OOC: Alright ladies, listen up. After a long time preparing, I'm finally ready to start this game. A few words of warning before it begins, this campaign is going to be very open flow, characters (and of course, those playing them) are encouraged to be as creative and inventive as they wish, your free spirit is crucial to the enjoyment of this campaign.
If there is something your character wants to do, by all means, do it. If your character hates a party member, then he hates the party member and will do whatever he would realistically do (whether that is work with the member and plot his doom, kill him in cold blood, try to turn him into your slave, whatever)
You guys are to never, ever, EVER, feel as though I'm pushing or pulling you in a given direction, I expect independent creativity and roleplaying from you guys. Go all out, hold nothing back. Lets make this the best campaign any of us have ever been in.
(Also, as a side note, I'd appreciate it if you guys would roleplay a little more depth than your probably used to, including your characters actions, his thoughts, his words, how he affects the environment, and the environment's reactions to him. Feel free to use NPC's that I haven't expressly controlled in minor ways to enrich the story.)
Now that the entry is overwith, it seems that the half-orc is the first available player. That means you get to choose where you start out and what your after pal, so start yourself off and lets see where this leads.
To those who come after, you have a choice. You could be in an area near him and end up coming into contact, or start roleplaying entirely independently of him and eventually come into contact, your choice, I'll handle each of you regardless.
One final note, start your posts with your roleplaying, and if you need to make an out of character commentary of any sort (tied to the post of course, we will have an OOC thread for casual discussion) then please make an OOC: tag at the bottom, with whatever needs to be said. Have fun guys.
(Bet this is the first time a GM let you guys open things up with free reign, isn't it lol.)
The sun was just barely rising over the horizon on the third day of his journey and already, Baldoin was lost. Though that part was intentional. It was, after all tradition to throw away all maps and bearings just as soon as the Wandering began. At least so he's been told.
In any case, he was close. He could feel it. And after an hour of slowly and methodically searching for it, he found the instability, five feet away from the top of a rather large tree. Sure he had to jump for it, and sure he fell twenty feet, getting a large gash on the arm for it, but it was more worth it.
In the center of the instability, the token bucked and wavered, and finally shattered into nothingness, taking the instability with it.
One token within three days was extremely lucky. Most Wanderers spent years before finding the first. One down, a lot more to go.
Calmly, he looked back towards the imposing silhouette of Monte Celeste, looked at his dusty feet, and almost considered going back for another map. Almost.
Eh. I still find it too short. But I post to save some time. And I also roll to reduce falling damage. Haha. I just wanted to roll something. DC15 =>10 + 1d20 ⇒ 10 + (8) = 18
nonlethal damage 1d6 ⇒ 6 Ow..
Frum'Pul hadn’t felt like home in months. All the rebuilding and hunting couldn’t take Gorgrom’s mind off Xalan'Derisk and his enslaved tribe. Striking out on his own and leaving his home didn’t feel like it should. Making his way through the dense underbrush, Gorgrom comes to a dead halt. Staring out of the tree line, he thinks to himself ”That dragon is making me leave my homeland, he has forced my hand. I will not rest till he is dead!” As he steps through the trees his eyes squint, ”How do people live in the scrublands? I will never understand.” Remembering Thull, the tribe tradesman, speak of a trade post three days north along the river Isk, Gorgrom follows the river’s edge stopping regularly to rest and eat. Seeing the post in the distance, Gorgrom’s instincts take over. “I shall wait for nightfall and scout the area before advancing any further in broad daylight.” After killing a rabbit and gathering some firewood, he digs a small hole and builds the fire within in case someone is keeping watch. Waiting for the darkest part of night, Gorgrom approaches the post. ”everything seems as it should.” He thinks to himself wearily and heads back to camp. Sleep did not come easily for Gorgrom this night, nightmares of red dragons torturing and murdering his people marred his rest. As the sun peeked over the horizon he gathered up his gear and approached the unfamiliar town, hoping to find someone or something to help him on his mission.
Survival checks for three days travel: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 161d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 101d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
OOC:
I just wanted to roll too! This is as much as I could come up with at the moment. It is 3am now and I’m spent. I will post more during the day tomorrow. I’m ecstatic that we have started, thanks guys.
OOC: First off, please forgive my failure to post for most of the day guys, been hit with alot of unexpected family issues and other various crap. Also, you guys should check THE OOC THREAD, I examined a few minor problems with your bios. Anyways, the time to post has come, I'm looking forward to seeing how things develop. And now without further ado... on to the replies.
Baldoin Balagtas wrote: His post concerning the balance point in the tree (and his balance failure lol) As the young (by elven standards at least) monk rose to his feet, contemplating his circumstances, he could feel the effects of the token he'd placed beginning to twist and contort itself, the subtle sense of balance he'd added to the world inverting into a strange sense of foreboding.
Before he'd had any time to contemplate the ramifications of the shift, however, a strange shuffling could be heard in the bushes, a 'presense' in the woods on which the balance point stood on the outskirts of, one that was slinking away from where it had observed the young elf, disappearing into the undergrowth.
OOC: Sorry, you didn't give me a whole lot to work with and I'm trying to do this quickly before I lose focus. Your welcome to follow the presence, ignore it and go do something else, whatever you like.
It was the oddest thing, the way the instability warped and wavered, continuing to fight the effects of the token. There was a small, tortured crack as a thousand shards reconstituted themselves in thin air and collapsed into a single, unbroken token, which fell on Baldoin's outstretched hand.
However, Baldoin merely made a show of catching it, focusing most of his attention at the moving 'presence' in the corner of his eye. Just patiently watching for the right moment.
