Folloch Teag's page

"If it weren't for you meddling adventurers and your bunny. Ugh...." *THUD!*

Bunny misses!

Bunnies (and other Tiny or smaller creatures) can't flank.

Bunny Owner hits regardless!

Me and My Shadow both miss!

Young Whipper-Snapper hits!

And because we felt bad for the Johnny-Come-Lately:

A battered Teag takes a step back and produces an apparently empty (or perhaps clear fluid-filled) vial and pops the cork.

"Uh... That was just a warm up! Now you shall see the power of a true believer of Razmir! BWAHAHAHAHA! Marvel at the mayhem!"

Tawner AoO!

Lydia attempts to buffet Teag's mind with a fleeting glimpse of his own mortality.

Daze, DC 14.

Lydia is out of range (Daze has a range of 25' + 5'/2CL). What else you got?

Teag dramatically intones the words written upon the unfurled scroll.

And laughs as the ground beneath the Black Maiden suddenly becomes as slick as ice!

"The game has just begun!"

Maiden - Reflex save DC 11 or fall prone. Also moving across the grease could prove difficult (see link).

Dropping the scroll he moves toward the maiden with his knife.

"You will kneel before me before this day is out!" He says with all the flair of a stage villain.

The jerk's Will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Now he misses, and Zaratina does not have burden of guilt of helping to strike down an unarmed man on her conscious.

"Curses!" Teag says dramatically as his blade slides wide of Zaratina. Then Hallimir brings his blade to bear and the strangely talented cleric of Razmir topples to the ground. "If- if it weren't you adventurers... and your dog...."

He seems to loose consciousnesses.

Arathorn's arrow goes way wide. On top of everything else, Arathorn takes a -4 for firing at a target in melee.

Teag kicks angrily at the wolf who finds some leg under the thick robes and through his magically armored aura. "Away you cur!"

Zaratina slips on the ground for a moment before regaining her footing. She steps out of the greased patch and moves around Teag to flank him with the wolf.

If his scepter counts as a weapon or he has Improved Unarmed Attack or a boot knife, she provokes an AOO.

In the hand without the scroll (which he drops as a free action), Teag brandishes a big wavy knife.

"And you as well!"

wavy dagger v Zaratina (AoO, inspired): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 1 = 18 damage: 1d4 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 + 1 = 4

Despite the knife wound to her arm, Zaratina still manages to stab the man with her trident. He screams.

"You will kneel before me before this day is out!"

With a twist of his wrist he points the bejeweled rod at his three prisoners held in place by the crowd, Teag utters the magical phrase: "Ohwah! Tagoo! Siam!"

And! Nothing seems to happen....

Teag inspects the rod, and tries again. Nothing. He turns it over in his hands again, pounds the butt of its pommel and still nothing. On of the guards comes over and wraps it gently on the stage floor, and hands it back. Squat.

The crowd begins to murmur. Teag raises his hands and silences them

"WAIT! Wait my children! Wait right here. I shall be right back.... I just need to fetch something. Hold these strays until my return!" And with that he hops from the stage and heads north with one of the guards in tow.

The crowd around seems to look a bit confused.

Map updated. There are about five or six hundred people of all sorts in the crowd. Dominic starts in the inn. It doesn't matter much, but I moved him to the window next to the front door.

At this point in the sermon the woman that Dominic was chatting up the night before mounts the stage and after being cleared by the guard, whispers into the the Mayor's ear.

“Ah! My dearest children," Teag says turning back to the crowd in a soothing tone. "It appears some stray lambs have wandered into our flock!"

And suddenly several dozen large individual grasp: Lucy, Mara, Tawner, Lydia, dragging them (and by default Fomalhaut) to the front edge of the crowd, right before the masked mayor who waits patiently.

"Surely Razmir can uncloud the minds of these wayward souls and set them on his righteous path!” With a flourish he reveals a jeweled scepter from beneath his voluminous robes. The gemstones studded along its golden length reflect the sunlight above in dramatic fashion.

Map updated. There are about five or six hundred people of all sorts in the crowd. The majority of the party has been moved on the map to the space just before the 10-foot stage. Dom is still inside the VIth Inn.

"And for a moment there I thought there was hope." Teag says disappointed. He turns to his guard and says in a hissed whisper: "Make it quick."

Hallimir over-throws the alchemist fire into the heart of the crowd where it explodes into a fiery wave across several hemmed in villagers. People begin screaming.

1d8 ⇒ 5 fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

He then steps out from behind the building into the path of the Mayor, drawing his blade as he does so, and shouts "MAYOR TEAG......THAT IS FAR ENOUGH, Hand over the scepter!!!"

"Ooo. That's quite a pitching arm you've got there." Teag says looking at the fire.

He turns back to Hallimir. "Shouldn't you be off to help those people? That's what heroes do isn't it? That is what you think you are isn't it--a hero. Don't let me stop you."

With a twist of his wrist he points the bejeweled rod at his three prisoners held in place by the crowd, Teag utters the magical phrase: "Ohwah! Tagoo! Siam!"

And! Nothing seems to happen....

Teag inspects the rod, and tries again. Nothing. He turns it over in his hands again, pounds the butt of its pommel and still nothing. On of the guards comes over and wraps it gently on the stage floor, and hands it back. Squat.

The crowd begins to murmur. Teag raises his hands and silences them

"WAIT! Wait my children! Wait right here. I shall be right back.... I just need to fetch something. Hold these strays until my return!" And with that he hops from the stage and heads north with one of the guards in tow.

“Ah! My dearest children," Teag says addressing the crowd in a soothing tone. "It appears some stray lambs have wandered into our flock! Surely Razmir can uncloud the minds of these wayward souls and set them on his righteous path!” With a flourish he reveals a jeweled scepter from beneath his voluminous robes. The gemstones studded along its golden length reflect the sunlight above in dramatic fashion.

Map updated. There are about five or six hundred people of all sorts in the crowd. Hallimir and Atticus can start anywhere with in reason that Hallimir's player would like to on the map.