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Shalelu gets off the platform, taking an attack from the undead as she does so.
Once again, she takes damage, but no further effects. She draws her short sword as she goes and stabs it into the monster, hewing away a chunk of ice and bone.
Rhost says, "Leek," and goes into Rage. He attacks the nearest undead. Both of his attacks miss, but he manages not to stumble and fall as the second blow almost unbalances him.
Alaric casts Blessing of Fervor, then gets the hell off the force platform.
The blue force platform disappears. Only Kalimac and Attatoq remain atop it, and Attatoq, walking on the air, does not fall.
The weapon Kalimac has prepped may be about to have a long descent, however ...
Shalelu -13
Hoarfrost 1, -4
Hoarfrost 2, -8
~~~~~~XOX^XOX~~~~~~
~~~~~X..##W..X~~~~~
~~~~O...Z##...O~~~~
~~~>......I....<~~~
~~O...@..U..L...O~~
~X##..Y+K+++...##X~
X###..+++++++S.###X
~X##...+++++U..##X~
~~O....HMA.R....O~~
~~~>...........<~~~
~~~~O...###...O~~~~
~~~~~X..###..X~~~~~
~~~~~~XOX^XOX~~~~~~
. = 5’ square, stone
X = Wall
~ = Outside
+ = Blue force platform over 200’ shaft
# = Platform (50’ above floor)
O = Open window (50’ above floor)
>,<,^ = Blue crystals (50' above floor)
@ = Crystal Control Panel
W = Winged Woman (Katiyana), on platform 50’ up
U = Undead Creature
M = Melinda
R = Rhost
H = Hrunndalf
A = Alaric
L = Liothonae
K = Kalimac (on Attatoq)
Y = Myriana
I = Ameiko
S = Shalelu
Z = Zaiobe (55’ up)
Mel looks up at her, "Oh, just travelers. The whole morokozo storms thing was getting a bit inconvenient." Mel cocks her head to side, "So the whole worship of Sithud, is that religious or familial?"
"Both, really. Mother sits at my lord and master's right hand. I shall sit at his left when I have brought him back to power."
She cocks her head. "Just travelers? Passing through, with a previously unknown relative of mine in tow? That seems unlikely."
Somehow, Alaric resists the inevitable "hard" pun. He does, however, grin.
"Do what you like. I'll never betray the cause."
<You will plead to serve my will before we are through.>
A moist tongue, tracing the underside, the top, finding the rim of the tip. Slowly.
Then, warm wetness, engulfing. Light suction. Back and forth, still slowly. A pause at the furthest point away, for the mouth and tongue to work some more.
Strength check
Charge.
*AC penalty balances out with fervor bonus to AC so AC is 23
Attack with Suishen (1-handed)
if hit
Mel looks once at Alaric with a smile, before charging up to the blue woman. "I'm relatively certain that we got the better end of the gene pool." As she slashes at the woman with Suishen. The first time the sword has actually been used in combat since he was rescued from the well.
"Both, really. Mother sits at my lord and master's right hand. I shall sit at his left when I have brought him back to power."
She cocks her head. "Just travelers? Passing through, with a previously unknown relative of mine in tow? That seems unlikely."
"Happens all the time to me." She shrugs, "I hope you like being left out to dry, because your lord wouldn't know how to hang on to power if it were tied to him."
"Oh, nüüd te kindlasti ei saa mingit jäätist," snarls Kalimac at Katiyana. His Challenge made, he nudges Attatoq into a Charge. He draws his sword from the Scabbard of Viggor on his way in and slashes at Katiyana when the charge brings him home.
[ooc]Ride (for giggles):
Will save, DC 15:
Spell resistance:
<Very glad we are agreed on that point.>
<... I don't think I like my half-sister very much.>
Rhost runs up and into the air, eyes focused on Katiyana. He doesn't stop until he is standing next to Katiyana, wind whipping his hair into a frenzied saffron halo.
"Happens all the time to me." She shrugs, "I hope you like being left out to dry, because your lord wouldn't know how to hang on to power if it were tied to him."
"Golly gee, did you get an A+ in your religious studies course in your high school?" Katiyana asks. "Or are you still in middle school? I may be giving you too much credit by assuming you're just a late bloomer, chest-wise. Anyway, if I were your age, maybe your little taunts would succeed in making me run to the bathroom and cry. Since they didn't, would you be a dear and go away so that the grownups can work this one out?"