The 'presence' stopped for a moment, and Baldoin took his chance, taking long, silent strides towards the bushes, and sweeping the underbrush aside to reveal the 'presence', caught unprepared for the sudden rush of movement.
"Elf!"said the 'presence', with an impish grin and a fleshy appendage pointing straight at him.
It was a child, to Baldoin's amusement. A human one at that. Most likely wandered off from one of the nearby human settlements. He put on his most amiable smile, and pointed back at the child with his own finger.
"Human!" And the impish grin turned into a laugh.
"Well do you know where you live?" Baldoin asked the child. The child nodded, and pointed deeper into the forest.
"Well, let's just take you back home, shall we?"
And that should be that. However, Baldoin had his suspicions. Kneeling to the child's level, he gave the child the reformed token and watched impassively as the instability once again buckled and wavered, before finally dissolving into itself. Hopefully for good this time. Baldoin looked at the child with a bit more interest than before.
"Come on kid. I'll need to have a chat with your parents."
Gorgrom the Relentless wrote: His post travelling North. "It won't be long now..." spoke the hard, gravelly voice, the red figure kneeling alongside the river, a clawed hand dug into the fresh tracks.
Slowly the figure rose, striding up over the river's flood-season banks, disappearing behind the ridge of earth some time before the sun rose over the horizon.
In an hour or so, the sun could be seen rising in the east, sending it's warm tendrils out along the terrain, as the relentless tracker pursued his mark. "Heh, old man ought to give a pretty penny for this one's ears." he whispered to himself, catching a glimmer of the half-orc in the distance, headed towards the trading post.
Suddenly, before Gorgrom could possibly know what was going on, a large sphere of fire erupted behind him, exploding in a brilliant blaze of power, with the pursuer rushing quickly after him from the distance.
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 172d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8
In that instant, the half-orc was slammed from behind by the blast, seering agony tearing through him, the impact clearly revealing where the ambush attack would have come from.
OOC: I'd have given you a perception check but he was so far off the odds were slim you'd have made it anyway, so for sake of time I rolled with it. He's presently 120 feet away, so have fun, lets see who wins this little test of valor lol. Also an important note, quickdraw does not exist, once you have +1 BAB you get it's effects for free, so keep that in mind.
OOC: UGH! lol, my fault my friend, been having some technical difficulties here. The good news, is that post you just put up looks like it would still be fine after dealing with your pursuer, so you could save it somewhere on your comp and respond to me.
Again, sorry bro.
OOC:
It still let me delete it and I have it on my HD so no problemo. I still need to read your post and act accordingly.
As Gorgrom refocuses his mind from the searing pain, he turns and spots the red creature. Realizing that attack could very likely happen again Gorgrom casts Resist Energy (Fire) and readies his bow for the attack.
Knowledge (Arcana) if it is dragon:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 or
Knowledge (Nature):1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
OOC:
To identify and get some info if possible.
Gorgrom the Relentless wrote: As Gorgrom refocuses his mind from the searing pain, he turns and spots the red creature. Realizing that attack could very likely happen again Gorgrom casts Resist Energy (Fire) and readies his bow for the attack.
Knowledge (Arcana) if it is dragon:1d20 + 2 or
Knowledge (Nature):1d20 + 5
OOC:
To identify and get some info if possible.
As he cast the spell and observed the creature, it's form became reminiscent to him of two things. Dragons, and Kobolds. The way it's small-ish body moved, the muscles in it's arms and the searing fire that had burned away much of his travel cloak all pointed to one thing. This creature was some strange hybrid of the two, and it meant business.
Onwards the being rushed, an intense focus and intelligence eminent in it's eyes as it's solid form accelerated towards the half-breed. ~Lets see how this plays out...~ it thought, twitching it's claws eagerly.
OOC: As dictated, it's a draconic kobold, of the red hunter varieties. As normal for red dragons it's immune to fire, vulnerable to cold, and they tend to be very cruel and intelligent. (Also, in future OOC's keep track of your current HP, and I will keep track of damage taken by NPC's/monsters)
Wondering if this is a creation from Xalan'Derisk's horde, Gorgrom extracts two arrows from his quiver and knocks one right after the other in one swift action flying toward the monstrosity.
Rapid Shot 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 241d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 Damage 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
OOC:
Current HP 27. Not sure if that was his turn, if not place this after his.
The first arrow tore into the flesh of the creature's side "UGH!" it exclaimed in the same gravelly tone, wrenching at the impact as the other arrow flew harmlessly under his arm.
That pain, that fury, could be seen radiating in a glowing flame within the creature's eyes as it rushed the last several feat towards the halfbreed, bringing both arms up and down in a diagonal slash.
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 201d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
As both swings connected, they tore into the man's armor, the metal studs on his armor softening the damage delivered, though the impact, the jarring scraping against his bones and innards through the armor proved painful in the least.
A look up would show vicious, cruel eyes infront of him, thoroughly enjoying the suffering and misery he was causing.
"You belong to me boy." It whispered, a toothy grin evident on it's muzzle.
OOC: at - 9, dealt 12 total damage (Studded leather grants DR 2/piercing, and this thing uses slashing claws)
Gorgrom lets out a loud gasp as the claws slice through armor and flesh. Dropping his bow, Gorgrom draws his engraved falchion from his back. As he rears back and swings fiercely toward the beast Gorgrom exclaims "I belong to no one and I know your kind too well dragonspawn. Die!"
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
2d4 + 7 ⇒ (4, 2) + 7 = 13
OOC:
At 15 HP. I believe I got the little punk. He hits hard, lol
Gorgrom the Relentless wrote: Gorgrom lets out a loud gasp as the claws slice through armor and flesh. Dropping his bow, Gorgrom draws his engraved falchion from his back. As he rears back and swings fiercely toward the beast Gorgrom exclaims "I belong to no one and I know your kind to well dragonspawn. Die!"
