Al:
Seeing that Nasir intends to bring up the rear, Mus'ad bows his head to her, and the slender half-elf does his best to emulate Al's nimble tip-toe walk,...
1st Dex:1d20+4=12, 2nd Dex: 1d20+11=23
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Mu’sad:
Mu’sad begins moving carefully through the cactus field … but, oh calamity! He spies movement out of the corner of his eye, and before his brain processes that it is just Zephyr, he has already jumped! His unprotected hand thwacks straight into a needle encrusted cactus branch
How unfortunate …
Farasha keeps going, trying her best to make it through the cactus without further mishap. However, fortune is not totally within her favour – moving carefully between the trunks and branches, she fails In the dark to see a large chunk of cactus that has fallen to the ground in an upright position, and its spines scratch her leg Unlucky indeed!
This does bring the priestess out of the cactus field however; Beyond the cactus, a rocky ledge juts out for about five feet before the land drops away into a wide ravine, which looks to be something like twenty or thirty feet deep. It is hard to tell in the darkness.
A small white goat brays loudly and tugs at its tether, a frayed rope tied to a small scrub bush at the edge of the ravine, not far from where Farasha stands. The goat is covered in narrow cuts and cactus quills.
There is no sign of Al, who should have made it through the field by now.
Mu’sad: ** spoiler omitted **
DM:
After writing a overly-long defense regarding how I didn't think that Mage Armor encumbered me in any way, I realized that I Mis-Read your statement,... I DO only have a +2 bonus to Dex, and no other appropriate skills that would apply, SO I must have posted rolls from ANOTHER PbP onto this one by mistake! (I made the rolls, but posted the last set of rolls by mistake! Stoopid Antique Imac at work!)
So, SORRY! YES! you are right! Only a +2 to Dex bonus for cactus -sneaking!
;P
1d20+2=14, 1d20+2=18, 1d20+2=9, 1d20+2=15
Al: ** spoiler omitted **
Moth
Mu’sad: ** spoiler omitted **DM:
** spoiler omitted **
;P
1d20+2=14, 1d20+2=18, 1d20+2=9, 1d20+2=15
Mu’sad bumbles through the cactus field, everything that could go wrong seeming to go wrong – he seems to have none of his usual half-elven grace. Finally, he makes it the rest of the way through the field , to emerge beside Farasha.
Al: ** spoiler omitted **Moth ** spoiler omitted **
Al:
Although you can hear the quiet noises the thing makes, you do not actually see it until you are almost upon it; there, lurking well hidden amongst the vegetation is a tiny bipedal creature. It looks like an extremely ugly lap dog that has somehow learnt to walk on two feet. It wears dirty rags over its stick-thin body, and the large eyes in its proportionally large head are milk-white (although it appears to be able to see). It clutches a rusty, over-sized dagger and has a tiny bow and quiver slung over its shoulder. It stands only about half as tall as you.
It is looking at the goat, which is tied up a few feet away (out of the cactus field) and is making soft braying sounds towards it. The creature turns and appears to notice you at the same moment you spot it.
Sefu, you emerge from the cactus field suffering only a slight nick from the cactus . You are on the same ledge of rock as Farasha and Mu’sad, about thirty feet away from those worthies and the frightened goat, who is now braying more loudly and tugging at the rope. The rope is tied to a small bush on the edge of the ravine … and the goat’s continued panicked tugs are beginning to pull the bush out at the roots.
Moth
Nasir begins navigating the cactus field, carefully avoiding the spines, catching up to Basad, who seems to have gotten himself stuck …
Suddenly, there comes a shout from within the cactus – Al’s voice; “I’ve found it!”
The shout is followed by a sort of high pitched yapping sound, like a small dog barking furiously, and the ~shing~ of steel being drawn.
Looking towards the source of the noise, most of the group can make out a small form – probably Al – within the dark shadows just within the cactus field. He’s in a fighting stance, but it’s hard to make out what he might be fighting
He is just within the cactus, on the ledge side, about ten feet or so away from Farasha and Mus’ad in one direction and Nasir and Basad in the other (Sefu is too far away to see him, but probably heard the shout and saw Farasha and Mus’ad react).