"Golly gee, did you get an A+ in your religious studies course in your high school?" Katiyana asks. "Or are you still in middle school? I may be giving you too much credit by assuming you're just a late bloomer, chest-wise. Anyway, if I were your age, maybe your little taunts would succeed in making me run to the bathroom and cry. Since they didn't, would you be a dear and go away so that the grownups can work this one out?"
"@#*! $%@&ing #%^@ in your face, #^$!" Alaric insinuates.
"@#*! $%@&ing #%^@ in your face, #^$!" Alaric insinuates.
"Well, he's a little defensive, there. Is that your dad?" Katiyana asks Melinda. "Really, such language in front of your child," she says to Alaric.
Melinda's player and I have been discussing combat, and I will ask (as I am uncertain) ... is this run something I could have taken an attack at the end of (e.g. a charge)? Or does the doubled move of a charge not stack that way with Blessing of Fervor?
"Golly gee, did you get an A+ in your religious studies course in your high school?" Katiyana asks. "Or are you still in middle school? I may be giving you too much credit by assuming you're just a late bloomer, chest-wise. Anyway, if I were your age, maybe your little taunts would succeed in making me run to the bathroom and cry. Since they didn't, would you be a dear and go away so that the grownups can work this one out?"
Mel looks down her flat chest with a happy shrug, "I make it work for me, which is much more than you can say. 'Course I don't really focus on my appearance for purposes of determining my self-worth."
"@#*! $%@&ing #%^@ in your face, #^$!" Alaric insinuates."Well, he's a little defensive, there. Is that your dad?" Katyiana asks Melinda. "Really, such language in front of your child," she says to Alaric.
Absolutely straight faced, "She does have a point about the language." And then the mask breaks, and Mel has to choke back a laugh.
Mel looks down her flat chest with a happy shrug, "I make it work for me, which is much more than you can say. 'Course I don't really focus on my appearance for purposes of determining my self-worth."
"Oh, no!" Katiyana cries in horror. "The tweenager thinks I'm shallow! She's gonna tell the whole glee club and then I won't be popular!"
...and whips his Earth Breaker into Katiyana in an Attack of Savage Fury.
The chains rattle again as Alaric groans, frustrated and aroused in equal turns. "You make a compelling case, but I'll never call you queen," he manages, taking very real effort to keep his voice level.
<Oh, but I've barely started making my arguments. I haven't even gotten to the real thrust of them.>
The suction becomes more intense. But the pace remains slow and measured. She very slowly pulls back so that only the head of it is in her mouth, and pauses. Her eyes roll up so that she is looking into Alaric's.
<Of course, we could cut right to the chase ... if you just ... call me ... Queen.>
Þrumublað, two-handed, Power Attack, Bull's Strength, Divine Favor, +2 Fervor, +1 bard song, +1 Bless, +1 Ameiko threatened:
To hit: (crit )
Damage: (crit )
. . . plus electric.
Possible AoOs (not counting the "threatening Ameiko" bonus):
To hit: (crit )
Damage: (crit )
. . . plus electric.
To hit: (crit )
Damage: (crit )
. . . plus electric.
He meets her gaze, though his eyes are beginning to film over with the intense pleasure. "You're going to have to do better than that," he says, words quavering.
<I accept the challenge.>
She resumes her ministrations, her pace increasing, her wet lips sliding up and down the length of him, her tongue performing acrobatics. Her hands find his hips to steady herself, but she does not use them to pull him towards her, to match her tempo; rather she simply places them there, lightly touching, a promise of what might come.
<If you say it, those chains can go away. If you say it, your hands could be wherever you want them. If you say it, I won't ...>
She stops, poised once again at the tip, her tongue lying under him, ready but unmoving. Her eyes meeting his.
<... stop.>
<Oh, I plan on doing so.> The anger at the woman's treatment of Zaiobe quite clear despite her amusement at Katiyana's comments about herself.
For her part, Zaiobe's expression darkens considerably more at the insults directed towards the two of you than the ones directed at her.
