"We can smash them!" Devram shouts, pointing at the dire rats and the zoog. He seems oddly eager for violence now.
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Devram's eyes go wide when sees the tendril faced creatures. "Watch out!" Before he can really register what he's doing, He steps forward and brings the long-handled hammer around and down in a swift attack on one of the creatures.
Devram follows the others, readying his lucerne hammer if anything dangerous is on the other side. "I guess so. We need to get out of here and they did look much safer."
"We...we have to fight more of them?" Devram goes a bit pale. He looks down at the long hammer in his hands. Something about that still didn't feel right, but also felt that this weapon...his weapon wasn't a stranger to violence. He sighs. "I'm going to need a drink after this."
Devram looks at Renlo and then back to the armored man. "We're sorry we killed her! I didn't mean to hit her so hard! But she was hurting that man, and we didn't know what was going on!"
"Some of us aren't even sure who we are! Can you tell us where we are? What happened to us?" Devram yells at the crossbowmen, putting down his weapon and holding his hands up like Renlo.
Devram stares in wonder at the grass as they enter the room. "Where..." He stops as he sees the yellow mist and nods at Renlo's suggestion. He follows the to the door. "Open it, open it!"
After Luccia checks the door, if she says it's free of traps, Devram will open it. He shoulders the large hammer with practiced ease, though it seems to startle him when he realizes it's so close to his face.
Devram follows Renolo up the stairs. When the others indicate it's safe, he'll open the door.
Devram pales at the sight of the stacked bodies.He turns away, trying to simply believe that Joan couldn't be in there. "Yes, gods, lets get out of here!"
Since no one said anything to the contray, yes, Devram will open the door.
"Ok, not criminals then, thats a relief. Victims though? Of a doppleganger serial killer? But something else too. I feel like they did something to me. Changed something. I don't feel right somehow. You know how you have an itch and can't get to it? It feels like that, plus ive had awful dreams." He looks over to Dustfingers. "Well, what are we waiting for? I say we need to get out of here!" He prepares to open the door.
"I can't remember much, but you all seems familiar, just like this big hammer." Devram shakes his head in puzzlement. "I remember my girlfriend, Joan. I remember her calling after me, yelling. Do you think she's here too? I can't remember much else. I don't even know how I got here. Or where 'here' is. Why would someone be holding us captive? Are we criminals?"
I'm traveling internationally tomorrow. I will likely be out of pocket until Friday. Feel free to bot Devram. Despite what he says, he's your violent smasher.
Devram looks over the items. "I don't recognize any of these..." He pauses then, seeing the long hammer. He picks up the lucerne hammer. This feels familiar. I remember the weight and the balance, but...something's off. My hands. My hands are wrong." He stares down at his hands, turning them over and over, and shaking his head. "I don't even know what that means." He shoulders the hammer and then wordlessly picks out several other items: armor, a scimitar, a shortsword, and other mundane items. "I swear I've never carried any of these things in my life. But then again, I've never killed anyone before. I'm not really a violent person."
Devram looks at the woman addressing him for a moment with a blank stare. "I...I think I'm ok. He...or it didnt really have a chance to attack me." His hand touches the staples running down his spine. "I dont know what happened, but it doesnt really hurt." "You all look familiar. You were in my dream, but there's something else too... My name is... " He pauses for several seconds, unsure of himself. "Devram," he finally says. "I think my name is Devram."
Devram's eyes widen as the doctor falls dead. "What...what did I do?!" He seems to shrink down, back into a normal silhouette without the bulk you saw a moment ago. "i...I killed him?! I didn't meant to! I...I just...he was hurting that man and..." He steps back with a pained cry, looking at his hands. "What did they do to me?" He looks around at the others. "Who are you? Do you know where we are? I...I can't remember anything. Joan! I have to get back to her! Oh no, what if she was hurt too!" When he spots the pile of bodies his face goes pale. "What is this place?"
Devram roars out of the cage, racing toward the doctor fighting with the catfolk woman. The man's skin suddenly seems to stretch and the stapled skin on his spine rips open. His muscles bulge in odd places and he swings his hands over his head to come down on the doctor.
Seeing the elf and catfolk exit their cage, Devram begins violently banging and shaking his own. [larger][larger]"GET ME OUT! OPEN IT NOW!!!"[/larger][/larger] The man isn't large, but the assault on the cage bars is wildly disproportional as he nearly tears the bars apart.
