Quest: (Dark Omens) Beneath the Abandoned Village | 8.17.13

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Tesarik One: ^v^ 8/17/2013 10:02:07 PM ^v^
Tesarik One: --start quest state--
Tesarik One: OH Quest: "Beneath the Abandoned Village"
Tesarik One: Your leader is Pamela.
Tesarik One: If you have questions please IM me or one of the Moderators.
Tesarik One: Estimated time is 3 hours from when we begin.
Tesarik One: You can die on our adventures and there are consequences if you
die.
Tesarik One: Make sure your dossier is updated! If it's not on your dossier
you do not have it and this includes mundane gear.
Tesarik One: Remember when you first use something to tell me how you are
able to use it - after that you can merely state the numbers.
Tesarik One: Inform me via IM or in your post in the chat the basics of what
your spells, skills, enchantments or loot do, I am not omniscient, I do not
remember what every single thing does! I will ask via IM
Tesarik One: if I need more info.
Tesarik One: Now state your info: Rank - Name - Class/Profession - Dice -
Hit Points - Defense DC - Healing Points if applicable. You will need to keep
up with your own self-healing points as they are used.
Tesarik One: ---end state---
Nobilis Arcanus: Rhyss Dalcassian , Emerald Champion, 2d74, HP 65 , Def DC
15, Self Healing Points 32 , Healing Points 22 Arcane/Mage/Support
questing requiem: Girard "Requiem" Sirri | Ruby Warrior | 3d82 - AoS | HP:
53 | Def DC: 17 | Bard/Swordmaster
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris Vidarr "The Bloodied" || Obsidian Seneschal (d89) ||
AoS || HP: 67 || Def DC: 22 || Brawler/Fighter || Self Heal: 30
Indrila: Indrila, Ruby Shield, 2d80, 45hp, DC20, Priestess / Mage
Tempt of Black: Obsidian Seneschal / A'kana Malu / Arcane-Spellborn / 2d89 /
77HP / Def DC 20 / Healing Points 30 - Self Heal 30
I Yield to None: (Rhyldrin Ken'rae - Sapphire Champion - 2D64 - 32 HP - 22
Def DC - 18 Self Healing Points - Combat/Fighter/Arcane)
Ashton Locke: Dorian Thales, Amber Marshal, 2d56, 43 hp, Psion, Def DC 22
Ashton Locke: Er
Ashton Locke: Def Dc 11*
Tesarik One: Roll 1d20 for init, add QCK, minus for armor if needed, give me
final.
OnlineHost: Ashton Locke rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
OnlineHost: Indrila rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
Ashton Locke: (15)
OnlineHost: Nobilis Arcanus rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
Indrila: (14)
Nobilis Arcanus: (17 + 5 = 22)
I Yield to None: (+12 = 28)
OnlineHost: Tempt of Black rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tempt of Black: (20)
questing requiem: [Skill- Opening Act: Bard takes first slot on sb (vs
similiar skills rank determines. ]
A Cairn of Rage: [Skill: Taunt: Places in the front of the pack]
Tesarik One: Hold while I build the SB.
Tesarik One: Fenris 0/67 [22] || Girard 0/53 [17] || Rhyss 0/65 [15] (0/22)
|| Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] || A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) || Dorian 0/43 [11] ||
Indrila 0/45 [20]
Tesarik One: Mistakes, IM me.
Tesarik One: It has not even been a week since a team was sent to rid an
abandoned village, Darrow's Crossing near upper Sarkotos, of the undead
wandering it's lonely streets. The undead were appearing in droves, all
seemingly connected to the
Tesarik One: prophecy of the triple eclipse that was set to occur at some
point in the future - when, no one knew. While the above ground had been
cleared, through some intelligence gathered by some folks it was determined
that Darrow's
Tesarik One: Crossing still had some issues, and a team was being gathered
to be sent below ground. Those who had gone there before had seen the goblins
come out of the cellar doors, and there was always the Shrine which was known
to have crypts
Tesarik One: below it. So, Port Union would teleport our group right in the
center of the abandoned town this time. Stepping free, it was daylight and
looked about the same as it had before save for rotting goblin corpses here
and there. (Begin
Tesarik One: RP)
Nobilis Arcanus: ::Once back to Darrow's Crossing, a look around was given
as he touched his chest and focused, tapping into the weave of magic and
using it to enhance and boost his agility and quickness with a quick casting
of Cat's Grace (+2 Stat
I Yield to None: -The drow remained silent as he looked around at those who
had headed the call. He had pulled the hood of his cloak as far over his face
as possible given the time of day and squinted painfully after stepping
through the portal and
Nobilis Arcanus: boost, duration fo advent). He felt his center of gravity
adjusting a bit, his footfalls growing more agile while walking forward. A
quick scan was given around, the warmage coat buckled up fully.:: *D
I Yield to None: into the center of the deserted town. Raising his arm to
try and shield his eyes more so he glanced around when possible (Sunblind
flaw).-
Tesarik One: Noted.
Ashton Locke: Darrow's Crossing? Surely if he'd ever been there, it'd been
long enough ago that he didn't really remember it, so port union it was.
Safer than trying to teleport in to some old memory on his own, anyway. Not
to mention he had no
A Cairn of Rage: It had been far too long since the Northman had come down
to the other kingdoms, longer still since he allowed for himself to be
counted amongst the ranks of the Heart. Though now that he was there, it was
hard to ignore his
Indrila: Indrila followed along at the back of the group as usual, the hood
of her cloak pulled over her head and only silvery curls revealed poking out.
It was only her respect for Maria that kept her going time after time with a
drow, all
Ashton Locke: idea what might be there. So he'd go along with the others,
though if he was talking to anyone, he wasn't doing it in the normal method.
Just sort of staring off into space and remaining mostly silent for now.
Indrila: she could do to keep from harming him and focusing on the task at
hand. But she'd been gone for some time from her homeland, and she was
learning - gasp - tolerance . Just a little wee eensy weensy bit of
tolerance. She stepped
Indrila: through the portal and peered around from one building to the next.