1d20 + 8
2d4 + 7
OOC:
At 15 HP. I believe I got the little punk. He hits hard, lol
"Heh, wrong..." the creature spoke unflinchingly, stepping back with the swing to minimize the slash into but a grazing gash across his chest before stepping inside it's reach, delivering first one slash of his right claw.
"You see boy, the difference between you and me, is I work for the big guy upstairs, and your kind feed him. Unless I mistake your features, your daddy tasted mighty good after we raided that piddling community of yours. Rather gamey compared to others of your type, not as tender as a Kender though. I wonder..." he paused, wrenching the right claw free before raking his left claw through the man. "Do you taste like an Orc, or like one of those fat lazy humans like yer mamma."
Those words finished, the beast leapt a few paces backwards, coils of flames gathering in his mouth as he prepared to barbeque the half-breed alive.
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 181d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 71d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
OOC: That puts you at 2 btw, so be grateful for your armor lol. He's at -22 on the dot. 5 foot stepped back.
Having never felt the rage of his father's before him, Gorgrom knew he had to finish this fast. As the monster's claws wrenched from his chest Gorgrom's eyes grew wide. "Your life belongs to me, for I have sworn death to your kind!" Gorgrom steps up to the evil creature with a powerful slash.
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
2d4 + 7 ⇒ (3, 1) + 7 = 11
OOC:
Current HP 2, 5 foot step forward
Gorgrom the Relentless wrote: Having never felt the rage of his father's before him, Gorgrom knew he had one last chance. As the monster's claws wrenched from his chest Gorgrom's eyes grew wide. "Your life belongs to me, for I have sworn death to your kind!" Gorgrom steps up to the evil creature and slashes with all he has left.
1d20 + 8
2d4 + 7
OOC:
I think I'm dead :(
Seeing the young fool rush towards him, swinging wildly in his fury, the Kobold on Dracocrack deftly sidestepped the blow, delivering his breath blast point blank, a large, roaring sphere of flames erupting from his muzzle and catching the half-orc directly in the chest, searing away the clasps and ties that bound his cloak to him, releasing what was left of it's charred husk to fly away in the wind the flames generated.
"In the end, it doesn't really matter boy, as long as my meat is well done."
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 202d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5
OOC: You missed him, but your not dead, or technically in the Orc Ferocity yet, though feel free to RP it lol.
OOC: OH SNAP!!! Things are really heating up, that was a critical threat he just rolled, but he's making a ranged attack in close range! I'm going to roll the confirmation attempt here, you go ahead and take the opportunity, see who gets who! THE HEAT IS ON! (Song is stuck in my head lol.
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
And there we have it folks! Critical threat confirmed, if the Dracobald survives this AoO he's officially going to be blasting his quary with a critical hit! Can he make it? Does he have the balls to fight through this? (Even if you interrupt him the fire is still going to hit, just glance off you instead of blow you up, the whole epic cloak losing scene is still happening lol)
As an FYI, if this AoO doesn't prevent the shot, your at -2 (Wise move with the fire resistance there bro) and orc ferocity kicks in (which doesn't kill you unless your actually under the death margin, I neglected to specify that before lol)
Quote: Seeing the young fool rush towards him, swinging wildly in his fury, the Kobold on Dracocrack deftly sidestepped the blow, delivering his breath blast point blank, a large, roaring sphere of flames erupting from his muzzle and catching the half-orc directly in the chest, searing away the clasps and ties that bound his cloak to him, releasing what was left of it's charred husk to fly away in the wind the flames generated.
"In the end, it doesn't really matter boy, as long as my meat is well done."
Seeing the flames pour from the Kobold's mouth Gorgrom sees a chance for a swift strike. "To bad for you it takes a lot more heat to cook a Half-Orc!" As the now charred cloak blows away in the heated wind Gorgrom brings the falchion across the Dracobald's stomach hoping to spill his entrails on the river bank.
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
2d4 + 7 ⇒ (3, 2) + 7 = 12
OOC:
I changed my post as you replied I guess. We're doing this in real time. Man this is one entertaining fight! Lets see what happens.
Gorgrom the Relentless wrote: Quote: Seeing the young fool rush towards him, swinging wildly in his fury, the Kobold on Dracocrack deftly sidestepped the blow, delivering his breath blast point blank, a large, roaring sphere of flames erupting from his muzzle and catching the half-orc directly in the chest, searing away the clasps and ties that bound his cloak to him, releasing what was left of it's charred husk to fly away in the wind the flames generated.
"In the end, it doesn't really matter boy, as long as my meat is well done."
Seeing the flames pour from the Kobold's mouth Gorgrom sees a chance for a swift strike. "To bad for you it takes a lot more heat to cook a Half-Orc!" As the now charred cloak blows away in the heated wind Gorgrom brings the falchion across the Dracobald's stomach hoping to spill his entrails on the river bank.
1d20 + 8
2d4 + 7
OOC:
I changed my post as you replied I guess. We're doing this in real time. Man this is one entertaining fight! Lets see what happens. The dracobald grinned one last time as the large blade cleaved through his stomach, opening a wide gash in which his guts could be seen, as the beast brought a hand up to the hazard symbol on his chest, a touch causing it to begin to flash a brilliant red, faster and faster, so bright it no doubt dazzled the half-orc in it's brilliance. "Looks like we both lost this one... punk... see you in hell..." And with those words complete, the Draconic Hunter Kobald erupted in a massive ball of flames, clearly visible for miles as the half-orc was engulfed in it's embrace.