Al:
The ugly little critter begins yapping furiously, dancing nimbly about under the cactus branches and waving its dagger in your direction, but makes no immediate move to attack – although its annoying yapping is reaching an ear-splitting pitch.
Nasir moves easily amongst the cactus, only once does her luck abandon her, as a spiny frond seems almost to reach out to brush her arm , until she is through the field, standing on the rocky ledge, bathing Farasha and Mus’ad in the soft glow of light from the wayfinder.
Mus'ad finally stumbles out of the spiny torture field, cursing creatively under his breath at cactus, dog-headed spirits, and nighttime excursions. He is bleeding from a dozen nasty scratches, and clutching at his left arm where he seems to be bleeding profusely. His head whips around at Al's cry. He takes a furtive look around at his location, surrounded by yet more of the dangerous cacti, and his lips firm as he makes a decision.
"Zephyr, please fetch me Color Spray. As quick as you can." He says to the blue gen at his shoulder in a calm, yet urgent voice.
"Of course Master!" Zephyr replies with delight as the rasping sound of steel is heard from the direction of Al's voice in the cactus.
"Away I fly, quick as a wink. I shall return before you can blink!" The tiny blue man cries, disappearing in mid-bow. Mus'ad spares a moment for a brief, exaggerated, sigh.
"Sometimes I wonder if you were ready for poetry." He muses to himself as he searches the cactus for a target, his hands held outward and the spell on the tip of his tongue,...
Mus’ad:
Trying to follow the nimble Nasir , Bashad hurry too much
After which he is a little too occupied uttering some profanities to be quick to react
[url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2066982/] Init 11
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Moth
Al:
The yapping from the cactus patch grows in pitch, ending in what sounds like a shriek.
Al: ** spoiler omitted **
The yapping from the cactus patch grows in pitch, ending in what sounds like a shriek.
Moth
Init rolls: 1d20+2=20, 1d20+2=13, Perception: 1d20+7=19
Farasha gazes over at Al, tring to spot what he is squaring off against. She calls out
"If any need succor from cactus spine wounds, I can heal thee."
Al, you skewer the little critter as it tries to flee, its small body hanging limply from your blade.
As it becomes clear that there is something dangerous in the area, and everyone prepares for combat, bad luck appears to prevail over the group. People become snagged on cactus, stumble over loose stones on the ground, have blades stick in scabbards as they try to draw them forth …
A series of high pitched yaps erupt from different parts of the cactus field, and several tiny figures charge out. They resemble extremely ugly lap dog that have somehow learnt to walk on two feet. They wear dirty rags over stick-thin bodies, and sport large milk-white eyes in their proportionally large heads. They clutch rusty, over-sized daggers and tiny bows. The creatures stand only about half as tall as Al’Kazeer.
Two run towards where Mus’ad, Nasir and Farasha stand on the ledge, whilst another (still within the cactus field) emerges from behind a wide plant to harry Bashad.
One creature nocks its bow and fires a tiny arrow at Nasir, which scrapes her shin , whilst another simply yaps at an extremely high pitch, facing Farasha.
The one facing Bashad within the cactus similarly screeches.
Farasha attempts to slash at one of the ugly dog creatures
As Farasha draws her fine steel scimitar, the blade suddenly shatters! Such terrible, terrible luck… She is left holding the hilt and a jagged stump of blade.
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Recovering from the cut on her leg Nasir drops the wayfinder at her feet grabbing and consuming a potion from her potion belt.
As the shimmering fields envelops her body she begins to move, a rhythmic motion that lifts her allies spirits in an attempt to counter the misfortune created by the little beasts.
Inspire Courage +1
Mus'ad starts to take a half-step forward, thinking he sees a shape moving near Al. He immediately strikes his toe upon a stone, hitting it in such a way as to cause him to shriek in surprise and hop up and down on his other foot for a moment. When he looks back up he is surprised to see two tiny dog-headed creatures almost on top of him! He backpedals, striking his heel on the same !@#$ stone again, causing him to flail his arms wildly to keep his balance as the tiny canines close in.