A Cairn of Rage: presence. Fenris displayed all the size and sheer bulk that
befitted those fireside fables of his native home. The massive Zorcan cast
beryl orbs around at the others that had heeded the call for help. Raptorial
gaze seeking out the
questing requiem: A step through the portal turned out to be all it took to
find the minstrel pulling the hood of his cloak over his eyes. Frowning at
the radiant glare he set his eerie greens to taking in the sight before he
and the group. Corpses
I Yield to None: -Everyone was just itching to get their fingers on the drow
weren't they? Females loved him and males wanted to be him.-
Tempt of Black: While she'd been to the Heart to visit once or twice now, it
truly had been a time since Kana ventured out under the Heart's 'banner', so
to speak. The Islander slipped in as quietly as a shadow, taking her place a
few steps behind
A Cairn of Rage: faces of whom he knew, which......was only two. Requiem and
Rhyss. The slight wash of warmth across his neck and exposed arms spoke to
him of a certain Spirit that was oft in his company. A crooked little smirk
given over the broad
Tempt of Black: and to the right of the monstrous Northman. While her tongue
lay still, her eyes did not, being sure to turn about to the others already
gathered there. To every look or nod one was given, and slight smile to the
minstrel, too,
questing requiem: littered here and there.. a mar upon the land already
reeking of negative energy to Requiem's senses. Whether the sense was
residual or current the man simply could not tell for his arcane senses were
hardly anywhere near as acute
A Cairn of Rage: expanse of his right shoulder. "Time to work." Even
though his words were spoken in common, the Zorcan accent was heavy;
consonants hard and abrupt, vowels long and rolling, the pitch a rough
baritone. -d
Tesarik One: The ruins were once an agricultural town, whose residents had
been run off by hill giants. Huge stones were still embedded in some of the
walls. Most of the roofs were gone. The whole place was laid
Tesarik One: out in an X shape with overgrown fields around it. There are
cottages of stone walls, no roof, and cellar doors on the outside; two stone
barns with slate roofs; a granary which was a row of three
Tesarik One: stone beehive looking buildings, a spring house which was where
fresh water was located and a one story fortresslike structure called the
Shrine. Where the showdown between the goblin necromancer and his
Tesarik One: cronies had taken place.
Tempt of Black: frowning as he was. Tipping her head to the sound of Fenris
voice, a faint smile was given his way. -d-
questing requiem: as a proper spellslingers should be. A sigh nearly met the
air.. till the sound hitched in his throat once provided with the sight of
Fenris and A'kana. The minstrel may have been squinting against the harsh
daylight, but certainly
Nobilis Arcanus: :::A turn to glance around between the gathering who had
been sent, a nod given towards Indrila then A'kana while walking over, a
third nod given to Fenris.::Good to have you two on this outting,::he turned
and would reach back
questing requiem: there was a quick grin had at the notice of their
presence. " Time to work, Indeed. Chief. " [ Sunblind Flaw ]
Nobilis Arcanus: catching the hood of the warmages coat, that was tugged up
and over his head, the braid freshly braided, scalpe on either side of the
red mohawk shaven this morning baring the dark tattooed designs decorating
the sides of his scalpe
Nobilis Arcanus: . The braid being coiled into the hood of the overcoat
before he was adjusting, and tightening the black leather gloves worn.::
Tesarik One: Their task lay below the village. Every cottage had an old
cellar door, some half ripped off and they were also made aware that there
were crypts below the Shrine.
Ashton Locke: Work? He wrinkled his nose just at the sound of that word. It
surely didn't sound like a fun way to spend his evening, but alas, here he
was! He'd just have to make the best of it. Perhaps he'd be able to see
something more in
questing requiem: Long as the day found them largely in the light, the
minstrel wasn't going to bother with the shadow magics that were far more his
forte. Not that this stopped the minstrel from drawing on a little of that
negative energy either
Ashton Locke: Shroudsight than he could on the regular visual spectrum! So
went his thinking as he moved over to one of those torn open cellar doors and
peeked down into it. (Skill: Shroudsight, if it'll reveal anything
pertinent.)
A Cairn of Rage: A rough clap to the shoulder of Rhyss and another to
Requiem as he passed by. They had to go below the city. That much had been
said. It stood to reason that the biggest house would have the deepest
cellar.....which very well may
Indrila: Indrila nodded towards Rhyss and glanced around at the others with
slightly narrowed eyes only for a moment, then she gave her attention to the
village around them. It had certainly seen better days. She drew in a deep
breath and
Indrila: then began to head for the shrine.
I Yield to None: -Moving along with the group, using the big brute of a male
as a source of some shade from the annoying sun in the sky. He noted some he
had seen before, silently that was, and found some were familiar while others
a mere memory of
I Yield to None: before.-
A Cairn of Rage: be all well and good, but they needed to head below the
shrine. So there is where those booted feet lead.
Tempt of Black: Kana let her smile linger, nodding to Rhyss, before turning
her head to the sight around them. The terrain drank into the depths of deep
green eyes. She drew a breath, huffing it out softly and immediately.
Nostrils curled slightly,
questing requiem: around them or within himself to augment himself in the
vein of an undead creature.. the genius of the spellcasting Lich. While the
casting may have gone off without a hitch.. that clap of a Zorcan hand down
on his shoulder took
questing requiem: some efforts against not to wind up buckling beneath the
strength, unintended no doubt, of it. ( Spell: Aspect of Undeath (Lich) - +2
Intelligence for length of Adventure ) -d
Tesarik One: Noted.
A Cairn of Rage: (Check out the big brain on Brad)
Ashton Locke: Well, at least he hadn't seen anything that made him want to
panic. He wasn't sure he even had the energy to panic, really, so that was
good. He stuck his hands into his jacket pockets, then headed over to the
shrine along with
Ashton Locke: Indrila.
Tempt of Black: and on she walked, following a short ways after the others.
A turn of her eyes fell over to see the ghost elf ahead, and then again to
view the one she'd met at the Inne not long back. -- Pressing on still. -d-
Tesarik One: Indrila and Fenris were heading in the right direction, and the
door was still open from days ago. Inside, two goblins lay rotten, looted
already. There was a ladder that went up to the roof, and a door across the
way that no doubt
Tesarik One: led to below the shrine.
Nobilis Arcanus: ::That shoulder did drop from the impact of that clap, the
arm a bit numb from that motion but he rolled the shoulder a little to get it
into motion while turning and followed along. Falling into himself, eyes
raised towards the
Tesarik One: The door was unlocked, even opened an inch or two. There was no
light in the crypts below, only darkness and the dank smell of old, wet
earth.
Nobilis Arcanus: roof of that shrine.::
questing requiem: An aspect chosen meant the minstrel looked just a little
worse for wear by allowing negative energy to fuel and place upon him the
'memories' of one of the many undead it once graced and enhanced throughout
the centuries. Already
A Cairn of Rage: "If you don't mind?" Fenris gave a slight gesture of both
hands to his own chest, then to the door before Indrila and himself. Not that
he doubted the members of the fairer sex--scars on his own rough hide from
one particular
questing requiem: pallid flesh grayed as he moved off in the wake of Fenris
and Indrila. If for no other reason than the presumption that his knowledging
pertaining to the undead , ... and to a lesser extent his necromancy, would
find use in what
A Cairn of Rage: one would prove otherwise-- could handle their own affairs.