OOC: Finishing one of these things off triggers a self destruct blast, normally it deals the normal blast damage, but in this case it's double damage, your at -2 (which is staggerred range for you, so your technically still on your feet, but your wounded badly. Luckily for you, the town is less than a mile away lol.)
As the flames engulf Gorgrom he closes his eyes and prays to his ancestors for the strength to survive. "Give me strength father, for now I know you are among our ancestors. These fiends will pay for our tribes slaughter."
A few moments later Gorgrom opens his eyes expecting to be by his fathers side, but to his amazement he is lying in the blood soaked bank of the Isk. "The ancestral spirits have saved me!" Trying to sit up he notices it is very hard to move. As his adrenaline kicks in he remembers the wand Ogg, the tribe shaman, gave him before he left for his mission that fateful day. Moving slowly to his pack, Gorgrom reaches inside grasping the wand. Activating it he feels a rush of warm energy fill his body.
Wand of Cure Light Wounds 2d8 + 1 take average, 10 HP (19 Charges Remain)
OOC:
That puts me at 7 HP if the use of the wand caused me a point of damage.
With a completely uneventful and peaceful journey behind them, Baldoin and the human child arrived at a small clearing in the woods, where a small cottage stood, ringed by a small fence. Immediately, the child ran towards the front door, rapping at the door excitedly.
"Shaina!" A shrill voice called out as the door opened an inch. "What did I tell you about..Reverend One."
"Ah, so that's your name." Baldoin commented as the child ran towards her mother with a laugh. The mother startled out of her reverie and with a small gesture, bowed low in front of him.
"Thank you for returning my child, Reverend One." She said.
"I see you know of the Maseteran customs." Baldoin noted.
"We once lived in the shadow of the Mountain." The mother said, trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible. "I only hope my little Shaina did not cause you too much trouble, Reverend One."
"None whatsoever." Baldoin smiled. "However, I will need to have a talk with you miss..? Alika. Right. I will need to speak with you about your child, Shaina is it? And I would appreciate it if we could do this without your child present."
Alika nodded, and ushered Shaina inside the house before turning an expectant eye on Baldoin.
"Shaina is, how should we say this," Baldoin began. "Touched. Don't panic. Don't even say anything. I assure you, there are steps you can take to, I said don't panic! There are steps you can take to keep her abilities at bay until she is of age. How old is she? Five? Her abilities are very strong for her age, but her body will not be able to take the strain of her powers until she is of age. And could you please stop screaming?"
It took Baldoin a moment to realize that the screaming was coming from inside the house. "Stay here." He cautioned Alika, and ran into the house. Barely noting the ramshackle furniture and Shaina's token on top of a table, he moved towards the lone door further inside the house.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.
Eyes, big, concerned green eyes kept glancing back and forth, between the Revered One and the Cottage. ~My baby... what sort of trouble has that little monkey gotten herself into this time... wait wait wait... did he just say what I THINK HE SAID!!!~ "TOUCHED!????" She gasped in shock, left breathless by the surprise.
~That... would explain all the fires she's been involved in and the way she seems so obsessed with it... my little Shaina's touched, whatever shall we.... I hear...~ in a heartbeat, the woman had spun around, already beginning to rush towards the cottage when a had on her shoulder, and a concerned voice cautioned her to stay put before the monk ran off in her place.
As the door opened, the child could be seen staring straight into the eyes of a man made of fire, standing in the middle of the fireplace in which she'd been playing, swinging her hands and twirling the flames beautifully. "I was only playing i promise!!!" she called as she heard the door open, her eyes transfixed on the fiery being, his form leaning slowly towards her.
OOC: Don't sweat it Gamender, as I mentioned in the OOC thread, it's cool. Oh, and uh... 5 minutes to spare xD
Without thought of personal safety, Baldoin fell upon the fiery being with a flying kick, following up with another kick before the creature could react.
D'oh, I forgot to set my name in my previous post. Anyway, toasty. I attack with flurry!! Assuming I have initiative. In which case, I shall roll just about everything I can think of. For fun.
Initiative 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Flurry Attack
1 (1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16) (1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7)
2 (1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7) (1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10)
And..I get a feeling I'll need reflex saves for burn.
1 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
2 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Gazing attentively at the girl, the being didn't even see the monk until it was too late and one foot drilled into what would be his jaw, twisting his form just enough that the foot that followed missed it's mark, sliding through smoke.
In the heartbeat that followed, the creature spun, clasping it's 'arms' together and bringing them fiercely towards his attacker's stomach, intent on catching the warrior before he could land safely on the ground.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 201d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
1d6 ⇒ 5
"Don't hurt him!" Called the girl, snapped out of her trance, though it was unclear who she was trying to protect as she scrambled back away from the fight.
OOC: you managed to save against the catch on fire and get missed by the counter-attack, still take the 1d6 of course. (meaning in this case 5 points of fire damage)
Fire Elemental: Full - 7 HP
Satisfied that the elemental will not attack the girl and with his legs singed by the elemental, Baldoin errs on the side of caution, pulling out a pair of nunchaku from his back. A quick strike with the nunchaku on the form's body, followed by another, as Baldoin dances away from the elemental's clumsy attack. Baldoin positions himself between the elemental and Shaina, shouting behind him, "Go to your mother!"
Flurry Attack(nunchaku)
1 (1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4) (1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7)
2 (1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19) (1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8)
And..do I still need ref saves? haha. I err on the side of caution.
1 (1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16) 2 (1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18)
29HP left, and 6 nonlethal still extant.
As the monk danced into position, the shafts of the chucks whirling around him, whipping over his shoulders and around his waist, that line, that connection between the thing and the girl manifested once more, only to be interrupted when Baldoin took up a defensive position between them.
