Are the X's all bad guys? am I KHA ( I think so) is it the next round?
shooting into combat minus = ?
Kha-Chik unfurls her wings in the limited space, enhancing a skip across the tiled floor and landing lightly on the other side of the chamber. Firing on the run, she nails one of the nobles square on, flipping the man around and away from Aso. Holdrus oversees the fight with the critical eye of a veteran gladiator and goalie, knocking anyone who strays too far from the melee back into play, as Shenker makes for the hole in the wall at a rush.
The half-elf spellcaster, beaten badly, blows a wad of blood clear of his nostril and glares forebodingly towards the invaders. “I may have overestimated my ability to entomb the weapons, but I can still prove my worthiness to the mistress!” Arrow-pierced palm to the ground, the man draws arcane power into his lithe frame with shocking speed, undaunted by the environmental damage around him. The nearby mud-filled pools instantly desiccate, leaving behind blackened ash, and the hardy scrub plants outside darken and curl, leaving behind only sterile earth. From his remaining hand streak three orbs of concentrated light, striking MalaKi unerringly about the face, neck, and head (
Refusing the heed the pain of the repeated magical impacts, MalaKi dances into close contact with the half-elf, loosing a rapid series of elbows and kicks. Off balance, it takes the caster several seconds to realize the bloodied trophy MalaKi proudly flaunts is his own windpipe, before falling over motionless, crown toppling from his head.
Hesitant, and a bit apprehensive about raking his companions with fire a second time, Zuko assumes a defensive posture near Holdrus, waiting for the battle to come to him instead. Under no similar compunctions, Aso brains one of the nobles with his stunted greatclub.
The black dagger thrown by Radik blinks out of existence momentarily, before returning to his grasp with a low “schlorp” of reentry into this dimension. The tall man circles at a measured pace, searching for his next victim. As he does so, three small humanoid creatures of flame materialize near the head of the slain caster, seizing up the crown and protecting it at the instruction of the daggers he wields.
Skarsnikt continues to vex the large woman, crushing his opponent with the four armed grasp of an arena trained bruiser, while his compatriot Kreen rushes the second woman, who almost-but-not-quite sidesteps the assault, instead receiving a horrid horizontal gash across her abdomen.
Wriggling like a silt eel, Faindrac slips downward through the bonds of his oppressors, flopping upon the floor momentarily before jumping upright, staff in hand. Emboldened by Kirrish’s rushing attack, Marada takes a downward swipe at the wounded flaxen woman, though her thin blade is knocked aside by the woman’s own, resulting in mocking rebukes from the woman, the woman’s blade, and Marada’s own weapon!
Witnessing the slaying of the half-elf and the loss of possession of the crown, the nobles decide to cut their losses and disengage, attempting to follow Shenker through the melted opening.
Refusing to join their cowardly comrades, the muscle-bound woman slaps Skarsnikt below the chin with the alternate end of the githka, driving his head upwards and leaving a rough furrow of exposed flesh (). The second woman redoubles her efforts as well, punching forward at Marada with the grayish blade and missing by a mere hairsbreadth, sword passing barely below her armpit.
Radwank!!! Hrrmmm....
Attack Your Opponent
You can make an attack with an unarmed strike, natural weapon, or light weapon against another character you are grappling. You take a -4 penalty on such attacks.
Faindriac spends a brief moment brushing himself off, and giving the pile of his would-be tacklers a disdainful look. Sparing an extra moment to admire MalaKi's handiwork.
'THAT was FUN! Let's go get some Shir'rik oil and do it again!'
'Really Cair, How you choose to amuse yourself is entirely up to you. But kindly stop attempting to drag me down to your level. Now. These must be subdued before they can attempt bodily harm upon me again. And I wish to keep them alive, for information of course, so,... Ah, This should do it.'
Faindriac takes a step back from the pile of attackers that seem to still think he is under there somewhere, subtly flicks a bit of sand in the air, and holds up Cair' D'Niaf. A beam of light leaps from the Psicrystal, turning into a shimmering rainbow beam as it crosses the sand. The colored light plays across the bodies of his attackers and anyone else that happens to be on the other side of them, and illuminates Faindriac's face in a glimmer that makes his sardonic grin look positively evil.
Each creature within the cone is affected according to its Hit Dice.
2 HD or less
The creature is unconscious, blinded, and stunned for 2d4 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round. (Only living creatures are knocked unconscious.)
3 or 4 HD
The creature is blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, then stunned for 1 round.
5 or more HD
The creature is stunned for 1 round.
"Foul softshell", Skarsnikt hisses, "stop your twistiness." He tightens his grip and, almost as an afterthought, snaps his manibles around the muscular woman's neck.
Under no similar compunctions, Aso brains one of the nobles with his stunted greatclub.
He still alive?
"S..s...stop movin' b..b..b..bigjob!"
Shenker's still running away, isn't he?
Radwank!!! Hrrmmm....
"Degenerate..."
Radik throws Lady Dusk in a vicious arc towards the nearest opponent, the evil blade whispering seductive nothings to the night.
Check your recent posts; it might still be there.
Found it Fain....
Faindriac spends a brief moment brushing himself off, and giving the pile of his would-be tacklers a disdainful look. Sparing an extra moment to admire MalaKi's handiwork.
'THAT was FUN! Let's go get some Shir'rik oil and do it again!'
'Really Cair, How you choose to amuse yourself is entirely up to you. But kindly stop attempting to drag me down to your level. Now. These must be subdued before they can attempt bodily harm upon me again. And I wish to keep them alive, for information of course, so,... Ah, This should do it.'