Though if something did lurk on the other side of the door, he was willing to
bet he could withstand a cheap shot slightly better. Once Indrila would allow
him some space,
A Cairn of Rage: he reared back and....
questing requiem: laid ahead of them. -d
A Cairn of Rage: ...checked to see if it was open. Because you all thought
he was going to break it in.
Indrila: Indrila carried onwards, straight for the door that was slightly
ajar though she took a moment to quietly speak in the White Tongue to cast a
spell allowing her to see in the dark. (Nighteye - Darksight) She did not
mind at all the
I Yield to None: -The drow moved off to the side once the doors were open,
wiping his eyes with a single hand once out of the sunlight. After his eyes
had recovered he gazed into the darkness to see what could be seen
(Darksight).-
questing requiem: [ Darksight as well.. ]
Indrila: large man going ahead of her, and stepped aside, blinking a bit as
it seemed he was going to charge an already open door. Then he stopped and
she reached out and opened the door for him and waved her hand. "After you."
Nobilis Arcanus: ::He himself was moving forward, powdered carrot removed
from his overcoat. The powder vanished for the casting of the darkvision
spell.::
Nobilis Arcanus: (Darkvision - Duration 24 hours - Self)
Ashton Locke: He perked up a bit when he heard White Tongue, but only
because he was so close. He then gave Indrila a tap on the shoulder before
she moved through the door and leaned in to whisper.
Tempt of Black: As the progression went forward (when it did), Kana kept
pace along with. She kept alert, letting her eyes adjust as the darkness fell
in, skirting away the light. (Darksight, too.)
Indrila: She stared at Dorian a moment, and then gave a brief nod and then
spoke the same words of the spell in White Tongue, this time targetting
Dorian. (Nighteye - Darksight on Dorian).
Ashton Locke: He smiled a little and offered a polite bow of his head,
speaking...well, more audibly, but still barely above that whisper. "Thank
you." And then he blinked a bit and stared into the dark for a moment to get
himself used to that.
Tesarik One: It was a small crypt, no bigger than the building above. Only
the most important officials had been interred here, in stone coffins on
every wall.
Tesarik One: They were lucky (maybe) because whoever had been here before
had made no effort to hide the trapdoor in one corner of the crypt. The door
was nearly ripped off it's hinges and there were stairs.....leading further
downwards, a
Tesarik One: putrid smell rising upwards.
Indrila: She glanced around, reaching out to run her hand along the coffins,
feeling to see if this place was hallowed or unhallowed. She shook her head,
if it had ever been hallowed it was no longer. She moved around to see if any
of the
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris was something of a traditionalist. He liked to stick
to the basics. One part wooden beam. Three parts rotten goblin clothing. Two
parts oil. Strike flint and steel above. End result, the Northman walked on
with his torch.
Indrila: stone coffin lids had looked like they'd been moved recently. One
could never be sure with an undead infestation like they had.
Tesarik One: These coffins had not been disturbed, and still had a thick
layer of dust across the stone surface.
questing requiem: " Well isn't that nice and telling. " Mostly the whole
being ripped off its hinges part put up quite a few alarm bells. While others
improvised a means to see and one Ghost Elf investigated the coffin.. the
minstrel set his sights
questing requiem: on looking about the place overall. (spot check)
Tempt of Black: That smell curled under her nose and made her stomach feel
as if it'd sucked into her throat. Horrid. Observing as Indrila inspected the
coffins, she'd slip forward a little more to view the busted trap and the
stairs nearby..
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
questing requiem: [ no bonus. ]
Indrila: "This place has been unhallowed." She spoke softly, in that whisper
that she barely allowed her voice to rise above. Once she'd looked at every
coffin to make sure nothing had risen already out of them she moved over
towards the
Nobilis Arcanus: ::He moved on over and would drop down near the trapdoor
opening, head tilted some as he would look around it some then lowered his
eyes to the stairs. From beneath the warmage coat he withdrew a small
containor of liquid, opening
Indrila: trapdoor and tilted her head, staring down into the darkness as she
took a knee. That smell was disgusting, but she had smelled the like before.
"This is the way."
Tesarik One: You see what has already been described, nothing new.
Nobilis Arcanus: the contanier he would pour out the preserved eye and would
simply whisper to himself. Next he tossed the eye to roll and bounce down the
steps before inacting the magic eye spell. His own eyes closing.::
I Yield to None: -The silent drow simply moved with the group, his gaze
moving around as they moved, his mind working over any appropriate poison he
may wish use in the immediate future.-
questing requiem: Always into the dark, putrid places with these necromantic
sorts .. they couldn't ever have a little bright and positve like the
Deathless and White Necromancers. The things Girard considered were trivial
it seemed while waiting on
Tempt of Black: getting a bigger whiff of the hurl-worthy brew crawling up
from the depths of the place. Hearing Indrila's words, Kana peered down into
the blackness a bit more. The view was cut short to observe instead Rhyss'
magic eye. How
Tempt of Black: very interesting! -d-
questing requiem: someone to head down or otherwise began the progress
himself. Death-Touched among the undead.. why hello oh rotten putrid cousins!
-d
Indrila: Indrila would have gone down the stairs, but Rhyss dropped an
eyeball down there. She assumed, to take a look, so she rose upwards and
folded her arms across her chest and waited for the go-ahead. "What do you
see, Rhyss?"
Nobilis Arcanus: ::He turned his head first left, then right as if looking
in those directions before finally speaking,:;old sandstone catacombs and two
pathways, one to the west and one to the south. That is about it except for
sootstains. *D
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris watched as Rhyss worked his own magic and how
A'kana's own eyes grew with interest. Spellbenders always seemed to find
wonder in each other's wicked twistings of energies and forces beyond his
preferred medium. That of the
Indrila: "Let us move." When he gave the description, she began to move down
the stairs into the catacombs below using her darksight to see around. He'd
not spotted any undead it seemed, unless they were hiding. She moved swiftly,
tugging
A Cairn of Rage: raw, physical and most importantly, mundane realm. Hearing
Rhyss speak his findings, he had to admit, at times......these types were
handy. Saving them all the headache of wandering about in the dark. "Which
path is cleaner?"
Indrila: her sword out when she stepped foot on the sandstone floor. This
place was much, much larger than the other areas. And much older. She ran her
fingers along the sandstone wall and peered both the ways offered to them.
Ashton Locke: Well...if they were moving, they were moving! He was enjoying
a little rest, leaning against the wall, since it was much too crowded for
everybody to go down all at once, or even look all at once. He'd head down
after the rest of
Ashton Locke: them, since he'd be less than useless up front anyhow.