Devram pushes himself away from the bars nearest the doctor and the ensuing violence. "Holy shit! What the hell are you doing?!" He could feel something, just under his skin, like an air bubble trapped inside him. He was a stranger to such violence and the sight of it horrified him, but something else seemed to thrive on it and awaken. He realized he was panicking, pressed up against the opposite wall of the cell. "Oh gods, what is this place?" He whimpers again.
Devram whimpers loudly as he opens his eyes. Pain shoots through his body and he curls up again and whimpers again. He finally turns over at the sounds of shouting. He sees the masked doctor. "Who are you? What did you do to me?!" His hand goes up to the back of his head and he feels metal staples running down his spine.
Sorry, holidays were more all-consuming that I expected. Devram only remembers his girlfriend, Joan. GM, with the drawback Mark of Slavery would you rule that it's any skill check that doesn't meet some listed DC (likely spoilered)? If so, then Devram missed the DC of the perception check, then he probably has a -2 to his attack.
"Go! Run!" Devram yells at the others, whoever they were. The words come out in a hoarse croak. He hurls himself at the figure, a frightful feeling welling up inside him. He tries to push the creature back into the dangerous mists.
Checking in! Thanks for picking Devram! I'm traveling right now, but i can get to a real computer in a couple of days.
Here's some background for Devram Coates, a Aberrant Bloodrager. It's not necessarily what he might actually remember in the game, but it gives us a place to start. Devram has the mind-swapped trait, and he has sort of an alien abduction background. I plan to play that his progression as a Bloodrager is driven by whatever was done to him, not any conscious skill or improvement on his own part. Crunch is in the profile. Devram: Devram’s head swims with images. His parents, his favorite bar, Joan, lights, pain. Then the really weird stuff -- an alien feeling -- something in this mouth, crawling on his skin, metallic smells, and more pain. He tries to cling to the happy images. His parents, his brother and sister, their manor. He had grown up the son of a wealthy merchant who owned quarries and a silver mine. Devram and his siblings were groomed for different parts of the business. His sister had a head for figures and maintained the books. His brother studied stone and worked the mines, gaining the knowledge and credibility about their products. Devram made the deals. He remembered drinking and laughing with other merchants, celebrating a fruitful partnership. He had met Joan after one of those deals. A daughter of another merchant, she captivated him from the very beginning with her voice. Joan. He tries to hold on to the memory of her face. Soft features with raven black hair. She was sharp and witty. Her voice was both challenging and enticing. She sang. He loved to hear her sing. She could make him cry with a lonely song, or lift his spirits with a light-hearted tune. He hear her calling after him, yelling his name. Devram fought to get back to her. The singing stopped. Darkness and confusion. He had found himself somewhere strange. Someone speaking to him in a language he didn’t understand. He could feel them in his mind. He heard the sound of tools scraping on his bones. He screams, but it’s isn’t his voice that comes out. It isn’t even a mouth that’s screaming.
Jelani, as everyone has said, this was good different fun. I've played in a few of your games now and you always bring a good different feel to the games. And thanks for letting me try out a gutsy 6 Con fighter! To all the rest of you, it was good playing with everyone and best of luck on the boards. I bet we'll be seeing each other out there again.
"Finally! Khaan, that beauty is our ticket home!" Devram pushes through his exhaustion, continuing to paddle towards the large ship. "Hey! We're here!" he shouts.
Devram laughs as he sees the dragon fall to Penance and his butcher's blade. He slashes at the beast's face and cuts off a tentacle, catching it out of the air. He the proud joy is cut short however, when the island gives its retort. "To the boats! Whatever this place has left, I think it's going to throw it at us!" The Aldori scrambles towards one of the canoes.
"Holy Shit!" Devram exclaims as the tentacle-dragon lands right next to him, pinning Telemakos under its weight. The Aldori spins around the dragon, bringing him into a flanking position with Penance. He dances a deadly defensive form, cutting at the dragon first low and then high.
Potential Unarmed AOOs if attacked and missed:
If any of those AOOs hit, Snake Fang grants an extra AOO as an immediate action:
"Let's see what the bastard does first, Tele. If Penance can get him to land, I'll take the fast and see if I can make his day a nightmare." Devram crouches down, near the gnome, hoping to make himself a smaller target.
Devram only nods, afraid his speech might betray the fear the dragon-thing has put into him. He sprints behind the group towards Telemakos.
