got it; just please post your init with each action; just makes keeping track easier for me. <everyone please>
I flank the snakemage with the kid, and attack with both blades, trying to find vulnerable spots under those scales.
as I figured; hehe; guy has bad breath is all you think; no poison for you.
Ok; Durrs blades flash and the Abomination takes a hit; Aahz hops about and his knives flash and the Snakemage gains a few more wounds. Decidio throws a rock and the Snake Shaman grunts.
The snakemage cant make a concentration check for beans with all those minuses; so claws Caerwyn for 7 points of damage <being nowhere near as strong as an abomination and having much smaller claws>
The snake shamman gets a spell off and many wounds begin to close on the still standing Abomination.
The abomination attacks and hits Durr really hard leaving him a bloody mess; but still standing; then breaths some sort of poisonous vapor; Durr and Kosan make Fort saves. Anyone without a reach weapon who moves in to base to base with this Abomination will also need to make a Fort save.
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ok; pending Kosans Fort save; which I seriously doubt he will fail; sigh.round four; by inits.
OK Fort Save vs Poison.
11 (Fort) + 19 (1d20) + 2 (being Dwarf) = 32.
+2 to lay on hands; so 14 points due to ....circumstances.
Astinos takes a step back, pressing his hand against his bleeding chest he summons his goddess' power closing a few of his wounds.
Reaching to the potion belt at his hip he draws one quickly downing it. His skin takes on a layered appearance, reminiscent of ashwood bark.
everyone; dont forget to add you 1pt fast heal also; I prefer you do it at the end of the round each round; but doesnt really matter as long as you keep track correctly.
Nebibit charges towards the shaman
Spear attack
Damage
She also begins to glance around wondering where Kemnebi is.
got it; just please post your init with each action; just makes keeping track easier for me. <everyone please>
Ranged Touch Attack against the remaining abomination
Orb of Electricity Damage
Kosan, status report. We have several engaged in melee with the spellcasters and I am running low on spells. The wizard has not returned with Caerwyn, as far as I can tell.
Nebibit, we have some walking wounded, can you aid them?
Durr, don't be a stubborn fool. If you will not disengage, see if you can maneuver to give the dwarf and yourself an advantage.
If you are fighting the spellcasters, mind the stones floating around their heads -- that appears to be where their powers come from.
Round 4:
My initiative was 26.
Hit #1 (Axe side): 03 (1d20) + 8 (Base Atk) + 9 (Mod) + 2 (they are CE) + 5 (Bless from Horus) = 27.
Damage: 03 (1d10) + 9 (Mod) + 2 (1 and 1 2d6 they are CE) + 2 (me and Lrg snake men are on the ground) = 16. (Dag Nabibit that was a bad roll)
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Hit #2 (Axe side): 16 (1d20) + 3 (Base Atk) + 9 (Mod) + 2 (they are CE) + 5 (Bless from Horus) = 35.
Damage: 10 (1d10) + 9 (Mod) + 8 (2 and 6 2d6 they are CE) + 2 (me and Lrg snake men are on the ground) = 29 (Better rool this time).
In the mind Link (After seeing the other abomination fall): Daggnabit foul garden worm die. A Pox upon your mother who spitting your slimmy carcuz into this world. Now DIE.
Well, I guess he listened; as you drop him stone dead Kosan; Fox you can change targets as your init is much lower than Kosan's.
you hit.
Nebibit charges towards the shaman
Spear attack
1d20 + 8
Damage
1d6 + 4
She also begins to glance around wondering where Kemnebi is.
Well, I guess he listened; as you drop him stone dead Kosan; Fox you can change targets as your init is much lower than Kosan's.
Seeing the abomination fall, Fox moves toward the melee around the spellcasters (within 30', if possible) and, remember the effect of her last orb, casts again, choosing cold damage instead.
this is fine; I just need to know if your targetting the shaman or the wizard.
Well, I guess he listened; as you drop him stone dead Kosan; Fox you can change targets as your init is much lower than Kosan's.Seeing the abomination fall, Fox moves toward the melee around the spellcasters (within 30', if possible) and, remember the effect of her last orb, casts again, choosing cold damage instead.
this is fine; I just need to know if your targetting the shaman or the wizard.
