The depth of the water is unknown so that charge may not have taken place. If not then Inscidia probably lives. If that charge is not negated then we are up 3-2 most likely.
IIRC a charge had to be unobstructed.
OK. I am about to leave for a for a little while. I should be back in 2 or 3 hours.
Reposted from last page.
INITIATIVE COUNT
22 Samuel "Sammy" Torinath (Team Blue)
19 Dermot Flamegore (Team Red)
18 Saria Nefar (Team Blue)
12 Kizzle Brass-hide (Emperor, Team Red)
9 Raspin (Emperor, Team Blue)
6 Inscidia (Team Red)
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Saria laughs triumphantly as Sammy's attack strikes true, but as he is enveloped in a green cloud, she lowers her gaze to the other members of Inscidia's
"Come now, Raspin! Let's go and finally join the fray!"
As she says this, she begins moving toward her foes, dancing for a moment on her way.. and then vanishing in a puff of song. Her disembodied satirical song still floats through the arena...
The 7 clone dragons laugh in glee as they rush through the air, tryign to put some distance between himself and the mounted lancer. Again a bead of flame leaps from 7 fingertips to detonate between the now-invisible woman and the opposing Emperor.
1d20+10
Spread
Some effects, notably clouds and fogs, spread out from a point of origin, which must be a grid intersection. The effect can extend around corners and into areas that you can't see. Figure distance by actual distance traveled, taking into account turns the spell effect takes. When determining distance for spread effects, count around walls, not through them. As with movement, do not trace diagonals across corners. You must designate the point of origin for such an effect, but you need not have line of effect (see below) to all portions of the effect.
It will go over the wall without issue.
Round 3, Initiative 9
Reflex Save
Raspin lets out a roar of pain, "I am tired of this. Time to give the gift that keeps on giving."
Move Action:Fly 15 feet up
Standard Action:
Attack roll:
Damage roll
As Raspin elevates above the wall he gestures toward Kizzle, and a greatsword appears just above his head, and takes a badly aimed swipe at him.
Blinking to clear his eyes and wiping snot from his nose, Sammy directs Shadowtooth to fly to O3-P4. Feeling robbed of his victorious strike against Inscidia, he attempts to raise his lance to the crowd for some adulation. When he almost has his arm fully extended he doubles over and vomits off the side of shadowtooth. Already nauseous, upon hearing his rider vomit Shadowtooth cannot keep his own bile from rising. Vomit jets from Shadowtooth's mouth like some kind of putrid breath weapon. His vomit flows like a green river making a resoundingly loud "splat" as it strikes the hard sandy arena floor five feet below.
** spoiler omitted **I didn't check the map, so it may very well, but simply going over the wall to th next side counts as 15ft min distance of the area. So a firebal would need to originate at least 5ft away or cleser to a 5ft wall to get around it.
7 Fizzles laugh at the horrible floating greatsword swipe.
7 Fizzles laugh at the horrible floating greatsword swipe.
ooc]I thought about that earlier but since they all look like him that means if he is sparkles then they all sparkle.[/ooc]
Dermot cackles madly with delight as the dragon and his rider fly away from the noxious green fumes. "Ahh...that lunch must taste pretty good the second time, right?", he says laughing.
He flies around the waterfall and sees one of his enemies holding a greatsword. "Here! Try on this crown of fire Emperor!", he screams as he ascends above him and casts a bomb.
Mutagen (+4 Dex/-2 Wis) - 80 minutes
Heroism (+2 Morale bonus to attacks, saves, skill checks) - 80 minutes
False Life (16) - 8 hours
Darkvision - 8 hours
Owl's Wisdom extract (+4 Enhancement bonus to Wis) - 7.7 minutes
Shield (+4 Shield) - 7.7 minutes
Expeditious Retreat (+30' Enhancement bonus to speed) - 7.7 minutes
Displacement (50% miss chance) - 5 rounds
Potion of Fly (60' fly speed) - 4.8 minutes
Dermot cackles madly with delight as the dragon and his rider fly away from the noxious green fumes. "Ahh...that lunch must taste pretty good the second time, right?", he says laughing.
He flies around the waterfall and sees one of his enemies holding a greatsword. "Here! Try on this crown of fire Emperor!", he screams as he ascends above him and casts a bomb.
** spoiler omitted **
PS:I am holding a warhammer.
Dermot cackles madly with delight as the dragon and his rider fly away from the noxious green fumes. "Ahh...that lunch must taste pretty good the second time, right?", he says laughing.
He flies around the waterfall and sees one of his enemies holding a greatsword. "Here! Try on this crown of fire Emperor!", he screams as he ascends above him and casts a bomb.
** spoiler omitted **
Dermot cackles madly with delight as the dragon and his rider fly away from the noxious green fumes. "Ahh...that lunch must taste pretty good the second time, right?", he says laughing.
He flies around the waterfall and sees one of his enemies holding a greatsword. "Here! Try on this crown of fire Emperor!", he screams as he ascends above him and casts a bomb.
** spoiler omitted **
Knowledge arcana checks can't be made until after the affect is observed though.
Dermot cackles madly with delight as the dragon and his rider fly away from the noxious green fumes. "Ahh...that lunch must taste pretty good the second time, right?", he says laughing.
He flies around the waterfall and sees one of his enemies holding a greatsword. "Here! Try on this crown of fire Emperor!", he screams as he ascends above him and casts a bomb.
