It was great fun while it lasted. Thank you to GMs two, you both were top notch, and my fellow players it was a blast while it lasted. See some of you still on the boards in other guises.
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I am good with a slow down.
Ring of Protection +1, or the adamantine morningstar are the only two items that can benefit Honani. The Ring all the time, the morningstar would be very situational as he is built for polearm & shield. I'd take the ring if that is ok.
As the last sinspawn emerges from the dregs of the fountain Honani steels himself. His muscles were at their limit, burning with lactic acid build up. Every movement a Herculean effort. Only his warrior training on the Cinderlands allowed him the muscle memory to thrust, and cover. With one last he skewers the last sinspawn. Bleeding from multiple wounds, chest heaving in exertion, he falls to one knee drinking in the stale dungeon air like a drowning man. He pushes off the floor and rises to his feat, a broad grin on his face. "What sport! I had not know how soft Sandpoint was making me. A year ago I would not have broken a sweat." he coughs up a bit of phlegm and hocks it into the corner. "Is that it? Did we do it?" Emerging victorious from the unknown dungeon, he feels a sense of jubilation. He allows the others to converse with him if they choose to, usually only allowing his race-sister and the teacher that honor. Honani spends the next few day enjoying the attention from his new found status, drinking a bit too much each night. After a few days, he wakes up feeling worse for the wear and decides that he needs to leave the city for a time, to spend time outside the civilized confines of the small town. He packs a small knapsack with some essentials, and on his way out of the Rusty Dragon Marissia approaches him. "Honani? My father is a scholar of Ancient Thassilon -- the culture that made the ruins below town. I've arranged for him to examine the ruins we discovered, but with that invisible creature still on the loose he needs guards. I was planning on going with him the first few days, but I would feel much better if you were to go with him. He might need protection. And, well, you're so strong, and... Startled, Honani looks the school teacher in the eye. "I had planned on something else. But you, my Race-Sister, the others have been generous to me. For this kindness I will repay you by protecting your father. My blood before his, my life before his, to my dying breath I swear." He grabs her hand and places her palm over his heart, his muscles twitching underneath her hand.
So I am not complaining, but I will say that as cool as it is to level up a lot (and we all love to level) I feel that we are grossly under-equipped. I have never played RL, but is it supposed to be like this?
Again - not complaining. Love this game and the people in it (just miss inara14)
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Feat: Missle Shield
Sweet. I’ll level up over the weekend.
Honani exhales before leaning on his glaive. "You are all more learned than I. It does make sense to destroy this artifact before it can spawn more enemies, yet our enemy is devious. I shall focus my attention on killing the spawn of the pool while you guard me." Hoping his friends agree with his plan, he hefts hos glaive and klar in a defensive position, read to strike the first spawn that appears.
Honani's walks to each of the downed sinspawns and slices off a trophy. He moves to each member of the rag-tag group and presents them with a memento of their minor victory by the fountain. Knowing that he did little to contribute to the fight, he hides his shame building like a thundercloud on his heart. "You are all very wise, city-folk. Can we not drain the fountain or destroy it? I do not like it creating enemies to our back as we explore. "And I feel that should we encounter our invisible adversary once again, our weapons might be too weak to fight it, though our arms are up to the challenge." he inadvertently flexes his enlarged bicep. "We need some sort of tactical advantage. But time is not on our side. Shall we press on? Does anyone need a short rest?" without waiting for an answer Honani moves towards the northeast door to open it.
So much is happening that if it were not for Honani's warrior training he would be unable to process all the information. Luckily the Shoanti of the Cinderlands were a race accustomed to fierce battle. Crying out for the first time, he steps around Tamiko's hitting the lemure, and Trinity slicing up the sinspawn. It was time to Honani to do what he does best. Ducking under Marissia's magical cold attack, he thrusts his glaive-guisarme at where Marissia is shooting.
Did my bad rolling break the game?
Silently thanking Trinity for dispatching of the sinspawn before them, Honani rushes forward to engage the sinspawn attacking his race sister.
Just to be extra clear about my attack. I forgo the power attack damage to move it five steps back I also took a 5 foot step back. Being 10 feet away if he goes to attack me I would get an attack of opportunity. This will be a very common form of attack for me going forward. Let me know if you have any questions
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Honani yells to his race sister, "Take a care. These creatures are relentless. Try not to get bit, if you would." Seeing the sinspawn close in on him, Honani pushes out with his glaive trying to move the sinspawn back.