"I SAID DON'T HURT HIM!!!" She screamed, feeling an emotional jolt of agony shoot through her as the weapon first flew through hollow flames, catching on fire itself before delivering a powerful blow to where it's temple would be.
In an instant, the same instant that the creature slammed itself forwards to shoulder-check the monk, a cone of flames erupted behind him, spreading wide, and catching the drapes and such on fire.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 232d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 4) + 3 = 9
2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10
"SHAINA WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!!!" Exclaimed the mother, so caught up in the moment as to miss the impact of what her child had done entirely, rushing to put out the drapes before their home caught on fire.
OOC: two reflex saves, first for the burn to avoid catching on fire, second for the girl's burning hands spell. In that order.
Fire Elemental: Full - 15 HP
May I say, lol wut.
Ref 11d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Ref 21d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7Ow..
As Baldoin took the full brunt of the elemental's charge and the surprising wave of burning from behind, his thoughts raced. And however much he didn't want to, he pulled away from the elemental and at the moment Alika's back was turned, struck at Shaina with his free hand.
Flurry(unarmed)(nonlethal)
1(1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15)(1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10)
2(1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16)(1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8)
Current HP: 19(ow) -1d4 from the burning, if I didn't save. 6 nonlethal. Man I wish I had inner focus.
1d4 ⇒ 4
Seeing the monk turn aside, the fire elemental capitalized on the moment, wrapping his arms around his foe as he slammed a knee up towards the monk's gut. (Not a real grapple, fyi)
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 222d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 3) + 3 = 12
Meanwhile, stunned from the spell she'd cast, the girl fell to the floor, unconscious, and with slightly singed clothing, but otherwise unharmed, with an audible thud.
With the drapes finally put out, the woman ran from the room, rushing quickly to do whatever she could.
OOC: next level you shall have that ability my friend, next level (if you survive, mwahahaha. Also, need another reflex save to negate the fire, we'll let it be the same one to avoid getting burned this time, make life simple)
Current HP:3 Nonlethal 2
Ref(1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24)
Actually, I've already fallen unconcious. Haha. Falling out of the tree wasn't the best idea yet. Though that was hours ago. I go with the assumption that I still move.
Baldoin gasped for breath, his skin starting to slough off at several points. The thought of escape had occurred to him for a moment, but he simply cannot leave Alika and Shaina now. Summoning his last reserves of energy, he lashes out once more with his trusty nunchaku, barely managing to attack a second time as his reactions dull.
Flurry(nunchaku)
1(1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18)(1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5)
2(1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16)(1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8)
As the monk fought on, struggling to launch another series of attacks, Alika returned, rushing into the room and hurling a bucket of water onto the thing from behind it.
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 141d6 ⇒ 3
As the water gushed over the creature, the monk's strikes slammed home, first another torso strike, and then a powerful finishing blow to the top of it's head that cleaved clean through the fiery freak, vanquishing it in a puff of smoke.
"Unnnnnggggg" groaned the girl on the floor, unconscious still, as her mother dropped the bucket and rushed to her aid, holding the child in her arms. "Hold on Shaina, mommy's here."
OOC: I swear I rolled way too good that fight lol, but you made it by the skin of your teeth.
"Close call." Baldoin gasped. Vaguely, he could feel the flesh peel off his hand when he let go of the nunchaku. Though it was more of a dull throb radiating throughout his scorched body. The battle was nothing like the practice runs back in the Templier. For one thing, it had hurt.
Watching Alika tend to Shaina, he had to smile. Hopefully Alika won't notice the bruise that was beginning to form on Shaina's back. Still, for all the pains and burns of the battle, it was more than worth it. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself the luxury of collapsing in a heap on the floor.
"Got any more water?" He called out. Or at least he thinks he called out. Fatigue caught up with him and he found himself in need of a deep sleep..
Looking up with a start, the woman could plainly see the pain and agony that this man had suffered to protect her and her daughter.
"Give me one moment Revered One." she spoke calmly, laying the remnants of one of the drapes gently folded under the girl's head before slowly rising to her feet and making her way into the kitchen, withdrawing some healing balms, slicing a few leaves off her Aloe plant, and returning with bandages.
"That was a brave thing you did for us... sir..." she spoke quietly, kneeling before the fallen elf. "I hope... when you've recovered... that you would give me your name..."
Those words finished, the young woman set about the task of cleansing his wounds, wrapping them in the healing solutions, setting them to heal, and setting the healing process off with a kiss.
1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
OOC: Might as well tell you the healing over time rate. It's equal to your con bonus times your level per day of full bed rest (1/2 that for a casual night's sleep), doubled under care of a healer. So... you gain what she rolled for treat deadly wounds, +4 or +8, depending if you just rest 8 hours or snooze the whole day and night away lol.
The walk from the battleground seemed to take days, although it was but a few minutes. Entering the gate still bloodied from his fight with the dragon spawn, Gorgrom starts feeling slightly uncomfortable. The large amounts of people and odd smells are all new to him. As Gorgrom stops to collect his senses two Halflings on riding dogs rush by exclaiming “Don’t stand in the cart way Oaf!” Gorgrom keeps his temper in check only because of his disoriented state. ”I thought ogres were dirty and rude. Look at what these “civilized” people are doing to this land.” Gorgrom thought with disdain. ”I need to make this visit as quick as possible, this town is dulling my mind.”
Looking around for someone to ask directions his eyes lock on a Dwarven smith. Approaching the smith Gorgrom inquires “Dwarf. Where does your kind go to eat and rest in this place?” The Dwarf responds irritated by Gorgrom’s tone ”Aye, best be watching yer tongue young one. Yer lucky I deal with ruder sorts then ye daily. The place ye want is the Wily Fox, fer buildings down on yer left.” Not knowing what the sludge is at his feet, Gorgrom cautiously makes his way towards the Wily Fox.