** spoiler omitted **
Dermot cackles madly with delight as the dragon and his rider fly away from the noxious green fumes. "Ahh...that lunch must taste pretty good the second time, right?", he says laughing.
He flies around the waterfall and sees one of his enemies holding a greatsword. "Here! Try on this crown of fire Emperor!", he screams as he ascends above him and casts a bomb.
** spoiler omitted **
** spoiler omitted **
20 percent miss chance
Oh, well I tried.
Off to work now. I won't be back until late tonight.
** spoiler omitted **
A mighty squeaky roar erupts from six mighty brass-clad dragons as the woman falls, "Now we're even, b1tches!" Then a third bead of fire is whipped out and detonates above and behind the opposing Emperor's head, placed to miss his own emperor. As he flies a few yards away from the explosion, gaining cover from the nauseated dragon-rider, he calls out to Dermot, "LIGHT'IM UP, BOOOOOSSSSS!!!! BUT DONT GET JUMPED BY THE DRAGON-RIDER!!!!"
reflex save
Ouchies.
Note to self: Having a devout worshipper of Gorum who insist on entering combat at all cost is not the best character to have an an Emperor.
Raspin drops to the floor, a smoking mess of burning flesh. The crowd's response is instantaneous and deafening as the Emperor falls. The herald's image appears before the teams can do more damage to each other. "We have a winner! Kizzle Brass-hide and Dermot Flamegore are victorious!"
Ladies and gentlemen we are here today to witness feats of great magical and martial prowess. Two teams of gladiators stand ready to deal death and destruction. With that said,
A skull covered with fire appears, and starts chanting. The land changes to grass, and stone walls rise from the ground. Two teams appear on opposite sides of the field but they are block by a wall of ash as they prepare their spells. A few seconds pass, and the wall disappears.
Current fighting order
Rallick Nom 28
Latrine 21 (+12)
Garinol 21 (+3)
Kaze 20 (+11)
Quandary(Hyundai) 20 (+1)
Bryan 18
Daveth 18
Deverau 14
Lethe 12
Ray 5
As the arena changes, Kaze's manic eyes sweep towards his opponents, and his lips peel back in a crazy grimace-smile… a sight made even more disturbing by his torn facial features, including ripped off elvish ears. The half elf is tall, bald, athletically built, and geared for adventuring. His clothes are expensively cut and his weapons look well-worn. The elven curved blade strapped across his back is well cared for, and his shortbow shows the same care. Peeking out from his collared shirt is a chain shirt knitted of mithril, and hiding under his belt is a component pouch.
Bryan has pale white skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. He is wearing black pants and a dark blue shirt. A cloak drapes around his shoulder with a brooch clasped at the neck. The brooch is gold in the shape of the sun. He is carrying a rod. It is about 3 feet long. It is made of ashen-colored wood and topped with a silver coil.
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A Chelaxian man stands still as a phantom breeze moves his cloak and robes. Half of his face is hidden by his long, pure white hair. In one hand he holds a well-made staff, while the other is held up as if to hold back the creatures at his side. In stark contrast to his larger companion, three celestial orbs of light float in the air at the ready. His lupine friend on the though...
His lupine friend on the though...
Howling as the ash wall disappears, this demonic wolf may be one of the most frightening things in existence. Fur blacker than night itself covers its body. A long tail whips back and forth in bloodthirsty anticipation as eyes like red-hot coals smolder deep in their sockets...
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Round 1, Init 21 (3rd)
Garinol steps out almost ignoring the crowds distraction as he scans the area for enemies. He is wearing a dark black mage's robe, covered in stange occult trinkets and components, (a trained spellcaster will recognize that about half are fake components and probably more for stage).
Beneath the robe, covered in runes and glyphs is a "pure silver" Breastplate, showing what seems to be a scene of a meteor falling onto some landmass. He moves in both the armor and the robe with ease, indicating that he is well trained in both. In his right hand is an adamantine Bastard Sword, which he also seems to know how to use well.
He also wears a very nice, groin-protecting loincloth/belt and it seems like a rune/glyph covered cloak that blends in perfectly with the robe, worn more over his left shoulder to conceal that arm when not in use. Like any proper mage, there is a small assortment of scrolls, wands, and potions hanging from his spell component pouch for quick and easy access.
He looks very much the eldrich knight, ready to unleash magic and blade. His face is emotionless as he scans for victims and waits for the battle to begin.
Resist Energy (on teammate Hyundai)
Spell Immunity (Scroll for Enervation and Dispel Magic)
Haste(from Teammate)
Good Hope (from Teammate)
Aid (from Teammate) (maybe?)
As the below picture (both appearence and gear with a couple of potion bottles on her belt
Latrine is an unnaturally small human woman with wild eyes that hold a glimmering spark of insanity. She wears a tattered dress, cloak, headband, and apron. In her right hand she clutches a rusty iron pot, and occasionally a tiny scorpion can be seen crawling on her shoulders, hands, and through her hair. Binding her tattered dress at the waist, underneath her apron, is a belt with a small pouch on the left-hand side. Hung from her apron is an odd assortment of items including what appear to be metal jars of spices, a bag of flour that appears to be oozing something green in an easily accessible pouch, and keener eyes notice an assortment of grotesque trophies, or ingredients, including eyeballs, testicles, vials of blood, clumps of hair, eggs, etc hanging from various metal hooks and twine loops.
As the wall of ash disappears, Latrine lets out a mind-bending and ear-splitting cackle making most of the audience cringe and cover their ears.