After his attack the Shoanti take a small step back.
Happy to be back in fight, Honani rolls onto the balls of his feet and pushes forward to the northeast of the fountain. Approaching the sinspawn, Honani crouches low behind his klar and thrusts out with his glaive. His anger lends him strength and he leans into his attack.
Cool it’s working. For now. :/
Figures - I'm ready to head back to the glassworks.
Do we have a Loot Sheet - do we even have any Loot? Just wondering if we could/should shop with the down time.
It was a challenging last few hours for Honani. His reflects on the successes and failures his recent exploits looking for ways to improve. After visualizing his battles and once again constructing his movements, he walks a short way out of town. Sitting cross-legged in the grass, he can still smell the smells of civilization, but gratefully muted this time. He slows his breathing and closes his eyes, immersing himself in thoughts that bring a smile to his face. Somewhere between breathe 418 and 438 his meditation became a full on slumber. Waking with the sun moved on the horizon, he walks back to the Rusty Dragon and his sparse accommodations. There he checks and rechecks his equipment looking for an defects. At the appropriate time, he rejoins the others, steeling himself to face the evils below the Glassworks.
Honani contemplates what Ameiko asks. Eager to redeem his honor, and once again face the horrors below the Glassworks, Honani is not a youth in the beginning of his seasons. There was once a time when he would have charged in there, alone, klar and glaive-guisarme at the ready to fight and die in a blaze of glory. But time and wisdom has tempered the Shoanti's fury. He was no less eager to regain his honor and represent the well deserved reputation that the Shoanti possessed for their fighting prowess, but this time he looked to his city friends. Ones he once thought of weak, now he is reconsidering that quick appraisement. "I for one need to regain my strength. What of the rest of you?" the Shonati silently hopes that the others need the rest also, but steels himself should they choose to go now.
The cold sweat beaded the Shoanti's forehead. From the time he could walk he was trained in the warrior ways of Sklar-Quah. Bow, sword, shield, all were as familiar to him as riding the horses of the Storval Plateau. Yet this cursed metamorphosis his body was undergoing, this was something that the Skoan-Quah would know about. As Father Holy Man, then friend after friend failed to cure him, Honani's worries and doubts, usually repressed completely out of his mind, wiggled up through the cracks in his mental defense. Marrisia, the mousy school teacher, blessedly reads the scroll. The curative magics penetrate deep inside him, expunging the horror within. Honani spends a few minutes lying on the floor before wiping his mouth. Standing to his full height, he keeps his back to the group to regain his composure. He slowly turns towards Marrisia. "School Teacher, thank you ... for what you did. For what you saved me from. I will not forget this, now or when the sun stops to shine. I will repay this. You have my word." he pulls her into a strong embrace before releasing her with a kiss on the both cheeks. "Any you Trinity, though you and the Father Holy Man failed, I am honored that you tried. I also am indebted to you both." he crosses his arms and bows to them. Retreating slightly, he allows the others to decide their next course of action.
Not sure if that worked or not but I am traveling today and can not properly respond since it might be my last post as Honani.
”Father Holy Man make me well enough to fight again like a true Shoanti. “ Honani eyes reveal his fear inside.
Honani stares in disbelief at his clump of hair as he tries to swallow some water from his skin. The water only goes down with a large gurgle. ”Yes, best for me to see this Father Holy Man. “ Honani eyes start to widen in panic.
Frustrated that he was never really able to adequately defend himself, Honani breathes heavily as the more learned members of the group explore the ruins. Trinity’s words do little to comfort him
”I do not feel well. Should I seek a holy man or woman?” Honani asks ignoring the historical significance of Trunity’s find.
This thing still stuck on his face, it’s tongue trying to enter his mouth, brought Honani back to his youth and the pretty Paithoon. She had eyes like a cat and long, silky hair. On the night of the full moon they snuck out of camp to the lake. Sitting on a rock for hours they talked about their hopes and dreams. Honani’s desire to avenge his father’s shame and become a great warrior, Paithoon’s desire to leave the Shoanti and see the world. Finally Honani worked up the courage to kiss the pretty girl. Her embrace was more enthusiastic than he expected as her tongue entered his mouth, and cheek, and face. That was the last time he meet Paithoon for a late night rendezvous. Focused back to the present, locked in a mortal fight, he once again lashes out with his klar.