<I'm really hoping she takes after her mother's side of the family.>
Queen Zaiobe would however notice the cold metal on her throat at the point when her mouth is almost completely off of Alaric. "Sorry, sir." Mel's voice a low alto. "My timing seems to be a little off." A sultry smile directed at the captured rebel leader, "I'm guessing a bit earlier or a few moments later would have been more comfortable for you." Her eyes seeking approval from the chained man.
To Zaiobe, "Now you are gonna want to back off the nice man, slow and easy. And, then, tell me where the keys to his chains are."
For her part, Zaiobe's expression darkens considerably more at the insults directed towards the two of you than the ones directed at her.
<I'm really hoping she takes after her mother's side of the family.>
<I don't know. You look younger and prettier than her, which would indicate not the same father.> Mel says honestly.
<And given that her mother is a demon, yes, I think she takes after her mother.> A pause, <And the way she focuses on it, she probably has daddy issues.>
He blinks, as though seeing her for the first time. Lust and love billowing upward from within, a glance at the kneeling Zaiobe and the look is clear I am the luckiest man who ever lived.
<You,> she says to Melinda, her eyes widening. <How did you get past ... How could you possible have ...>
She abandons the line of questions as fruitless and draws herself up as carefully as she can, given the situation. <The keys to his chains aren't anywhere near here, obviously,> she says. <Do you think I would be that foolish?>
Since the mute winged woman can communicate only through touch, it can make her rather difficult to get to know well. To some of you, the beautiful redhead is still something of a figure of mystery. Adding to her already quiet air is the fact that she is an avid reader, who can often be seen engrossed with one of the many books she brought along for the journey.
Nonetheless, she has clearly developed some very close friends in the Caravan, particularly Melinda, Alaric, Liothonae, and Buttersnips (the last one, of course, being a friend from before she joined your journey.)
She is extremely fond of music as well, and is always attentive whenever one of the musicians provides the evenings entertainment. Theater is another clear favorite of hers, and she has never been known to miss one of Spivey's strange illusory shadow plays.
Her delight in flying is plain to see whenever she takes to the air.
The dagger stays at Zaiobe's throat as she rises but Melinda moves from behind to her side. "Do I really expect that such a supremely cocky woman such as yourself wouldn't have the key on readily on hand? You know, for when you thought you had what you wanted?"
Mel pulls the karambit from hair, letting the black locks flow around her. "My guess is that you are confident enough that the key is on you." Not obscuring Alaric's view one bit, Mel quickly cuts off the top of the gown, carelessly letting it fall to the ground. Leaving Zaiobe in a white demi-cup bra and just the hint of a white garter belt peeking over the top of the now-cut waistline.
With a long suffering sigh, "Well it isn't around your neck... but..." the last word pleased. "I do believe I see a chain hiding at your waist." Almost as if to prove this to herself, the chained man, and the winged queen, Melinda reaches a finger forward and gently pulls on the chain. The finger lingering on the bare skin under the chain probably not wholly intentional.
"Why don't you make this just a little easier on yourself? If you give me the key, I won't have to finish stripping you down in front of the boss here." At this compromise, Melinda eyes steal over to Alaric, a loving caress. The tough military air almost ruined as her eyes go lower and go wide at the sight of his hard member. Melinda's skin, much of it bare, blushes mint.
"Why don't you make this just a little easier on yourself? If you give me the key, I won't have to finish stripping you down in front of the boss here." At this compromise, Melinda eyes steal over to Alaric, a loving caress. The tough military air almost ruined as her eyes go lower and go wide at the sight of his hard member. Melinda's skin, much of it bare, blushes mint.
Zaiobe is breathing rapidly, her breasts, nearly spilling out of her low cut bra, moving up and down hypnotically in time with her inhalations and exhalations.
<You ... you wouldn't dare,> she replies to Melinda. <There are lengths to which even you would not go.>
AC:23 (+2cats grace+2mage armor+2BoF included)
Saves: Fort:6, Ref:15, Will:2 (Cat's Grace+2 & BoF+2 included)
Myri moves around the control panel. As she moves her scarf is undone from her waist and somehow finds a way to move around her despite the tempestuous downdraft.
perform dance:
to hit: FE:Undead(+2), BoF+2, bardic+1, bless+1
damage: FE:Undead(+2), bardic+1
other factors: Cat's Grace, Weapon Finesse, exotic weapon (included)
Zaiobe DC20/DC25:
Sense Motive on his hesitation: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
You are not sure what he had been about to say.
