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7 posts. Alias of The Dalesman.


Avalon RS#1 wrote:
The elf races over to the warforged, his boots starting to glow. When he gets there, he touches his larger cohort on the back, and they wink out of existence.

"What are you doing? We have the......." [POIT]

Krays wrote:
Avalon RS#1 wrote:
H'Tor wrote:

As Krays' rays travel to their target, H'Tor moves up to attack it

Touch attack
1d6 Negative energy
1d6 CON (Fort save DC 17 negates)

Attack against H'Tor's CMD as he is moving to close with the warforged (this occurs at 20 feet out)

A dark form fades into view about 15 feet away from H'Tor, striking out with something long, sinewy....and very, very fast.


If successful, H'Tor falls as he is tripped before he can get near the warforged, falling prone.

he's a wraith atm...incorporeal

Gotcha. :)

As H'Tor races by, the elf's whip passes through him without consequence

Fortitude Save:
1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18

The warforged steps back at the assault by H'Tor. As he does so, his left arm sprouts three protrusions. They almost look like wands as it points them at him and they all fire at once.


Ranged touch attack:
1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30

Damage: 18d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 4, 5, 2, 4, 3, 3, 5, 3, 1, 3, 5, 1, 6, 1, 2, 4) = 59 force. No save.

Krays wrote:

Oh forgot about the 11...changed response

Ohh! Thanks
Grins at Fieri and says
"Fire it is then!"

Casts scorching ray at the warforged...dude?
To hit (ranged touch)
To hit (ranged touch)
To hit (ranged touch)

Since you are using precision spellcraft for this attack....Spellcraft check please Krays.

The rays strike true, but seem to fizzle quite a bit as they make contact.

"Hmmmm. Alright....Targets acquired. Engage."

Fieri del Sol wrote:

As soon as she spots the thrower of evil acid stuff she lobs the whole handful of orbs at him or her.

She's not taking the time to be precise so Ref save for half, DC 19


Reflex Save: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 12 + 2 = 22

It ducks to the side, letting the torn up earth it was trying to use to hide as a barrier to Fieri's fiery retort. It's still singed, though... :)

Fieri del Sol wrote:

"Now, I'm mad," she said, looking for someone to make go boom. She conjured a whole handful of fire orbs.

No magical gear. She lost a couple of orbs, but she has unlimited ability to summon those darn things. :)

Perception check:

Opposed Stealth check:

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Fieri notices a form trying to hide behind a section of broken earth, but not doing so well at it. It appears to be a humanoind made of metal, stone and wood, with faintly glowing eyes.

She notices its mouth move, but she cannot make out what it said, if anything.

Elsewhere, a group of three half-orcs are rolling across the field, pummeling whoever they come across. Suddenly one of them looks up as he hears a funny whistling sound....

The group is engulfed in an explosion of fire and smoke. When it clears, the three are on the ground, horribly burned. A figure strides over them, the creaking of stone, wood and metal betraying his inhuman heritage.

Tagging his marks, the warforged scans the field quickly for other threats...