Entering the wooden door to the Wily Fox, Gorgrom takes note of his surroundings. For the time of day there seems to be a lot of people drinking and looking somber. In the far corner a Gnome sits with pan pipes playing songs of heroic deeds and love, but no one seems to acknowledge him. A stern looking old man with gray hair and piercing eyes stands behind the bar tracking Gorgrom’s movement as he makes his way toward him. ”Are you the man I talk to about a room and meal?” Gorgrom inquires. ”Yes I am. I haven’t seen your tribe in these parts in quite awhile. Where has Thull been lately?” The old man asks, obviously familiar with the trader. ”You knew Thull?” Gorgrom asks. ”What do you mean knew?” asks the old man. ”It is a long story, if I could get a meal I will tell you.” Gorgrom offers. The old man replies with a look of sadness and intrigue. ”Of course. Mila, make up a plate for…..” glancing back at Gorgrom with his eyebrows raised. ”I am Gorgrom.” "for Gorgrom here.” As Gorgrom eats he tells the man what he knows and about the battle outside the city. After he finishes the meal Gorgrom sighs exhausted, ”I must rest now.” As Gorgrom rises to go to his room a muscular man with a square jaw approaches from behind. "You look like you have been through hell Half-Orc. I overheard your story and would like to offer you help. My wife is a healer and her ability would benefit you greatly." Gorgrom seeing sincerity in his eyes replies. "I would be of ogre intelligence to refuse your offer. Lead the way."
OOC:
Lets see if this goes where I think....
Gorgrom the Relentless wrote: His post entering town and accepting the offer of healing As the man led the half-orc out of the inn, there was a... sense of solidness that could be felt about him. This was clearly a very straightforward, down to earth, to the point sort of fellow, the kind of man that didn't take any nonsense from anybody.
As they drew near the outskirts of the town, the pair would find themselves entering a small grove of various fruit and herb trees, shrubs and vines of all kinds growing amidst them on both sides of the path.
From the house that lay ahead, music could be heard, wafting out amid the grove.
"Hey Mister tambourine man... play a song for me... I'm not sleepin' and, there ain't no place I'm goin' to...." came the voice, a woman's, soft and beautiful, accompanied by a... you guessed it... tambourine, it's chimes lightly gliding out with the notes, harmonizing in ways most familiar with the instrument would never guess.
"Well kid, here we are," spoke the man, slowly opening the door, revealing his wife, garbed in long tie-die robes, with long hair braided by a flower wreath playing her music, singing and dancing through the living room. "Oh, hello there :)" She greeted the visitor, ending the song and dance. "Those burns look fresh, are you ok hon?"
My most profound apologies for the interruption.
Gamender, would you be so kind as to contact me at c (dot) mortika (at) gmail (another dot) com ) regarding Ibram?
Thanks.
Screaming. Crying. Shouting. And above all that, the omnipresent roar of an inferno that has gone beyond the control of any man. And in the middle of that, a small child stood, eyes blazing with undisguised energy. A fickle smile playing on her lips, her fingers danced with the arcane prowess of a master, washing torrents of flame over the fleeing populace, burning wood, flesh and bones alike, until nothing remained but somber ashes carried up by the raging winds.
The child opened her mouth, and a great plume of smoke issued forth, carried upwards by the twisting winds of the self-made firestorm, forming the uncanny silhouette of a roaring dragon.
A single figure approached, seemingly unfazed by the acrid smoke and the intense heat. The child looked at the figure with a small and almost innocent smile. The shadow raised an arm, the skin visibly sloughing off, showing the bleached white of bone in many places, with a skeletal hand grasping tightly to a melting blade. And a twitch, almost as if the figure was hesitant, before the blade was brought down upon the unsuspecting child...
And Baldoin woke up.
"I am now that my pursuer is dead." Gorgrom replies. "I am Gorgrom of Frum'Pul, Spirit Wood in your native tongue. I was told you are gifted in healing." Looking concerned the woman replies. "I am Willow and this is my husband Norrin. Please find somewhere comfortable and I will gather my ingredients."
As Willow disappears into the other room Gorgrom looks at the man. "I am actually seeking comrades to accompany me in my mission to destroy The Crimson Wurm, Xalan'Derisk. Do you know of any?" Norrin looks down at the floor in front of him. "I do not. The dragon is a terrible menace to all though. His soldiers have been coming to Trask demanding a large portion of everyone's profit. That is why everyone in the tavern looked so melancholy." Gorgrom is starting to realize that it is not just him who has suffered by the actions of the wurm. ”When I have found my comrades and have the necessary power we will return to Trask and rid the people of these “taxes”. I vow this.”
As Gorgrom finishes his sentence Willow steps back into the room with a sack full of herbs and balms. ”Relax my friend, you may be here for awhile.”
Gorgrom the Relentless wrote: his post concerning Willow and Norrin As she told him to relax, Willow went about filling various bowls around the room with the herbs, before slowly and soothingly applying the balms she'd brought with her to the man's burns, a chilling sensation sweeping across his flesh.
"Come with me hon." she told him, gently taking hold of his wrist and leading him to a lounge chair in the middle of the bowls, guiding him into it. "Lay here and mellow until I tell you we're done alright?"
After she'd sat him down, the woman turned aside, whispering a few things to her husband who soon left the room. With him gone, Willow went about lighting the bowls, filling the room with a strange, sour yet sweet scent.