A Cairn of Rage: Whatever path was cleaner, or rather less cluttered would
be the one most often taken...and the way to go.
Tempt of Black: Kana tipped her head, turning a look back to see the doomed
one not far off, and then followed after Indrila. She took care not to step
on any magic eyeballs along the way--still trying to think over that spell
even as her feet
Tempt of Black: found the floor below. -d-
Tesarik One: It was obvious many more steps had gone in and out the south
rather than the west, but both showed signs of use.
Nobilis Arcanus: There is footsteps in the dust going both ways though there
is more going in the south pathway,::he was opening his eyes, a quick shake
of his head to re-orient himself with his own true perception before. Rising
he would frown a
Ashton Locke: (brb)
Nobilis Arcanus: bit as he headed down the steps.::I need to rework that
spell to make it where the eye is actually controlable.::And his hand raised
to stroke along the braided beard moving along with the others, though as he
thought on the spell
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris turned south, and walked towards not only towards
the front, but assumed it. He had tried to be kind as he moved up through the
ranks, but if that didn't work a small bump from an elbow and a gentle urging
from a hand did the
questing requiem: Whether the first to reach the floor or one of the middle
bunch Requiem still cast a glance about to get his bearings. Strange.. not
having that song in his head to distract him away from noticing much of what
surronded his day to
Indrila: Once she'd looked around, she began to look at it differently,
using her Shroudsight ability to see into the ghost world. Just in case.....
and her black eyes got wide when she saw it, and she pointed in front of
them. "Wraith!"
A Cairn of Rage: trick just fine.
Nobilis Arcanus: he was remaining alert as well, hell half his mind was
always on reworking his spells to be adaptable.::
Nobilis Arcanus: ::He looked up hearing Indrila, hands wreathed in
electrical but he frowned, the warmage coat was jerked open and he had a
slender length of wood in his gloved hand.::
Tesarik One: The wraith had been just fine hiding and watching, but then the
ghost elf pointed it out on the ethereal plane so POOF it appeared to them
all, a floating horrifying creature with long claws looking like sooty shadow
were wisping
Tesarik One: off of them. It flew towards Indrila and attempted to reach out
and touch her sending pain through every synapses as it's claws ripped across
her.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 21 - Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 3 85-sided dice: 70 73 26
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 27 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 5-sided die: 4
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +10 = 41
questing requiem: day .. or just these undead filled little hell holes. The
call of wraith had the minstrel seeking to draw Velatum.. after all it was
his preferred blade for dealing with such things. Though the minstrel found
the need to consider
Indrila: (Arcane Image - Evade) As the wraith appeared visibly, not that she
needed it to since she could see it anyway and then it rushed for her she
became pure arcane energy. Shadow to be exact since she was a priestess of
the shadows.
Indrila: The wraith passed right through her, then she spun around as she
solidified again and readied her blade.
Tesarik One: Wraith 0/?? [20] || Fenris 0/67 [22] || Girard 0/53 [17] ||
Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] || Rhyss 0/65 [17] (0/22) || A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) ||
Dorian 0/43 [11] || Indrila 0/45 [20]
Tesarik One: Fenris-
questing requiem: whether or not his sword's shadowed blade would prove...
effective against a wraith. Every reason to find out.. -d
Tesarik One: Wraith is incorporeal btw.
Ashton Locke: Well...he opened his mouth to say something about the wraith,
but was quite clearly too late. He stared for a moment, then shrugged, mostly
to himself.
A Cairn of Rage: The wraith had flapped and fluttered and ropped like some
arrow-stricken raven upon the odd looking elf female. Who, as luck would have
it, shifted her own form into something that let the wraith move through her.
Fenris was waiting
A Cairn of Rage: on the other side of that Indrila-cloud, hands coiled into
fists which came in in quick hard hooks for the wraith's body.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: ((+16 || Power Attack: 13 Strength || "Fighter's Weapon"
Unarmed 3))
A Cairn of Rage: ((28))
Tesarik One: (Do you have an enchantment on that so you can hit
incorporeal?)
A Cairn of Rage: ((Gunnþrá & Gleipnir: Both techs have Phantom....so yes. I
do))
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 89-sided dice: 44 41 55
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 21 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 4 8-sided dice: 3 7 2 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: ((Str: 13 || Brawler: 5 || Fighter: 3))
A Cairn of Rage: (62)
Tesarik One: (Shadow Tendrils - Reflect)
Tesarik One: As the wraith missed it's attack, it was brought face to face
with Fenris. Wasting not a moment, it's body erupted into at least a dozen
shadowy tendrils all with claws at the end like it's normal claws, stopping
the man's fists
Tesarik One: with icy cold magical energy, but it did not stop there for
those clawed tendrils sunk right through clothing and armor (unless otherwise
unable due to enchantment) and ripped into him good.
Tesarik One: (Def?)
A Cairn of Rage: ((Defense: Gut-Wrench: +11 || Forsvar: +10 || Viðfeðmir: 7
|| 62-28 = 34))
Tesarik One: Wraith 0/?? [20] || Fenris 34/67 [22] || Girard 0/53 [17] ||
Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] || Rhyss 0/65 [17] (0/22) || A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) ||
Dorian 0/43 [11] || Indrila 0/45 [20]
Tesarik One: Girard-
questing requiem: Darkness had proven a part of the minstrel for a good long
time now leading the minstrel to hardly consider the issue of shadowed blade
versus a wraith. The wake of the incorporeal undead's eruption into tendrils
as it did.. the
questing requiem: Minstrel took off in a sprint that came the Wardance
altered just enough for crowded conditions to keep his allies of meeting with
Velatum's darkblade. The wraith likely would not be so lucky as Requiem's
attentive gaze searched
questing requiem: for weakspots in the actions and movements of the
non-physical entity seeking to pierce through those weaknesses for himself.
-d
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ questing requiem scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: [ golden ring of the fates..- reroll strike ]
Tesarik One: go for it
questing requiem: [ even so Strange Luck Flaw incase it still works despite
rerolls ]
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Tesarik One: ~*~ questing requiem scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: [really Host..
questing requiem: [+12 int via Tatician's Sense , +3 Dance Partner (15) =
35]
questing requiem: [ either way Strange Fate flaw activates!