Kemnebi blinks again,
'All of those are colorful ideas June. Almost guaranteed to make them wonder what I'm up to. But I'm not sure that I want to try and show off. Yet. I think I'll just try something a little more, subtle. That should REALLY make them wonder what I'm up to! I hope.' (June & Llivenoc catch a flash of humor through the link as he envisions himself jumping like a catapult stone into the river, followed by a mental shudder.)
Kemnebi clears his throat and lifts the hand of the water fey he is holding. He bows over it close enough for his whiskers to touch. "Until next time then, fair lady." He says in farewell with a pleasant grin.
The mage lifts his head and stares at the oncoming champions of Summer as if he had not realized that they were there. "Oh, is it that time already?" He murmurs aloud. He makes no move to scurry, instead he leans on his staff, using the opportunity to study the figures close-up. His head tilts sideways in curiosity as his feline eyes flit from item to item on their clothing, trying to take in every detail. He smiles as they approach.
"Good day gentlemen! A most interesting game so far. I look forward to seeing more." Kemnebi says amiably. He stands there for a moment, smiling at them, then realizes that he is standing between them and the bridge.
"Oh. I beg your pardon, I'm sure." He says with a polite but brief nod of his head, (acknowledging his faux paux, but to an equal, not a superior) as he pivots side ways to clear the path. He smiles with a grand 'after you' gesture.
"Good luck gentlemen!" He says pleasantly.
An armored centaur who is with the Lord Marshal and weilding a massive two handed hammers; snears at you and says:
"ach; the stench of a Winter Retard on Summers territory; it cannot be borne Lord Marshal."
Lord Marshal:
"Steady, we shall show proper manners even to this incorrigible agent of winter doth tread on our sleeves"
The Lord Marshal direct to Kenembi "move post haste back to your companions if you would, as my friend finds your invasion into our territory an afront, move now and all will be as it was"
<after the interlude of whatever Kenembi's choice of action will be>
The two players again take their places and the Avatar has reset the game to another battlefield with new opponents and hundreds if not thousands of choices and paths to defeat or victory; the opponents this time have posistions equally matched; the goal; after 100 moves to have the most advantageous position at the end; the pace is set such that each player has but 3 seconds; the position and game is that of which many generals have to face; instant decisions; near instantaneous grasp of a thousand details and trim it down into a cold decision.
The players begin; this game is fast and furious; both players sweating on the brown; hands moving at a near blur; yet in the end; both players step back breathing hard; sweat upon their brow at the mental energies expended.
The Avatar speaks; "the Winner of this round: Winter."
Thus Prince Llvenoc; perhaps it was youth and brash, bold moves that won his victory over that of a near immortal Lord Marshal; perhaps it was the millions of battles the Lord Marshal had seen that he could not choose one best path; here at the end; the Lord Marshal looks to have a long term advantage building; but the game being 100 moves; Prince Llvenoc has the clear advantage of gains and stronger position.
The Avatar declares; Rest period; 10 minutes while the game is reset for the third round."
I nod respectfully to the Grand Marshal after the match before I leave the bridge. Mentally and emotionally exhausted after dueling in the second round of the Great Game. Knowing each piece represents so much more. Surprised I pulled off a victory against such a superior opponent. But a victory none the less. It takes hundreds of years for one to learn the Second Tier. Amazed the Rruckles match is actually going to the third Tier. A level that takes thousands of years to learn, and master. At my age I have only studied theory, and never seen the Third Tier played. Seeing how fatigued I am I have no illusion the third match will be his. Experience will carry the day. I am proud of my accomplishments thus far. Even in the end if I loose the challenge, and the artifact. There will be no shame in it. I have played my best. And on this day no blood was spilled.
You guys are still playing on the prime tier; just different pieces and set up and different variables. There are hundreds of opponent peices in each array; good; nuetral; evil that any player can bring into play; and the battlefield can be earth; water; ice; lava; air; and it can be light or dark and any of these variables can be on or off or mixed in any quantity. there are node stones that provide a bonus to one or more qualities of a piece be it terrain or allied piece; some are denoted a faction; some can be captured and used by anyone who holds them. Then their is peice variation; some peices have more abilities or gain abilities when used in conjunction with other peices and the opposite is true as well; where some pieces have dissadvantages facing some terrains or opponents; some move quickly; some move slowly; some are loners; some are best in groups.
make and straight intelligence and a straight wisdom roll for insight if you like.
make and straight intelligence and a straight wisdom roll for insight if you like.