"Take it easy, take it easy
Don't let the needs of your mission
Drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
Don't even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
and take it easy "
As those lyrics and more, unique and mystical washed over him, the half-breed could feel his body letting go of it's tensions and stress, loosening up and warming to the room, as the smoke filled his lungs and set free his mind.
"Step one is done deary, just you relax and enjoy it."
In a moment, her hands were resting on his temples, and a soft, low, guttural chanting could be heard, rumbling softly from her throat as ancient magics were released, sending a small surge of nature's healing strength into the man, his body beginning to swiftly heal of it's own accord.
OOC: Yes, that is weed in the bowls, a bit over 1 minute after she cast that last spell you'll have recovered 22 hp, and whatever you heal naturally the next time you rest will double (assuming you do so within 24 hours).
With the last vestiges of his strange dream fleeing, Baldoin opened an eye. And shut it just as quickly. He tried the other, but found the light just as blinding as before. Mentally, he counted off body parts until he was certain he was still in one piece. He then tried to move, but found himself unable to do so.
"Where am I?" Baldoin tried to say, though he all he managed was a "'er a' ay?"
A stifled giggle was heard beside him, and a hush from the hovering voice. Light footsteps padded away, and a voice hovering above him sighed. "Excuse my child's antics, Reverend One."
Baldoin tried his eyes once more, and found the blinding light has become a more comfortable haze. And then he remembered with a start.
"How is she?" Baldoin rasped.
"Shaina is fine, thanks to you. She can't remember anything that happened yesterday, thankfully."
"Yesterday? Aargh." Baldoin tried to get up, but the dull throb in his chest exploded in pain.
"Try not to get up, Reverend One." Alika cautioned. "Your burns are still fresh. I had to restrain you since you kept moving while you slept. It's best that you keep resting for now. And I do mean rest." With that, Alika gently pushed Baldoin back on the bed.
"But I must," Baldoin began, but was quickly silenced by Alika's hard stare. That woman could out-stare a demon.
"Whatever you need to do, tell me so I can do it."
"My pack." Baldoin sighed. "Fashion an amulet from one of the tokens. Let Shaina choose which one, she will know. Make her wear it at all times. That will keep her safe until I can perform the proper rituals."
"Thank you, reverend one." Alika left his sight when she bowed deeply.
"Don't bow." Baldoin called out wearily. "And call me Baldoin."
There. Now she knows the name! haha. shoddy insert though. Gah. Anyway, as I said, I'm out of town until..say monday PST. I could squeeze in another post before I leave, so yeah.
As Willow’s fingers massage Gorgrom’s temples his mind slips away into a collage of memories.
Gorgrom sees his father standing in front of him, explaining the importance of the treaties with other Orc tribes. Then a flash and they are inside the tent, many Orc leaders are sitting around the fire and smoking from a pipe. Gorgrom new he had smelt this before. It brought back good memories and made him relax. The memories started to turn into nightmares as he faded into sleep.
Hearing the crackling of burning wood and the smell of burnt flesh, the Half-Orc rushes through dense bushes and trees finally coming to the clearing where his tribe had settled many moons ago. He glances left and right trying to find something he recognized but everything was burnt beyond recognition. As he made his way through the camp there were no bodies, just smears of blood.
Then a flash of bright orange and red envelopes him and all he can see is the blood red fiery eyes of the wretched beast who had tracked him from his home.
As Gorgrom awoke he found his hand resting on his ancestral falchion. ”These nightmares stop for nothing.” he mutters.
Willow looks up at Gorgrom from her mortar and pestle. ”Do you feel any better?’
”Like new. Thank you.” Gorgrom looks around. ”How long have I been asleep?’ he asks.
Willow looks through the window. ”A much needed half day my friend. Your wounds look almost entirely healed.”
Gorgrom looks down at his chest. ”You are a shaman of some sort then? I bow to your healing ability, your husband was right.”
Gorgrom slowly rises to his feet. ”Do you need help with any duties around here? I am in your debt.”
”Just knowing that one day you will free the people of Xalanthel from The Scarlet Emperor makes us even.” Willow says with a smile. ”My home is yours. Feel free to roam around.”
Worried for Willow and Norrin, Gorgrom feels uneasy staying for much longer. He steps outside and walks over to a tree and kneels. "Forest spirit I ask you for safe passage and bountiful food. May you make my stride swift through your lands." Standing, Gorgrom walks the land surrounding Willow's cottage, taking in the beauty of the forest.
OOC:
That rest put me at full HP I do believe.
m Elf wizard 7 conjurer (probably)
always wanted to do this.....
There is a flash of light and an Loren appears out of nowhere
Loren looks around sees the stars and smiles
he sits and ponders for an hour and then writes this on a prachment
dearest mother and father!
stupid humans always going where they do not belong! they really should not have gone into that old abandoned elven city, it still had evil in it. mostly goblins and the like
I know I was the most junior member of the retreivel team,and I know I really should not have gone out with the others but this was supposed to be a straight forward mission!
until we realised that those stupid humans had released a pit fiend who was ramapging aroung, half out of his mind, it went through us without a second thought and contiuned on, it knocked me aside and i was uncouncious for about a day
I came to,and i am sorry too say that the others in the team are dead!
I tracked the monster, a foolish thing to do i know!
i came across the remains of the humans, they had found a staff of the magi, the fiend had killed them and ignored the staff!
i picked it up, it thrummed with power,
as you know uncle Tarlin had taught me the words to unlock all the power of a staff in one go,
i knew my duty,
our motto "we are sacrifice for our people"!!! had been drilled into me often enough
I found the fiend and called it a few rude names, it charged at me and i broke the staff, the last thing i saw was it being blown to pieces
i did not die but wanderd one of the outer planes, i am not sure which one, i fell through a gate and arrived back on the prime
i am not sure where i am but I am not more than a few thousand miles from home, the stars look similar, anyway i think i shall adventure for a while, as i belive i have done my good deed for this decade, feel free to scry me to see that i am ok
your loving son Loren
loren casts a minor spell and the paper he is writing on disappears and goes of to his parents
at daybreak loren finds a track and starts walking
hope this is ok? hopefully this means i can be anywhwere?