Tesarik One: (hold one sec)
A Cairn of Rage: [Well hellfire.....1 to 20..well done]
Tesarik One: (Ok I can't use Arcane Image against the wraith's attack since
it was an incorporeal not a physical attack. But the damage has scrolled out
of the room so I need someone with a log to look it up for me)
A Cairn of Rage: (41)
Indrila: +10 DEF (Armored Ink w/ Ghost Touch enchantment)
Tesarik One: 31
questing requiem: [ so.. continue with rank dice roll yes? ]
Tesarik One: Yes
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 3 82-sided dice: 4 42 23
Tesarik One: ~*~ questing requiem scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: [ Velatum - legacy broadsword (2d8 w/ Shadowed Improvement
- enchantments: phantom & holy ]
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 2 8-sided dice: 8 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ questing requiem scored 0 poynts damage ~*~Roll a 1d6 to
see who heals 10hp.
Tesarik One: SBO
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ questing requiem scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: A'kana.
Tesarik One: what's the final dmg?
questing requiem: [ 8 +11 Snowflake Wardance + 3 Dance Partner +9 wpn dmg =
31 ]
Tesarik One: Wraith 31/?? [20] || Fenris 34/67 [22] || Girard 0/53 [17] ||
Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] || Rhyss 0/65 [17] (0/22) || A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) ||
Dorian 0/43 [11] || Indrila 31/45 [20]
Tesarik One: Rhyldrin-
I Yield to None: -Seeing as how the drow had no means to effectively attack
the wraith he simply moved back and off to the side of the fight to place a
dose of Magus Expellum onto his second heavy claw [Magus Expellum Poison 2
Doses Remain]-
Tesarik One: Rhyss-
Nobilis Arcanus: :::Watching the wraith he was moving into a better position
before snapping the hand out and focused on the wand expending a charge. The
tip would start to glow before a bolt of the holy energy streaked out for the
wraith.::
OnlineHost: Nobilis Arcanus rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
Tesarik One: ~*~ Nobilis Arcanus scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Nobilis Arcanus: (17 + 11 intel = 28
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: Nobilis Arcanus rolled 2 74-sided dice: 10 42
Tesarik One: ~*~ Nobilis Arcanus scored 6 poynts damage ~*~
Nobilis Arcanus: (Wand of Enhanced Holy Light)
OnlineHost: Nobilis Arcanus rolled 2 5-sided dice: 1 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Nobilis Arcanus scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: At some point during ..or after more likely Girard's
attack that shadow of his, with a mind of his own, seperated from the one who
cast it. For what purpose.. whatever it felt like.. why that became healing
the Islander when she was
questing requiem: uninjuried who could say. [ fluff for flaw. ]
Nobilis Arcanus: (6 + 1 + 3 + 11 = 21 double if weak against holy energy)
Tesarik One: Yes, weak to holy.
Tesarik One: The wraith burst into shadow tendrils and disappeared.
Tesarik One: Fenris 34/67 [22] || Girard 0/53 [17] || Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] ||
Rhyss 0/65 [17] (0/22) || A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) || Dorian 0/43 [11] ||
Indrila 31/45 [20]
Nobilis Arcanus: ::That wand was slid back into the sheath at his right
thigh, a second wand was produced and aimed towards Fenris, this light
instead of being searing had the opposite effect working to heal the wounds
he had suffered. A second
Nobilis Arcanus: charge expended aimed towards Indrila.:: ( Wand of Full
heal 2 charges expended)
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris stood there for a moment, trying to sort out hat
just happened. Something flashed, something darkened, he could smell blood,
then something else flashed and he felt.....oddly better. Grumblng something
he gave a small hand
Indrila: Well Indrila had been about to heal herself when she felt the flush
of healing energy across her body and the horrific pain of the wraith's
attack was gone. She nodded towards Rhyss, whispering over towards him,
"Thank you." And
A Cairn of Rage: gesture before nodding to Rhyss. "Thank you......."
Indrila: then waiting no time she began to move down the corridor they'd
chosen already, the south.
Nobilis Arcanus: ::That wand rejoined the rest on his thigh, was good thing
he kept track of the different types of wood was used otherwise that woulda
been bad sending out acidic bolts to heal! A nod given to each in
return.::You are welcome,::the
Tesarik One: As they move further down the tunnel it widens into an area of
catacombs. Those who had seen the areas beneath the OH Inne would find this
strangely familiar....shelves and shelves of dead bodies, some only skeletons
and some
Nobilis Arcanus: coat rebuckled in place and he was moving forward.::
Tesarik One: mummified, some with flesh still rotting and clinging. On
either side of them they passed shelves all the way to the ceiling. A narrow
length of corridor snakes off to the northeast that they follow. It becomes
so narrow only one
Tesarik One: person can move at a time. Ahead of them, in a larger area,
there is a glowing glass-like orb in the ceiling giving an eerie glow to all
around.
Tesarik One: (SPOT check - DC18)
questing requiem: Strange.. his Velatum was enchanted with a certain
holiness.. well no matter, blaming it on the fickleness of the sword's
creator Girard set his sights on the tunnel they had wandered into of their
own free will. -d
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
OnlineHost: Nobilis Arcanus rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
Tesarik One: ~*~ questing requiem scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Indrila rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
Tesarik One: ~*~ Indrila scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: [ no bonus. ]
Indrila: 22
OnlineHost: Ashton Locke rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Ashton Locke scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Ashton Locke: (bonus irrelevant)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tempt of Black: Kana smiled and nodded her own thanks to Rhyss for tending
the others, one imparticularly.. but that was all she'd time to offer. Yes,
forward! Her eyes took to the surroundings with each and every step.
OnlineHost: Tempt of Black rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tempt of Black scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Nobilis Arcanus: (18 + 1 Perception +5 Alert = 24)
I Yield to None: (+5 = 12)
A Cairn of Rage: (Failed)
Tempt of Black: (+2 Perc, +5 Hawk Eyes, + 5 Awareness = +12 + 16 = 28)
Nobilis Arcanus: There is a portcullis ahead,::he nodded in the direction
that was before the person leading on.his head tilted some.::
Indrila: Indrila was near the front, if not taking lead, so when she spotted
something odd amidst all the dead she stopped and turned her slender body as
she tilted her head and looked around. "This place is unhallowed. This is...
not good.
Indrila: So many."
Indrila: Ah yes the portcullis, she pointed it out to those coming up behind
her, though she wasn't sure what it meant. "Keep moving?"
Tempt of Black: Her shoulders started, noting something in the ceiling just
ahead. Rhyss called it out before she needed to. Quick one, that Rhyss.
A Cairn of Rage: (Is it closed or open?)