Faindriac takes a step back from the pile of attackers that seem to still think he is under there somewhere, subtly flicks a bit of sand in the air, and holds up Cair' D'Niaf. A beam of light leaps from the Psicrystal, turning into a shimmering rainbow beam as it crosses the sand. The colored light plays across the bodies of his attackers and anyone else that happens to be on the other side of them, and illuminates Faindriac's face in a glimmer that makes his sardonic grin look positively evil.
[spoiler]
Each creature within the cone is affected according to its Hit Dice.
2 HD or less
The creature is unconscious, blinded, and stunned for 2d4 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round. (Only living creatures are knocked unconscious.)
3 or 4 HD
The creature is blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, then stunned for 1 round.
5 or more HD
The creature is stunned for 1 round.
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Found it Fain..
Faindriac spends a brief moment brushing himself off, and giving the pile of his would-be tacklers a disdainful look. Sparing an extra moment to admire MalaKi's handiwork.
'THAT was FUN! Let's go get some Shir'rik oil and do it again!'
'Really Cair, How you choose to amuse yourself is entirely up to you. But kindly stop attempting to drag me down to your level. Now. These must be subdued before they can attempt bodily harm upon me again. And I wish to keep them alive, for information of course, so,... Ah, This should do it.'
Faindriac takes a step back from the pile of attackers that seem to still think he is under there somewhere, subtly flicks a bit of sand in the air, and holds up Cair' D'Niaf. A beam of light leaps from the Psicrystal, turning into a shimmering rainbow beam as it crosses the sand. The colored light plays across the bodies of his attackers and anyone else that happens to be on the other side of them, and illuminates Faindriac's face in a glimmer that makes his sardonic grin look positively evil.
[spoiler]
Each creature within the cone is affected according to its Hit Dice.
2 HD or less
The creature is unconscious, blinded, and stunned for 2d4 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round. (Only living creatures are knocked unconscious.)
3 or 4 HD
The creature is blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, then stunned for 1 round.
5 or more HD
The creature is stunned for 1 round.
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Marada dances into battle a twirling flurry of limbs followed by the arcing gleam of Gregale.1d20+5=23 crit
confirmed 1d20+5=19
Zuko moves to flank any foe Holdrus is fighting.
"Foul softshell", Skarsnikt hisses, "stop your twistiness." He tightens his grip and, almost as an afterthought, snaps his manibles around the muscular woman's neck.
If possible, Kirrish grabs the closest opponent and makes a full attack.
4 claws: 1d20+6=25, 1d4+3=5, 1d20+6=15, 1d4+3=7, 1d20+6=24, 1d4+3=4, 1d20+6=14, 1d4+3=4 Metaphysical claw has not been factored in; to be fair, I think the first one will likely be the recipient as it would be the "main hand", so a 26 and a 6 for attack and damage.
I'm still scared, right?
Shoot another arrow into combat
to hit roll: 12+9 (+2 if str applicable)
sorry, boards have not been letting me post last several days for some reason.
"Longing declaration: The Kreen egg-hatcher great great Queen ones ask and this one only willing, no turn away."
Radik stands, frozen and Teal'c-like.
There's nothing to fear....but....hrrrrrmmm....
Fear is the mindkiller
It is the little death
that brings total annihilation
Marada is smokin hot, her dark tanned skin is wet with the sheen of battle sweat, her supple perfect nipples erect as she stand poised on her long tan legs and perfectly jeweled feet. Her face beautiful yet demonic in rage is seen in moments from her swinging hair that cascades down in front of her dark eyes...
Here's what I have so far, only missing a move from MalaKi, who I know has a tough time posting from work:
Ka-Chik-Chik-Ka (Ranged attack)
Holdrus (Casting color spray)
Shrenker (Running - recovers outside due to death of caster)
MalaKi (pending)
Zuko (Melee)
Aso (melee)
Radik (ranged)
Skarsnikt (grapple / bite)
Kirrish-Kreshk-Skiklik (Full attack melee)
Faindrac (Casting color spray)
Marada Bhelu'Ara (melee, crit - "Wide Open" result)
sorry, boards have not been letting me post last several days for some reason.
Also, anyone next to Marada's opponent receives 1 free Attack of Opportunity thanks to her Crit. :)
Also, anyone next to Marada's opponent receives 1 free Attack of Opportunity thanks to her Crit. :)
I don't know where I am; I guess I aint scairt no more.
The map has me at m4, so if that's true I
STAB! STAB!!!
r19+4=23 damg 2+8(sneak)bronze puchik
r10+3=22 damg 2+10(sneak)bone dagger
whoever that x5 byoch is right there. Punkass x-being byoch.
If not I just stab air, but really good and smooth, like a pantherlike barbarian doing knifeform katas.
"Hrrmmm.....hr hurr! Heh heh..."
Then I go try to get in a fight, or hurl insults at that Radik bastich.
Holdrus will continue to block the opening, to prevent escape of these people. If anyone is or gets close enough to him he will attack.
"Come meet Death, Kank-suckers!"
"The only color I spray is brown."
Not if you picture the little avatar of Shenker doing it.
Shock and awe, baby. Hrrrmmm.....
(bolsters himself for the Radikkean counterassault)
I wish I was tough like Radik....hrrrmmmm.....
Radik is my hero.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Radik is smart!
Radik is my hero.
Radik is too drunk on the feeling of supremacy the Sisters are feeding into him to notice Shenker's snarky comments.