Now seeing multiple tentacle-dragons, Devram struggles to control his fear and shaking, but he manages to pour the oil onto his dueling sword. It begins to glow. The man takes several steps back from the beast, whether intentionally or not, you can't say.
Devram simply stares at the tentacled dragon flying above them. "Whoa. That is one ugly...thing." The Aldori retrieves a vial of oil from his belt and realizes his hand is shaking violently. He bring the hand in tightly to his body to stop the tremors. "I...I think we are in trouble." Devram bolts to the right, moving quickly away from the others.
Devram watches the longship crew just melt away before his eyes. He turns to the Hobgoblins around him. "See that? You going to let that happen to us? You're all dead. Those dragon-bastards have killed you. You want to live? Let's go kill them and take back our lives! Take back the lives of your women and children!" "Draw bows. Three groups. Cover each other."
"Go! Go! Go!" Devram screams as the men hustle about to get organized. He draws his dueling sword, trying to watch all of the dragon-spawn activity at once. "You heard Penance, stay together! Cover each other, and strike hard and fast! You want to live? You keep your wits and remember your training! And for gods' sake, kill them before they kill you!"
Devram merely nods at Penance's speech. The man had grown sullen in the last few days and it was clear he was looking forward to leaving the island. "Lets get moving and off this god forsaken place." He touches the hilt of his dueling sword and then looks up as if expecting the dragon himself.
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Devram spends most of the days helping guide the work on the boats as much as he can. He doesn't know anything about shipbuilding, but he could tell when the Khaan's men were taking shortcuts and when they had made mistakes in their carving and cutting. After three days, one of the hobgoblins has had enough of his direction and proceeds to mouth off to the Aldori, quickly escalating into a shouting match. The hobgoblin lunges for him, thinking the slim and sick man as weak. To his credit, the hobgoblin actually touches Devram before the swordsman's instincts kick in. In a blur of motion, the Aldori reverses the grip, traps the hobgolin's arm, delivers a punch to his ribs, and then sickeningly breaks the arm by forcing the elbow the opposite way. The work camp is silent for a breath before the hobgolin's screams fill the air. The arm hangs limp as he crashes to the floor. Devram wipes his brow, sweat coming from the heat and not exertion for once. He looks at Penance and Illante before walking off. "I'm ready to get out of here." The next day, Devram forsakes helping with the canoes. He remains in this room to meditate and try to find the calm center Artuso showed him thos many years ago.
The Aldori breathes hard, but he seems relatively fine. He whistles at the huge body of the giant. "Well, that ought to re-assure the Khaan. Let's hope he didn't have too many brothers and sisters."
Ok, Devram will forgo the Aldori gem of Steel net to get Evasion and keep his survivability up. Level 9
BAB: +2
Skills: Craft (Carpentry), Profession (Architect), Sense Motive, Intimidate, Knowledge (Enigneering), Perception Class Abilities:
Feats:
GM: Can you rule on the effect of Crane Riposte? Do I only get the AOO when using Crane Wing in Total Defense (i.e. completely deflect an attack) or would I get it if the +4 to AC makes the hit miss?
Devram looks at his dueling sword and then at the giant up in the air. He swears, giving Asmodeus a piece of his mind for saving him for this nightmare. "Illante, I think you'd better make this one count. Let's go."
As Devram darts in huge jaws close around the Aldori, biting him as he flails his dueling sword around ineffectively. Blood spurts out of his chest as Magnus drops Devram's lifeless body. The Aldori's eyes roll back to begin dreaming of actual dueling opponents.
Devram grunt and exhales sharply as he sees his attempt to intimidate the dragon went largely unnoticed. Feeling the extra vigor provided by Telemakos' spell, Devram cuts to the east behind Arames, making a wide arc around the half-dragon before moving swiftly towards its flank. The Aldori tries to dodge any attacks at he closes and slashes at the beast, taking his familiar sinuous stance.
Devram avoids most of the acid, but he still takes enough to heavily scar the Agent. Some of it is healed by Penance, and the Aldori stands tall even with his wounds.
Devram rushes out, already breathing hard. The effects of the march was still weighing on him and it took effort to bring up his sword in a simple guard position. Then, in a flourish, he whirls the blade around, tossing it into the air, catching it with his off-hand and then rolling it around his back. It lands back into his sword hand and he grins at the dragon-giant. "Well, come on, then. We can't kill off the dragon's entire line with you just standing there."
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