An armored centaur who is with the Lord Marshal and weilding a massive two handed hammers; snears at you and says:
"ach; the stench of a Winter Retard on Summers territory; it cannot be borne Lord Marshal."
Lord Marshal:
"Steady, we shall show proper manners even to this incorrigible agent of winter doth tread on our sleeves"The Lord Marshal direct to Kenembi "move post haste back to your companions if you would, as my friend finds your invasion into our territory an afront, move now and all will be as it was"
Kemnebi blinks. The slitted irises of his eyes narrow. But otherwise he merely opens his mouth, and yawns. It is the slow, languid stretching yawn of a relaxed feline. He reaches up and idly scratches at one whisker with a gloved claw. He smiles benevolently up at the centaur. Like one would a child. A slow child.
"Ah, yes. Vulgarities and insults. The first refuge of the dull-witted. How very original." He says pleasantly. Kemnebi ignores the centaur as if he is of no consequence and turns to the Lord Marshall.
"Oh, I believe I see. There is a minor misunderstanding on the part of your 'friend' Sir Knight. Mainly the facts that the presence of a single person, no matter how debonair and good-looking, can hardly be considered an 'invasion'. And the fact that I was invited. By the lovely lady from the river. We were having a most stimulating conversation." He explains politely, gesturing to the spot where he was 'talking' to the water fey.
"Well. I must apologize, for I assure you I did not mean to unduly intimidate your assistant. I shall of course remove myself so as not to frighten him any more. After you, of course," He says, gesturing gallantly for the Lord Marshall to precede him.
"Please, do not delay the game on my account." He adds politely with a respectful bow of his head, Deeper than before.
There is a sudden surge of pleasant emotion through the mental link.
'Hah! Never enter a battle of wits unarmed my fine four-legged friend! Oh. Wait, did I actually say all that OUT LOUD?!??,... Oh. C,...' And there is sudden silence as Kemnebi slams his will onto his thoughts in sudden panic.
The mage stands there, bowing respectfully, one arm raised indicating the Lord Marshall should precede him, as befits his higher status.
Vale;
It seems the LM tends to favor certain peices and combination; +2 next round results.
make and straight intelligence and a straight wisdom roll for insight if you like.
The Lord Marshal wont consider it an insult; though he will wait until you are on your side of the bridge before stepping on it; now the Centaur Knight on the other hand; Centaurs are loud; obnoxious; tend to drink heavily; brash and obnoxious at best; though rarely evil.
Such a comment will absolutely draw a challenge of arms from the centaur and if you live; pretty much lifelong emnity with some of the Summer Court; hehe ask Kosan about his brother's emnity issue. Though I will roll to see if the LM makes him withdraw his challenge as it would make him look like he, the LM picked the fight as a diversion, something Winter would do to throw off an opponent; the LM is big time concerned about his image; and to take advantage of Prince Llvenoc in this way would make his look afraid or weaker in the face of the last lost round. Everything is politics and appearance to a Sidhe; everything; every expression; deed; guesture; they cannot afford to look weak or loose face or they loose real power in the Court.
Fae are way full of themselves; haughty and vindictive; lesser fae just pull a prank; like give you mule head or fill you mouth with dung while your sleeping; but greater fae tend to kill you or worse. They think of humans as little more than trained monkeys and the most prideful of humans could take pride lessons from them; Faerie blood runs hot and passions magnified a hundredfold as compared to humans. Probably comes from having a ongoing war Winter to Summer for...eternity and they fight over it with a passion near unholy. Even the slightest thing can be a deadly insult to them; think Summer is bad; Winter is three times as bad as these guys <which is why I left them back in the woods> The whole thing to gather here is that fae fight on a drop of a pin and will try to hit you before the pin actually hits the ground and to them the risk is nearly nill because they cant be killed; here anyway; and on the prime material; they dont have souls so dont go to upper or lower planes; they just reincarnate becoming more summer or more winter each time. All this is beyond your character knowlege.