Tesarik One: It is open and only the pointed ends can be seen above and
almost imperceptible, that's what the spot was for.
questing requiem: Girard had neither made out the portcullis nor could he
sense the unhallowed nature of the area. Perhaps there was some effect to it
that his lineage would be affected by. " .. Keep moving, yes. " -d
Nobilis Arcanus: ::Yeah he didnt trust those pointed ends, bronze tinted
eyes would rise to them, head tilted some as he moved forward and was already
working to factor in each spell if need be to keep it from falling.:::
Ashton Locke: He saw nothing, heard nothing. He probably didn't even hear
being told about the portcullis, really. He'd been somewhat ready to help
fight that wraith, but well..he hadn't needed to. Which of course made him
feel like he had no
A Cairn of Rage: Once the portculis had beenverbally mentioned and then
pointed out, Fenris cast his eyes to the walls on this side of it. Looking
for the release lever. Depending on where it was meant what was meant as
outside and what was meant as
Ashton Locke: place with this group...and yet he continued tagging along
anyhow, even if he was a bit further back than the person staying in the back
would tend to be.
Indrila: Onward then. They were here to fight undead and by Kanesh she was
going to fight as many undead as she could. She glanced side to side at the
rows of dead bodies, and then ahead and soon reached the larger area where
the glowing orb
A Cairn of Rage: inside. Which could make for a fair warning.
Indrila: was in the ceiling above.
I Yield to None: -The drow didn't see or hear anything and instead moved
along with the others.-
Tempt of Black: Kana followed forward again, at the back.. yet surely
infront of that one fellow, whose name she did not know. But follow along she
did. -d-
Tesarik One: The release lever was on the outside as in, the direction they
had come from.
A Cairn of Rage: Fen gave a faint tip of his head towards the lever as they
continued on. "We're on the side of the cage where they mean to keep things
in." Something about being behind bars...again....that irked a part of him
buried far beneath
A Cairn of Rage: the surface.
Nobilis Arcanus: ::A single nod toward what Fen was saying as he moved
forward still keeping on the look out, a hand raised catching the braided
beard giving it a light tug.::
Tesarik One: When people began to arrive beneath the orb upon polished
stone, there was a loud CRACK and the portcullis began to move quickly down!
It would take a STR DC20 to hold it up.
Tesarik One: Since Fenris was right there at it, he can let it fall or try
to keep it up.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris had zero intention of being trapped within any sort
of cage again. As the 'cell door' began to close he sent those long limbs in
motion. Powerful strides forcing himself through the group so that he could
set his hands upon
A Cairn of Rage: the portcullis and try to deny it the ability to close.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: ((+13 = 29))
Tesarik One: Fenris has caught the portcullis and is holding it up for the
time being.
Ashton Locke: "Hm?" He perked up a bit then and tilted his head. Something
about a portcullis. Oh and then look at that. There was a crack and it
started screaming down atop Fenris. Well, surely a man that large could hold
it up, assuming he
Tempt of Black: Kana's eyes shot wide in seeing the portcullis, Fen and the
meeting between. Daresay she held her breath for a blink of a moment, on edge
just long enough to ensure him all well and good there. After doing so, her
attention centered
Tesarik One: Unfortunately for everyone involved, the trigger of the
portcullis did more than just bring the gate down.... there was stirring all
around them. The dead bodies began to twitch and move. Hordes of them!
Ashton Locke: didn't catch a spike through the head. Which it seemed he
hadn't. Well he may as well step through while it was behing held open, no?
Thank goodness he hadn't spaced out enough to not notice the loud noise, or
he would've certainly
Ashton Locke: been trapped. As it was, he just walked through past Fenris
and spoke quietly in Zorcan. "Thank you, how kind to hold it for me."
Tempt of Black: up on the orb... until the twitching began, that is. The
Te-Pua Koy version of 'fuck' came out of her mouth at that point.
A Cairn of Rage: A low growl of a voice as he held the portcullis high
enough for those to pass beneath it mixed in with a slight chuckle at
Dorian's words. "Think nothing of it."
Nobilis Arcanus: Back up,..back up now!
I Yield to None: so fenris is holding the door open
I Yield to None: (sorry, wrong area lol)
Tesarik One: They came from every direction, zombies. Disgusting rotting
fleshed zombies. And, coming behind them all, a gravehound which looked like
a mean, nasty, skeletal dog.
questing requiem: Suspecting that portcullis had to come down sometime meant
that Girard moved a step forward intending to stop through. Least til the
familiar sound of twitching undead. " ...Everyone in. " Considering the
falling thing would likely
Tempt of Black: Back up she did! Kana took no time to linger. As she moved
backwards, she kept her eyes on the twitching ahead, simultaneously pulling
her bone bow and the first bolt of many.
Nobilis Arcanus: ::He was already tapping into the arcane, his body he felt
it began to become more electrified now. Around his body it was growing like
static electricty as if a storm was brewing.:: (Draconic Enhancement - 6 side
strengthen)
Tesarik One: (Ok folks, each "baddie" is actually made up of a throng of
zombies from between 5-7. So feel free when you rp your attack to rp hitting
in groups, though we will do attacks and damage as if they are one
Tesarik One: entity. )
Nobilis Arcanus: *Dice side
questing requiem: keep the undead on the other side for at least a while.
Velatum remained tightly grasped.. slashing away at the empty air now and
then whether in anticipation or nerves wasn't immediately apparent. " Least
there aren't any spirits
I Yield to None: -The drow looked around him quickly before casting Embrace
[+6 Defense for Length of Combat] with a movement of his fingers across his
chest.-
Tesarik One: (I thought everyone was in as Dorian posted being the last
person but if you are not inside the portcullis and you want to be part of
this battle you better hurry through.)
Tesarik One: Fenris 34/67 [22] || Zombie Throng 1 0/?? [14] || Zombie Throng
2 0/?? [14] || Girard 0/53 [17] || Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] || Gravehound 0/?? [16]
|| Rhyss 0/65 [17] (0/22) || Zombie Throng 3 0/?? [14] ||
Tesarik One: A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) || Zombie Throng 4 0/?? [14] || Dorian
0/43 [11] || Indrila 31/45 [20] || Zombie Throng 5 0/?? [14]
questing requiem: among them.. " Meaning ghosts. Either way he was on the
side with the undead.. -d
Tesarik One: Fenris-
A Cairn of Rage: So everyone was 'in', whih with the horde of ndead coming
to them, wasn't exactly the place to be, but it was where everyone went.
Fenris did not want to hold the door and try to fight at once so once
everyone was together he let
A Cairn of Rage: it drop....and waded into the closest Zombie throng. Meaty
fists swinging quickly as he tried to gain some space.
Tesarik One: Defense spell noted.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: yes
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 89-sided dice: 8 87 56
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 24 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 4 8-sided dice: 3 1 7 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: ((Str: 13 || Brawler: 5 || Fighter: 3 = 21 + 24 + 16 = 61))
Tesarik One: Throng Defense +10 = 51 - Fenris' fists dropped every zombie
around him.