Flush with frustration, and not a little embarrassment, Mus'ad firmly stomps his foot down to regain his balance. He raises his hands and quickly performs a complex gesture, crying "Shapak Sashara!" He grins in happiness as a shining bolt flies from his hand to unerringly strike the closest dog-man, and seems sad as the bolt fades, the magic spent.
Al withdraws his blade from the corpse and moves towards the ledge where more of the creatures have appeared. Al stops at the edge of the cactus field, ready to charge at the pugwampis engaging his companions next turn
DM
Just to check : I did not succeed in following Nasir and am still in the cactus field ?
If so , Bashad will rather user his lance than his longsword ( reach and the movements are not the same)
Will Save 20 and 5
Just to check : I did not succeed in following Nasir and am still in the cactus field ?
If so , Bashad will rather user his lance than his longsword ( reach and the movements are not the same)
Will Save 20 and5
DAMN ! Forgot to post them !
2066982 Bashad 4@1d20+1 [7,1]=(8) [10,1]=(11) [16,1]=(17) [9,1]=(10)09-May-11 11:22
Bashad crashes through the cactus as he goes.
As the loudly yapping pugwampi approaches the warrior, his lance suddenly breaks, shattering into large splinters.
Sefu:
The three pugwampis swarm out of the cactus field, one shooting Nasir, the other two somehow causing Farasha’s scimitar and Bashad’s lance to shatter.
Al, having already dispatched another of the small creatures amongst the cactus, creeps to the edge of the field (unfortunately bumping into some cactus spines on the way , and hides, waiting a chance to strike.
Farasha does not let the loss of her scimitar stop her, reaching out to strike at one of the ugly little things with the jagged remnants of her blade. Although the strike does not appear as devastating as the cleric may have hoped, it is enough to leave the pugwampi bleeding out on the ground.
Nasir begins moving rhythmically, her dance filling her allies with fervour.
Nasir:
Mu’sad’s magic bolt flies with unerring accuracy towards the jackel-rat that had attacked Nasir, striking the wee beastie and dropping it to the ground.
Cursing himself for not preparing his shield Sefu moves toward the creature with his blade slicing the ground as he momentarily lost his balance on a lose rock. It seems badluck does hover near then beasts
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Nasir begins moving rhythmically, her dance filling her allies with fervour.Nasir: ** spoiler omitted **
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DM
The potion belt lets her draw it as a free action, but you're right that drinking it is standard not move equivalent.
Since everyone used the bonus on their rolls, she'll dance on the first round, and draw the potion and drink on the second round. She'll make any attack of opportunity that come up since her daggerwhip is in her right hand.
Bashad curses at his lance and draws his lance
Att 16,12 Damage 7
He roars : "Drakshi get your ass in there or I'll kick it to Old Rova hell ! "
Sefu stumbles as he runs up – unlucky – and his awkward swing misses the creature by far. The tip of Bashad’s sword catches in his scabbard as he draws it – how unfortunate – throwing his blow slightly off target, causing him to barely miss the creature.
For its part, the pugwampi seems to realise that its good luck – and your bad – will surely not hold for much longer. It throws its dagger at Bashad , then turns tail and runs back into the cactus.
Bashad’s roar rings out over the cactus.
There is no reply from Dashki.
With a yell of victory , Basha skewers the little demon as it tries to flee
Att 19,24 Damage 7
Bashad’s sword meets a momentary resistance as it pierces the flesh of the gremlin’s back, but it does not last long, and the thing ends up dead and skewered on the end of his sword.
A momentary silence falls over the cactus field, but it is soon broken by the renewed braying of the tied goat.
Al emerges from the cactus field and wipes his blade clean on one of the rodents bodies. 'I guess we showed them ey? Although the damn cactus nearly finished me off.' He says this last bit sourly looking down at the various scratches he has suffered.