VERY nice. I was grinning at the last line with delight
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Ha! In Riddleport, I can see it! Nice work
Glad you guys liked :)
I keep thinking that there's this big statue display of all the heroes in Kyonin now that elves will have to put up with for centuries! I imagine that either the half elf population just doubled over the next decade thanks to Lefrik if he insisted on keeping up his ways, or maybe he actually found 'the one' among some half elf lass who he felt was treated unkindly due to her half elf nature and he became quite the sedate family man himself? Not sure of his final fate... but I Hope folks don't mind that bit of flash fiction in the game play thread. :) I do know I had a blast, and this was a great group so thank you all for being patient with me and for the incredible RP. As for the new game? Hey, if it's open, I'm in! Hope to see the rest of you sometime again when more free time is in your lives. Thanks again
Somewhere in the North-: Oleg the Giant Bane was surprised by the messenger that came to his place. Elves were rare in the Linnorm Kingdoms, not unheard of, but this one certainly was a southlander. Still, a guest was a guest ,and a messenger was a messenger was let into his hall.
"Your business? " Oleg Giantbane said "Before you partake of our food and mead?" At the word 'mead' the elf made a face as if he was asked to suckle directly from a goat, but it passed before offense could be taken, "You are Oleg, father of Lefrik Demon-Harrier?" Oleg rose confused, "Lefrik? Little Lefrik? Demon Harrier? What... is my son alive?" Oleg would not be surprised if Lefrik had died. His youngest son could be reckless at times. The boy did not always think things through. It was possible he had died heroically against a monster too great for him, or at the hands of an angry husband whose wife had hidden her status for the night. "Alive, and well, as are many more thanks to him," The Elf said, "He asks that I give to you this message from him, and this sword," The elf unwrapped the leathers from a great two handed blade, "This is Stormbite. A weapon he used during part of his journey though not his favored one." Oleg was impressed by the blade, it was a fine one, a good weapon, but he was even more pleased as he read the letter and began to grin at what it said, in summary at least "My son is a hero?" "Yes," The Elf comments. "And an Elf friend?" Oleg verified. "He and the others are more than elf friends, they have been saviors of elf kind" The messenger said, "He has earned great renown and reward among us..and beyond." Oleg beamed with pride, realizing that his seventh born has proven to be as great as any of his offspring, perhaps having done more yet! And, again he looked at Stormbite, "Ah, it does make a father proud. I see also that he has kept my lucky javelin." "Javelin?" the courier said, he remembered no such thing and was unaware it wast lost if not destroyed deep in the darklands. "Oh yes, my lucky javelin," Oleg puffed up "I trust he used it well. That thing NEVER missed!"
"I really want the elves to make those statues of us," Lefrik says. "But I might be the only one who wants to talk sense to the elves so... whatever everyone prefers."
Lefrik is unimpressed that the demon has written copies of plans. After all, he knows a GOBLIN who can write (Better than he can to be honest, but the point is it's not a rare skill) "Somehow I think a 'matter of time' could mean many centuries. We'll tell the elves. That long life span of theirs should be good for that kind of thing." A grunt "Ready to go."
Lefrik woots a bit as they fly, tired but at least it's exciting... Soon it gets REALLY exciting as they are buffeted by the rush of the explosion that throws them into the freezing sea. He's no real grasp of wizardcraft but he's pretty sure if not for Anklebiter's spells, they'd be burned, then frozen then burning.. Then finally the surface, another breath and... a six armed woman thing
He doesn't reach for his sword and does as AB says "I'd say I didn't expect a recruitment speech," Lefrik snorts
Definitely sad to 'lose' Lefrik but also glad he lived to see his happy ending so to speak and still looking forward to the closing chapter... You guys have been great to play with!
Ha!
The Barbarian sucks in his gut to be a lighter burden (That's how it works right?) as they make their way to safety.. or so they hope.
I hope Lefrik had 28 rounds (Double the fourteen rounds of combat beserk) to rest before we blew things up, otherwise he's fatigued and unable to run! Yipes?