I tried to stress this point; perhaps I didnt do a good job. You can take back your comments and do a different action if the majority of the party agrees its ok; dont want anyone to feel cheated. You also have a few other options that could modifiy this situation, but remembering that your character is young; well; young people make these mistakes; it happens; keeps life...interesting.
Hope this helps; been looking forward to your characters actions; keeps me grinning. Hope your having fun with it.
An armored centaur who is with the Lord Marshal and weilding a massive two handed hammers; snears at you and says:
"ach; the stench of a Winter Retard on Summers territory; it cannot be borne Lord Marshal."
Lord Marshal:
"Steady, we shall show proper manners even to this incorrigible agent of winter doth tread on our sleeves"The Lord Marshal direct to Kenembi "move post haste back to your companions if you would, as my friend finds your invasion into our territory an afront, move now and all will be as it was"
Kemnebi blinks. The slitted irises of his eyes narrow. But otherwise he merely opens his mouth, and yawns. It is the slow, languid stretching yawn of a relaxed feline. He reaches up and idly scratches at one whisker with a gloved claw. He smiles benevolently up at the centaur. Like one would a child. A slow child.
"Ah, yes. Vulgarities and insults. The first refuge of the dull-witted. How very original." He says pleasantly. Kemnebi ignores the centaur as if he is of no consequence and turns to the Lord Marshall.
"Oh, I believe I see. There is a minor misunderstanding on the part of your 'friend' Sir Knight. Mainly the facts that the presence of a single person, no matter how debonair and good-looking, can hardly be considered an 'invasion'. And the fact that I was invited. By the lovely lady from the river. We were having a most stimulating conversation." He explains politely, gesturing to the spot where he was 'talking' to the water fey.
"Well. I must apologize, for I assure you I did not mean to unduly intimidate your assistant. I shall of course remove myself so as not to frighten him any more. After you, of course," He says, gesturing gallantly for the Lord Marshall to precede him.
"Please, do not delay the game on my...
Kemnebi in the Mindlink
No matter what happens the Lord Marshall will loose standing. Its sad, but its the cold truth. You drew forth the ire of his Knight. If he calls him back he looses face. Making my victory stand out that much more. If he doesn't then the "truce" Summer and Winter have in the great war might break. Have no question that this guy is better than me. He is a Grand Master of the game. I shouldn't be winning.
Even if my victory against him is an orcheastrated ruse. You stepping onto Summer's side is still an insult. You have made an enemy of that Knight, and those who call him friend and ally. That cannot be erased. If you tuck tail and run you will show weakness. Then forever after both Courts will put you in a position where they will seek to take advantage of you. They Fey are the stuff of dreams and emotions. They feel things a thousand times more intense than you can ever imagine. A kiss, the scent of a rose, love, an insult, hatred.
To them you are one of them, but limited, broken. You don't have the advantage of being an Elf; or so low in there Esteem as being human. You don't have those protections. All sides have taken notice of you. Great things can be in store for you depending on how you act. You can not make all sides happy. You play wrong there are worse things than death. No matter what happens you are part of the Great Game now. You can't change that. You have drawn attention to yourself from the Courts.
yep; lot of very interesting story threads could come of this :) you wanted power; one thing the fae are is powerful.
My vote is Kenebi keeps his action as is. The most interseting part of putting your foot in your mouth is how you get it back out, I always thought.
My vote is Kenebi keeps his action as is. The most interseting part of putting your foot in your mouth is how you get it back out, I always thought.
;P
:)
ON WITH THE SHOW! :)
So; as Kenembi is still standing there next to the girl from the water; she says:
"Such a bore these are; come Kenembi; lets take a walk; she extends her hand to you"
The Centaur rages: "ARRGH; <and prepare to throw his gauntlet>; I challenge..
The Girl from the water tilts <sheesh darn language montitor cant use a work properly> her head and him and raises and eyebrow: "I accept"
The Centaur Knights face goes white and he faulters; "I am not challenging you Lady, but that retarded oaf of a..."