Tesarik One: Fenris 0/67 [22] || Zombie Throng 2 0/?? [14] || Girard 0/53
[17] || Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] || Gravehound 0/?? [16] || Rhyss 0/65 [17] (0/22)
|| Zombie Throng 3 0/?? [14] || A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) ||
Tesarik One: Zombie Throng 4 0/?? [14] || Dorian 0/43 [11] || Indrila 0/45
[20] || Zombie Throng 5 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: Throng 2-
Tesarik One: They were coming from all areas, sniffing fresh meat, dripping
with rot. Girard was targetted by one horde, they encircled him and slammed
their bodies into him. (Mob of Crushing Blows - 1d extr)
Tesarik One: extra*
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 6 - Miss
Tesarik One: Girard-
questing requiem: A little extra oomph out of the zombies was not what the
minstrel sought to face right then leaving the minstrel bobbing and weaving
between the strikes that may or may not have come close. Somewhere along the
way the weaving had
questing requiem: become the wardance, leaving Requiem to lead his mob of
partners in the slashes of a blade that wanted nothing more to lash out at
the source of the rising dead more than the hordes! [ 1d extra combat bonus.
]
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Tesarik One: ~*~ questing requiem scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: [+12 tatician's sense , +3 dance partner = 34]
Ashton Locke: (brb)
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 4 82-sided dice: 22 43 8 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ questing requiem scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: [ Velatum Legacy Broadsword - 2d8 - Holy & Phantom
Enchantments. - improvement: Shadowed ]
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 2 8-sided dice: 3 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ questing requiem scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: [ final dmg = 26 ]
questing requiem: [ not including holy weakness of th eundead if any ]
Tesarik One: +10 DEF = 16 (no holy weakness with these)
Tesarik One: Fenris 0/67 [22] || Zombie Throng 2 16/?? [14] || Girard 0/53
[17] || Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] || Gravehound 0/?? [16] || Rhyss 0/65 [17] (0/22)
|| Zombie Throng 3 0/?? [14] || A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) ||
Tesarik One: Zombie Throng 4 0/?? [14] || Dorian 0/43 [11] || Indrila 0/45
[20] || Zombie Throng 5 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: Rhyldrin-
I Yield to None: -Looking around him he would exhale in annoyance before
saying some words under his breath. Upon the ground arcane wisps would swirl
and grow in number before a blast would result in that nasty little arcane
minion of his. All along
I Yield to None: its "edge" were spikes with the same upon his three
fingered hands and three toed feet. Looking around it let out an annoying and
shrill screeeeeeeeeeee! Before trying to pick which to attack [Arcane Minion,
Summon Creature, 2D68,
I Yield to None: 34 HP, Def DC 12, 3 Rounds]-
Tesarik One: Fenris 0/67 [22] || Zombie Throng 2 16/?? [14] || Girard 0/53
[17] || Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] || Rhylminion 0/34 [12]*** || Gravehound 0/?? [16]
|| Rhyss 0/65 [17] (0/22) || Zombie Throng 3 0/?? [14] ||
Tesarik One: A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) || Zombie Throng 4 0/?? [14] || Dorian
0/43 [11] || Indrila 0/45 [20] || Zombie Throng 5 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: Rhylmin-
I Yield to None: "youareallgoingtodiiiiiiiiieeee!" The little minion
screeched before running forward and launching itself into the midst of the
4th Zombie Throng. Bits and pieces would fly as the most epic of battles took
place!-
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 2 68-sided dice: 23 32
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 6 poynts damage ~*~
I Yield to None: (No Bonus)
Tesarik One: Minion did nothing but piss the zombies off, +10 DEF = 0dmg
Tesarik One: Gravehound-
Tesarik One: This lanky skeletal beast about the size of a greyhound leaped
into the fray, heading for Rhyldrin and taking a bite of his hip and trying
to rip right down into his flesh.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 13 - Miss
Tesarik One: Rhyss-
Nobilis Arcanus: ::Summoning the arcane energy around him there was a swirl
about his hands, those hands clapped together swiftly, in the air about that
hound though a second, larger set of hands formed clapping together working
to simply crush it.:
OnlineHost: Nobilis Arcanus rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Tesarik One: ~*~ Nobilis Arcanus scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
Nobilis Arcanus: (20 + 11 = 31)
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: Nobilis Arcanus rolled 2 80-sided dice: 11 52
Tesarik One: ~*~ Nobilis Arcanus scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Crit Hit btw
Nobilis Arcanus: (8 + 11 intel + 5 SoP + 5 Finger sleeve = 29 Dmg, 58 if
dbl)
Tesarik One: The poor mindless gravehound became but dust and crushed bone.
Tesarik One: Fenris 0/67 [22] || Zombie Throng 2 16/?? [14] || Girard 0/53
[17] || Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] || Rhylminion 0/34 [12]** || Rhyss 0/65 [17]
(0/22) || Zombie Throng 3 0/?? [14] || A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) ||
Tesarik One: Zombie Throng 4 0/?? [14] || Dorian 0/43 [11] || Indrila 0/45
[20] || Zombie Throng 5 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: (Crits only double your combat dice, did you double more than
that?)
Nobilis Arcanus: ::He dusted his hands together, the faint glimmer of the
same actions by those phantom hands could be seen before turning towards the
Zombies, pure bronze eyes scanning the area.::: (Yeah shit my bad so its 57
lol my bad on that one
A Cairn of Rage: (37)
Tesarik One: 37* yes
Nobilis Arcanus: (37 yeah ARGH I am turning the tv off)
Tesarik One: Gravehound is still destroyed.
Tesarik One: Zombie Throng 3-
Tesarik One: The group of (#3) shambled towards Rhyss as he focused on the
gravehound, coming in a semicircle around him they encircled him and filthy
hands reached out, tugging him into the middle of the throng. (Zombie Grab -
Must roll an
Tesarik One: escape each round to get out or take dmg every round and can
make no actions. If I make strike)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 18 - Hit
Tesarik One: Rhyss, roll an Escape - DC15 Needed.
