to bring it up and gently set it on the ground next to you.
Pausing to catch your breath, You can feel the box thrum with {Saidar[/i]
Lord Jareen, could you find out and report if any other areas of the city were attacked tonight? Rhoekk, could you also ask among the Aiel please
"I will be asking, of course, but perhaps first you could tell me who you are, and why I would share that information with you? I am of the Aethan Dor, and we are charged with keeping the peace in Cairhein. You have an Aes Sedai, and men who can channel also, but do you serve the car'a'carn; the one you call 'Dragon'?"
when i read this, i cracked up. the image of A'mar standing over Jareens body demanding reports of any other nobles being attacked, totally oblivious to jareens vomits of blood. Im waiting for A'mar to kneel down and tell the guy to "suck it up".