So we are healed up (Thanks to Kel) and buffed with protections (Thanks to AB) *Breaks popcorn out and waits to see how much was spent on the FX budget for this*
Lefrik rises to his feet again as the suggestion to get ready goes on, "Yes." He nods to Kel, "Thanks again, Kel." and he looks at all his friends at this what is their moment of.. victory. How odd. Kindhearted Kel, one of the goodliest women he'd ever had the pleasure to know, who had made him consider his own faith in Desna with more respect. Brave Bruendor, seeking some redemption for some failure of Dwarven culture, and yet here he was- saving who knew how many over the land in his steadfast way. Calla, who was as deadly with a bow as any huntress among the ulfen, and even deadlier with her tongue, but they were right, her fierce friendship might cut, but it was strong as steel. And then Anklebiter, another pariah, a goblin no less, who he trusted with his life utterly and considered a friend. Perhaps even his best friend. This is good. He looks about, This is how it should be. Us,gathered in one last circle, to help the world that may never understand any of us. Where it will go from here, I don't know. We might yet die for all I know, abruptly and suddenly... we may live, then part, but this moment? It's good. I will take it with me beyond my death. Thank you, Desna. I longed to be a hero, so you put me in the company of heroes. If I am one, it is because they showed this ale sucking loud mouthed ulfen how. And he smiles.
It was brilliant work for the greatest of Goblin wizards (mind you, there isn't much competition for that title I suspect) :)
Lefrik's rage has ended, and with it, a deep exhaustion, "I... that was a masterful stroke, Brue.." A long breath "I... find exploding this place would be gratifying but maybe disabling the glyph?" He kneels and takes a moment "I never kept the rage that long in my life."
I think the real big bad was the DIE Roller! But yes, tense. I kept WAITING to roll a one on one of those fort saves. At least there the dice were kind
Lefrik charges forward, "You will not hurt my friends!"
Then he steps back in confusion as.. well, THAT happened.
[B]Fortitude[/ooc]
*Sighs at the die roller* Pardon, I just gotta test something
Lefrik isn't in the mood to bargain, or negotatiate with this woman. If she surrenders maybe he'll snap out of his rage, but now? No . Let the sting burn. Let her try.
Lefrik is a blur and closes again even as flames go wild.. the protective spell holding burns at bay And he is on Allevrah once more.
Well, bad rolls to hit aside, hopefully Lefrik can keep the bad guy's attention and her focus on him so the rest of you can save the day
(Lefrik's action) Lefrik is not subtle in his defiance, while beserk he manages a curse regarding Allevrah birth , one the world's ugliest goat, the foulest smelling liquors, and a blindfold.. on the goat. Really you'd have to speak Ulfen to grasp the fullness of the insult but that should give one the pointers.
but we digress in the narration. Lefrik races upon Allevrah with speed that might surprise her and lashes yet one more time. Eventually, he will wear her down! Or die trying.
Sorry for delay there, but was hoping that dispel would go off on that blade barrier and work which it did. Once again, the oracle save the barbarian's hide!
The raging barbarian rolls to his knees, slams the ground and then gets to his feet streaking towards the dark elf.
I'm sorry, that was my outside voice. :) Sounds great to me, AB
I am rolling 5s and lower all over the place.
Whew, THANK YOU, Kel!
The Barbarian is dead as soon as his rage stops. He is dead if he takes another blow and then Kelendra restores him! Bones knit, blood refills the veins. He is still not pretty, but then, he doesnt' need pretty to kill this drow.
Hope everyone had a great 4th of July this weekend (Or First earlier if you're Canadian!)
Lefrik's flesh is flayed like a thousand whip llashes at once. Exactly how he's alive...well, maybe the Barbarian doesn't know he should be dead.
Lefrik is now near the priestess and another drow, with a mad grin, he says in elvish "Well, you got the Sunshine savage near you. The phrase 'be careful what you wish for' mean anything to you?" And he slashes at the priestess before him
I suspect that stone skin is about to get a work out
Lefrik's mind is lost in rage, and so when someone ASKS to be his next target? Well, why even resist. He'll go through a dozen cuts to kill that #$##$#!
In a silence spell, no one can hear you rage! So, the hapless drow warrior remaining won't hear the barbarian racing towards him like a crazed wolverine hopped up on Linnorm Battle Mead. Even his keen elven ears won't hear the footfalls of the padded shoes slamming against hte ground as man much bigger than any elf gets closer...and closer. But there's no doubt he sees this silent fury coming. Details will come into focus
Sword? Oh craa... and Lefrik seeks to disembowel him
And apparently attacks the dark elf's cloak
Lefrik sees his friend go down and shifts to pull attention away from Brue if he can.
Lefrik slashes hoping to finish off this foe if Calla doesn't beat him to it, or perhaps clear another down if she does.
Lefrik lunges forward and zags to give a clearer shot to the often irked inquisitor as he works on a drow's flank
Man, the amount of ones to hit I've been rolling.
Lefrik 's rage flows but somewhere through it, he hears the others yelling things. Fine, he'll try harder to HIT the damn thing. "DIE VROCK!"
Lefrik certainly doesn't seem sluggish as he turns all his fury on the Vrok before him.
Very sorry, will try to post later tonight
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