The girl responds: "you sir knight, intruded on My conversation with this mortal magus; thus as we were engaged in affairs of none of your concern; your intruding as a challenge to me; but it may be that our affair is concluded and I would withdraw. Sir Magus; <still extending her lovely arm and hand to you> shall we continue our coverstation and take a walk.
she smiles mischieviously
ok; in the battle it take it it is my turn; the Shaman invokes and power and moves to withdraw; anyone is melee with him may make and attack of oppurtunity; but will need to make a successful will save to do so.
The snake mage breaths something at Aahz and Aahz's hand then arm turn to stone; he seems to counter it before his hole body changes and looks at his arm in shock; then with a curious expression.
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ok; new round in the combat.
Will save
AoO
Damage
So; as Kenembi is still standing there next to the girl from the water; she says:
"Such a bore these are; come Kenembi; lets take a walk; she extends her hand to you"The Centaur rages: "ARRGH; <and prepare to throw his gauntlet>; I challenge..
The Girl from the water tilts <sheesh darn language montitor cant use a work properly> her head and him and raises and eyebrow: "I accept"
The Centaur Knights face goes white and he faulters; "I am not challenging you Lady, but that retarded oaf of a..."
The girl responds: "you sir knight, intruded on My conversation with this mortal magus; thus as we were engaged in affairs of none of your concern; your intruding as a challenge to me; but it may be that our affair is concluded and I would withdraw. Sir Magus; <still extending her lovely arm and hand to you> shall we continue our conversation and take a walk.
she smiles mischievously
Kemnebi grins brightly. Whether happy at the prospect of spending more time with the lovely fae, relief at having an opportunity to avoid a physical conflict with the much larger centaur, or both, is hard to tell. The feline mage reaches out and gently takes the faes hand once more, bowing low over it as before.
"My most gracious lady, you honor me. I would be delighted and thrilled to continue our conversation." He says as he rises, grinning. He turns and bows politely to the Lord Marshall.
"Excuse me Lord, Please, enjoy your game." He says deferentially. He takes a single, swift, sideways glance at the centaur, then turns back around to the water fae.
"Please forgive the interruption my lady. Now, where were we?,..." He asks charmingly, struggling once more to keep his eyes on her face, and not,... the rest of her.
'June, Llivenoc, If I'm in the game, I'm in it to win! You have fun with the Lord Marshall. I'll play my part. HOpefully I can figure out what the rules are before I break them!"
that would be right; him pleanty tuff :)
18 does not overcome his spells DC. As a cleric; you notice this to be some sort of Santuary or Withdraw spell where his diety confounds those trying to attack his priest; you dont loose your action. you might be able to break the spells arua in direct challenge priest to priest...
Will save
1d20 + 7
AoO
1d20 + 5
Damage
1d 6 + 3
Kenembi, the touch of this Sidhe is exquisite, as you take her hand she moves in close to walk side by side and leads you away; you look back and see the Centaur Knight stamp is feet, but withdraw. The Lord Marshal gives you a cryptic look; then moves onto the bridge focused on the coming game.
As you walk with the Sidhe; you notice your walking on top of the water of the river; the river itself if a little over a 100ft wide; and a school of fish, a very thick school; is right under your feet following the two of you; their little mouths tickling your toes.
The Lady asks you about your childhood; your goals and dreams and asks why you strive to save the Humans Earth Goddess?
Kemnebi in the Mindlink
Some more things you should probably know. All Fey tell the truth according to there own perspective. They will hold you to the rules of there court, as well as your homeland. Favors are used as currency. Bewary not to owe one. If you somehow are owed a favor from a Fey....Best not to talk about that. Don't want to overwhelm you. Anyway goodluck.
in direct telepathy
"Kemnebi, I know Sidhe, if you want this girl then do as I say; look her right in the eyes; never waver; dont blink; ignore all things but looking directly into her eyes to see the spirit inside; thus she will be yours as is her nature; if you wish to be rid of her then look at her body; your surrounding but dont look upon her face; though at this point that could put your in jepardy. See how she talks to you to talk about yourself; this is a game; play equal share with her and you will gain respect in her eyes; force her to talk about herself and memorize what she says for it will be the truth; but you must scrutinize it to find what she is not saying.