OOC: It looks a smidge corny lol, but yeah it's fine, and yes you can be anywhere. Feel free to look at
The discussion thread
and
The recruitment thread
In them we've discussed and thought through a bunch of stuff, read as you are able.
(Oh, and I'm not going to force it on you or anything, but I'm accustomed to the use of the OOC: tag to ID out of character content in a roleplaying thread, so it would rock if you would use it)
As Gorgrom heads back to the house after finishing his circuit, he hears a strong baritone voice singing a traveling song as someone approaches down the path.
"On the road again,
Goin' places that I've never been.
Seein' things that I may never see again;
I can't wait to get on the road again!"
Through the fruit trees, Gorgrom sees a stout human male approach the house as he continues to sing his song. Norrin and Willow come out into the yard, greeting the newcomer with smiles of welcome.
"Feres!" they call as the man approaches. "What brings you to our neck of the woods?"
"Ah, my friends!" the large man bellows, greeting them both with strong bear hugs. "It saddens me to leave you, but Fharley is calling me to the road again! But I couldn't leave without stopping by and thanking you for your hospitality! I only hope that I was able to bring a bit of joy and laughter to Trask while I was here." Thinking of the town's plight drives the smile from the jovial man's face, and he grimaces with suppressed anger. "Ah, but something needs to be done about that infernal dragon, and that's the truth!"
The couple nod in solemn agreement with the large man's assessment. "In that, we are definitely in agreement, my friend," Norrin says. "In fact, earlier today I met a half-orc named Gorgrom at the Wily Fox. Says he wants to take down the Scarlet Emperor. He'd been banged up and burned real bad, so I brought him back here for Willow to fix up. He's still here, wandering the property. If you really want to help us do something about this dragon," Norrin continues, looking at Feres appraisingly, "then I think Gorgrom is someone that you should meet."
Baldoin Balagtas wrote: his wake up post A slight smile could be seen curling at the corners of the woman's lips as she rose from the bow. "As you request... Baldoin," the name rolled off her tongue, her attitude towards him clearly evolving with the circumstances. "Mother?" inquired the little one, peaking her head out from the other side of the door. "I thought I told you to keep quiet."
"But he said my name"
Sighing slightly, still smiling at her daughters observations, Alika nodded admittedly. "That he did child."
Without waiting for anything more, Shaina burst into the room, standing beside the bed, just outside arms reach of her mother. "What do you want Mister?" She inquired, showing her mental development, for a 5 year old, the child was astonishing, easily the intelectual equal of a girl three years her senior.
"I'll let the two of you chat I suppose, while I go do what needs doing. Be good Shaina." And with those words, the mother was gone with Baldoin's backpack, off to fashion the amulet.
Left alone with the elf, Shaina laid down across his chest, holding him the way a girl would hold a wounded older brother, leaning down to whisper into his ear. "I'm really glad your ok Mister, yesterday was fun. You sure do burn good hehehe"
Loren Silverleaf wrote: his 'mary sue' post (kidding bud, but that is one awkward backstory lmao) As he begins walking, Loren finds himself in a rather arid region, rocky and treacherous, with scrag layn all about, a Valley in the not too far distance, the sound of a large river rushing through it.
In the far distance, his elven eyes can just make out the signs of agriculture and farmlands, and, no doubt, people of some sort.
However, as dusk began to fall behind him, still several days out from the destination he'd chosen, an eerie, spookey, awkward feeling of being watched swept over the elven wizard.
OOC: Yeah, not my best work, sorry Loren, if I come up with more later before you post I'll expand on it. If you feel like you need more ask in either the Recruitment thread or the Discussion thread and I'll get right on it.
Friar Feres wrote: his post interacting with Norris mostly as Willow walked with them (this reply is for Gorgrom as well!)
As Gorgrom's wandering path crossed into their vision, Willow called out "Gorgrom, over here!"
Without waiting for him to respond, the woman wrapped her hand over the Friar's wrist not holding his staff, and jogged off towards the man, gently tugging him with more force than her slight frame would suggest. "Gorgrom wait for us, I have a friend I was hoping to introduce to you."
As the pair drew near, those long auburn tresses flew freely, exposing the woman's earthen beauty in it's true light, out here among the trees. "This." she said, is "Feres, and Feres, this, is Gorgrom. I'm sure the two of you have a good deal to discuss, so I'll leave you be for now and head back to the house." Releasing the friar's wrist, her hands flew to her hips, taking one of those imposing stances women take when telling men what to do and expecting them to do so.
"And NEITHER of you two are leaving this property before you come in and talk to me and wish me goodbye, kapish?" Leaving them to their words, Willow spun, her hair and robes shifting in the breeze as she took her husband by the arm, walking side by side back towards their dwelling.
OOC: Done with all three replies :) Sorry I took control of you a bit there Friar, I felt it was in best interest to move things along.
Edit: I just realized I changed his name... and I like the change, ergo his name is Norris.
m Elf wizard 7 conjurer (probably)
Loren smiles as he suspects that he has been scryed by one of his parents retianers, well at least they hav'nt tried to make him go home!
Loren carries on in the same direction, carfully looking out for trouble
OOC: thanks for the coments kyrt, I like corny!
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