As a true warrior Honani was used to terrible situations. He had faced death on many occasions and lived to tell the tale. He had seen creatures deadly and viscous, innocent and lethal, and enemies unknown. But this thing on his face caused the hairs on the back of his neck rise, his stomach roil, and his blood burn. Fighting the rising panic in him, he once again lashes out with his klar.
Once again able to use his limbs, he swipes his klar across his face to detach the creature from its deathly embrace.
Honani rises his klar in an attempt to keep the strange creature from his face.
Completely oblivious to his effects on the school teacher, Honani bristles as Trinity suggests Marissia lead the group. His chauvinistic sensibilities taking over, Honani hurries in front of Marissia until they reach the skeletal fountain. Who died to adorn this? he muses as he observes the contents past the door.
Again Honani cruses the architect of this horrible place.
Steeling himself, Honani prepares to press on into this most unholy of houses.
"Then let us backtrack, so see if there are other places we can find Tsuto." Turning on his heels, Honani starts to stalk back the hallway, examining the area as he goes.
For the first time, Honani feels the sliver of fear as he encounters this strange room that defies the rules of nature. He defers to his more knowledgeable city-friends as to how to proceed. Surprised at the bravery the school teacher shows, he tries to guide her as best he can as he pushes her into the room.
At a dead end, Honani looks to the others, "Shall we backtrack and try to push on, or rest and recover outside of this twisted nightmare?"
More wounded pride than greviously wounded, Honani shakes his off to stave Marissia off. After slicing off the sinspawn's ear, Honani addresses his new friends. "Shall we continue?" he looks to where the goblin met its fate under the floor. "We should at least look for any usable items from the dead."
Pretty standard level up for Honani except for my bonus feat Pushing Assault If you are wielding a weapon in two hands, push the target 5' back instead of dealing power attack damage.
So how do you want to handle the level up?
Seeing his race-sister fall to these monstrosities, Honani attacks with all his fervor.
Honani again inches around his foe, hoping to gain a tactical advantage before once again attacking with his klar.
Honani curses under his breath as he continually misses these new foes. Knowing that time is short and that there is little space, he steps to the north and pushes out with his klar.
Tamiko if you miss with shocking grasp you don’t lose the charge. It stays active until you hit/touch something. So try again next round.
Honani sees that his friends are in real trouble here. Crouched behind his klar, he once again stabs out at the sinspawn.
Excited at the prospect of more honorable killings, Honani lets his hunters instincts take over. In his familiar battle stance, he trusts out with his glaive, trying for accuracy over power this time.
Yet his glaive misses wide.
As the creatures falls to Tamiko's blow, Honani walks up to it and slices off a portion of his lower jaw.
His blood lust momentarily abated Honani looks at the statue. "This looks old. And evil. But its lore is beyond me. I feel it is a clue to something important, but I will leave that to the more learned of our group." Quickly checking his equipment for defects or flaws from his previous battles, once Honani is secure he is in fighting order, he nods at the others. "I say the door." but waits for approval from the others before approaching it.
"What monstrosity is this? I swear that Tsuto will pay for this." Rasising his klar in a defensive position, crouching low, Honani once grips the shaft of his glaive-guisarme. Resting the foremost portion on the notch in his klar, the shoanti steps forward and pokes out.
Trying to calm his accelerated breathing, Honani turns and follows the group back through the passage.
Swearing loudly, Honani turns to the group. "I forgive you, Trinity, for your mistake. But I will have my vengeance on Tsuto." Brooding quickly, Honani decides to take his frustrations out of the goblins by the trash pile. Shouldering his glaive, ruses down the slope until he is in position to attack and strikes out. if they are goblins:
"Nice work Trinity." compliments Honani as he rounds the corner to the left.
" the Shoanti screams as the man disengages from combat and runs. "Come weak city folk, follow me and let us end this fight!" Honani races headlong to pursue Tsuto.
The elation that Honani felt at hearing the bones crunch beneath his klar quickly dissipates as Tsuto's punch numbs Honani's arm. He almost loses his grip on his glaive, though the weapon was too large to wield in such tight quarters. "No, Tsuto, do not give up. Let us continue to solve this like men. No quarter asked, no quarter given. I will show you what it is to fight a true shoanti." Honani howls a battle cry as he stabs out with his klar once again.
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