Thus I keep my word to you to aid you on your quest for power"
Round 5:
My initiative was 26.
My Garden Snake is dead so I Drop my Hammer/Axe and pull my 2 Throwing Hammers (FYI: 1 at a time. I have Quick Draw Feat. Hammers range 60 Ft, Blessed, and Silvered.) Both aimed at Mage:
Will Save (if needed): 17 (1d20) + 3 (Adj) = 20.
Hit #1: 16 (1d20) + 8 (Base Atk) + 8 (Mod) + 5 (Bless from Horus) = 37.
Damage: 06 (1d6) + 8 (Mod) = 14.
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Hit #2: 12 (1d20) + 3 (Base Atk) + 8 (Mod) + 5 (Bless from Horus) = 28.
Damage: 04 (1d6) + 8 (Mod) = 12.
Note: I heal my 1 point from Osirus' heal benefit. Also if the mage has disappeared then I alter aim onto the Cleric.
In the mind Link: 2 Down and 2 to go. Have at em Lads and Lasses. Fox Keep up the good work Lass.
Will save is only needed for the shaman; the mage has other defenses.
Round 5:
My initiative was 26.My Garden Snake is dead so I Drop my Hammer/Axe and pull my 2 Throwing Hammers (FYI: 1 at a time. I have Quick Draw Feat. Hammers range 60 Ft, Blessed, and Silvered.) Both aimed at Mage:
Will Save (if needed): 17 (1d20) + 3 (Adj) = 20.
Hit #1: 16 (1d20) + 8 (Base Atk) + 8 (Mod) + 5 (Bless from Horus) = 37.
Damage: 06 (1d6) + 8 (Mod) = 14.
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Hit #2: 12 (1d20) + 3 (Base Atk) + 8 (Mod) + 5 (Bless from Horus) = 28.Damage: 04 (1d6) + 8 (Mod) = 12.
Note: I heal my 1 point from Osirus' heal benefit. Also if the mage has disappeared then I alter aim onto the Cleric.
In the mind Link: 2 Down and 2 to go. Have at em Lads and Lasses. Fox Keep up the good work Lass.
You can charge if you think Caerwyn will get out of the way; he is on the edge of where you would charge; you could attempt a dex roll to avoid him as you charge; failure would mean you collide; but he would get a reflex roll to avoid. As for debris; the Abomination it at your feet and there is blood everywhere; but this is a dirt tunnel so it is not wet and you can step on the abomination as he is large and it wont be an issue.
"Cearwyn, get clear!"
Astinos hurtles towards the mage, weapon leading his deadly charge.
Ranged Touch Attack against the shaman
Damage
Durr, to me. How grave are your injuries?
Can anyone grab one of the stones floating around the 'casters' heads?
I move 5 feet to avoid Astinos' charge. I try to sidestep to a spot where I am still flanking with the kid, or Astinos after he charges. I attack the mage with both blades.
Decidio lithefully follows Astinos on his charge; she has her hand on the center of his back during the charge and attempts Empathic Fire.
Astinos; warm and invigoration flow through you; you can feel her very close to you with a spiritual fire. In game terms; you may take part of the to hit roll you made and convert it to hit points to heal yourself, thus what she is doing is taking part of your passion and zeal and reinvigorating you body, but it all by your choice. You rolled far above what you need to hit; so you get to play the guessing game of how much to convert to hps; you could convert all of it if you wish; or just one point; all completely your choice.
"Cearwyn, get clear!"
Astinos hurtles towards the mage, weapon leading his deadly charge.
1d20+21
1d8+12
remove the penalty for shooting into melee; the shaman in not currently in melee. Also; attacking the shaman requires a will save to overcome his protective ward <as long as he doesnt attack though he can cast heals and defensive magic and dispels and such>.
Ranged Touch Attack against the shaman 1d20 + 8
Damage 1d3 + 4
Durr, to me. How grave are your injuries?
Can anyone grab one of the stones floating around the 'casters' heads?
nothing wounded but my pride mistress; tis but a bit er scratch. Diz armors does keeps me guts in place; no worries.
<you may roll sense motive if you wish; +4 as you know him>