"She is youn'." Lio says, almost confidently. "Happin's tooke me 'oer a hunnret years. Ayme suare she es a quicker study thon I."
Sandru smiles. "Well, humans have to be quick off the mark. Anything that takes us a hundred years to figure out, we're probably not getting it done."
Lio smiles. Joy in her eyes. She doesn't know how to answer such a compliment. She's never been told she was good at making someone happy before.
Koya's own smile widens into a grin in response to your infectious joy.
"Oh."
A moment of silence. Her face nearly expressionless. Her mind whirling.
"You have... an aunt, Elena Sorn... in Sandpoint, and two... cousins, one of whom is Melinda."
She's handling her distress remarkably well. The words she spoke, very slow, careful, each sounded out properly.
Ulf blinks in surprise. "Really? I'd ... figured out Melinda was part orc, from the, uh, there are ways to tell, but I didn't think ... She'd have to be a second cousin or something ..."
"Huh. She's the one with 'a tendency to meet previously unknown relatives' or whatever, right?"
He glances up at you. "... Everything OK?"
Mel thinks for a moment and then groans a little in fustration. <I don't know. I meet people and I want to try to make their lives better, but does that make them my responsibility?>
She smiles, a little lost in her own thoughts, <Plus, if I follow that reasoning out to the fullest extent that would make everyone in this planes and the others my tribe to some degree.> She chuckles, <That borders on meglomania, doesn't it?>
So who, then? What limits must you set? What people are your responsibility?
Ameiko
Rapier
Bardic
Shalelu
Short sword attack
Damage
Zaiobe
Hold to cure
Entropic Shield
Undead
NOTE UNHALLOW/DESECRATE – +10 HIT POINTS, +2 TO HIT, +2 DAMAGE, +4 AC, +4 SAVES, +4 ADDITIONAL TO RESIST POSITIVE ENERGY
Hoarfrost
To hit
Damage (+1d6/1d6 cold)
Glaciate: DC 14 Fort or 1 Dex damage and paralyzed for 1d4+1 rds
Hoarfrost
To hit
Damage (+1d6/1d6 cold)
Glaciate: DC 14 Fort or 1 Dex damage and paralyzed for 1d4+1 rds
Katiyana
Smite good
29 AC vs.
Also has up: Entropic Shield (1 in 5), Divine Favor (+3 attack, +3 damage), Scythe of Evil (+2d6 claw damage to good creatures)
Fury of the Abyss (Su): As a swift action, you can give yourself an enhancement bonus equal to 1/2 your cleric level (+4) on melee attacks, melee damage rolls, and combat maneuver checks. This bonus lasts for 1 round. During this round, you take a –2 penalty to AC. You can use this ability for a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.
Smite good: swift, +5 attack, +5 AC vs. target, +9 damage
Melinda reaches for the key, her eyes flashing up to Zaiobe's face for a minute. "It would seem that you enjoyed being on your knees, servicing the man who would dethrone you." Instead of snatching the key, Melinda's fingers go lower, dipping under the moist underwear, delicately teasing.
As Melinda starts to rub, she leans closer, whispering clearly enough that Alaric can hear. "So why don't you take that key and unlock our leader. If you do and ask real nice, he might just give you what you so clearly need."
<I don't ... take orders ... from you,> she manages to get out.
"Think of it as a choice." Mel's voice deadly serious. "You unlock the man that I lo... follow. The man I follow and you ask him to make you feel something other than your self-righteous spoiled sense of worth. And maybe he does."
The hand stills for Melinda's next words, "Or we tie you up. Leave." The voice goes softer, "I tell your guards just how naked, just how needy, just how vulnerable you are. You find out just how loyal they are." The hand starts to move again, stroking. Long, pleasurable movements. "But that isn't an order. Just laying your choices out for you."
Zaiobe's thoughts disoriented, disintegrating under the touch of Melinda's hand, as her entire body tries to make her focus on nothing but where that hand is, what it is doing. Her pelvis thrusting forward rhythmically, seeking more.
<That's - ah! - despicable, nothing, unnh, nothing more than what I would expect ... from someone ... ohyesrightthere - I, I mean, from someone like you ...>
With a shaking hand, she reaches down and lifts the key off of its chain.