Nobilis Arcanus: ::Well as they started to surround him he was no fool,..he
gave a quick glance around and it seemed he was working to step for an
opening. His body glimmered a moment, and one second he was in the middle the
next second he was
Nobilis Arcanus: across the area they were in with all the throngs slipping
through a rift in the very dimensional fabric,:: ( Dimensional Slip- Full
Evade)
Nobilis Arcanus: (Cast on Self)
Tesarik One: Fenris 0/67 [22] || Zombie Throng 2 16/?? [14] || Girard 0/53
[17] || Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] || Rhylminion 0/34 [12]** || Rhyss 0/65 [17]
(0/22) || Zombie Throng 3 0/?? [14] || A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) ||
Tesarik One: Zombie Throng 4 0/?? [14] || Dorian 0/43 [11] || Indrila 0/45
[20] || Zombie Throng 5 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: A'kana-
Tempt of Black: Narrowing her eyes on the turmoil not far ahead, Kana's
senses measured through the craze. The tactician watched, stepping a small
way back and to the side of Fenris. She kept her bone bow readied,
Tempt of Black: though chose instead to observe, watching close as the
zombies neared in on them. (Skill: Reflective Direction - Allows Fenris to
attack in Kana's stead [1 round (out of 4 possible)])
Tesarik One: Fenris-
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris was a man that liked to have as little debt in his
account as possible. Rhyss had healed him, therefore when the mass of zombies
(ZT3) tried to swarm him, Fenris had his next target. The faint head nod from
Kana was all he
A Cairn of Rage: needed. A few running steps, a coil of leg muscles, and a
deep bellow and up he dove. Sending a mass of swinging Northern flesh into
the mob.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Hit
A Cairn of Rage: (+16 = 31)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 89-sided dice: 82 83 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 28 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 4 8-sided dice: 2 1 3 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: ((21 + 28 + 7 = 56))
Tesarik One: The sick thud of flesh and the crack of bone was heard in the
wake of the Zorcan's fury against the undead.
Tesarik One: Fenris 0/67 [22] || Zombie Throng 2 16/?? [14] || Girard 0/53
[17] || Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] || Rhylminion 0/34 [12]** || Rhyss 0/65 [17]
(0/22) || A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) || Zombie Throng 4 0/?? [14] ||
Tesarik One: Dorian 0/43 [11] || Indrila 0/45 [20] || Zombie Throng 5 0/??
[14]
Tesarik One: Zombie Throng 4-
Tesarik One: Zombie Throng 4 moved for A'kana, and would try the very same
thing that the other throng did, she was surrounded soon on all sides, hands
reaching out, shoving her into the midst of them, crushing
Tesarik One: and clawing and ripping at her and her clothing. (Zombie Grab -
If pass strike must make your Escape DC15)
A Cairn of Rage: [skill: Ruthless. you kill something, free attack]
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: (Go for it)
Nobilis Arcanus: ::A hand raised, gloved fingers tapped to his brow beneath
the hood of the overcoat then flicked off ina slight salute in the Zorcan's
direction. Hell that had been a slightly close call.::
Tesarik One: Missed A'kana.
A Cairn of Rage: Up rolled Fenris, like a thunderhead over the Knockskulls
the Zorcan continued his path of open hostility. Moving into the horde that
tried to grab at A'kana, limbs snapping, bones cracking, flesh tearing
beneath those hands. (ZT4)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 89-sided dice: 7 83 48
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 21 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 4 8-sided dice: 4 1 7 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (61)
Tesarik One: Another throng ripped to bits.
Tesarik One: Fenris 0/67 [22] || Zombie Throng 2 16/?? [14] || Girard 0/53
[17] || Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] || Rhylminion 0/34 [12]** || Rhyss 0/65 [17]
(0/22) || A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) || Dorian 0/43 [11] || Indrila
Tesarik One: 0/45 [20] || Zombie Throng 5 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: Dorian-
Ashton Locke: Well...they seemed to have this situation well in hand. First
an entire group of zombies gets turned into paste, then the bone dog just
collapsed into dust, and people were teleporting and all that. He had no
desire at all to draw
A Cairn of Rage: "Only I get to mes that pretty little head up."
Ashton Locke: any attention to himself in this mess, so he let his
psicrystal do that for him. Out it was fetched, to immediately zip out and
bonk a zombie in throng 5, and then one in throng 2 on the head, before
settling between them and
Ashton Locke: sending energy out to get all those air molecules excited
enough to dance. So much dancing that zombies would start bursting into
flames, hopefully. (Psicrystal spell: Immolate, 2 targets (throng 2 and 5 of
course), +4 damage, DC23)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 20 - Fail
Ashton Locke: (Roll for both?)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Fail.
OnlineHost: Ashton Locke rolled 2 56-sided dice: 35 28
Tesarik One: ~*~ Ashton Locke scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
Ashton Locke: (8 + 10 int, +4 spell damage = 22 fire/heat damage)
Tesarik One: Their throng defense did not work against fire. 22dmg to both.
Tesarik One: Fenris 0/67 [22] || Zombie Throng 2 38/40 [14] || Girard 0/53
[17] || Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] || Rhylminion 0/34 [12]** || Rhyss 0/65 [17]
(0/22) || A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30) || Dorian 0/43 [11] || Indrila
Tesarik One: 0/45 [20] || Zombie Throng 5 22/40 [14]
Tesarik One: Indrila-
Indrila: A terrible nightmare for the ghost elf, surrounded on all sides by
a zombie apocalyptic horde. She climbed up on the shelves until she was high
enough to see across the orb-lit room already speaking the chant in White
Tongue she
Indrila: had prepared. She watched as some were taking the creatures out by
hand, some by magic, some by fire and finished her chant and began to move
her hands as if directing music. (Spell: Dark Shepher - Attack AoE - Both
throngs. +8 DEF
Indrila: DC26)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 20-sided dice: 11 15
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Both fail.
OnlineHost: Indrila rolled 2 80-sided dice: 74 14
Tesarik One: ~*~ Indrila scored 12 poynts damage ~*~
Indrila: +20 (INT, Arcane Sleeve, Surge of Power) +8 (spell) = 40
Indrila: Dark Shepherd* She controlled the undead causing them to move and
attack not her allies, but each other instead doing enough damage that they
very likely ripped themselves to shreds and did not threaten her allies any
longer.
Tesarik One: They set to each other as directed by the spell, and soon all
the zombies were ripped apart, or merely twitching upon the crypt floor.
A Cairn of Rage: ((Guess what guys? That was Round 1. Badge award! Well done
all. Short Work: Your team kills all enemies in one round of combat on a
mission or quest.))
Tesarik One: Fenris 0/67 [22] || Girard 0/53 [17] || Rhyldrin 0/32 [22] ||
Rhylminion 0/34 [12]** || Rhyss 0/65 [17] (0/22) || A'kana 0/77 [20] (0/30)
|| Dorian 0/43 [11] || Indrila 0/45 [20]
A Cairn of Rage: ((Also....congrats again. Untouchables: Your team gets
through one quest without anyone taking any damage at all. You must face
combat for this to be earned.)
Tesarik One: (Fenris and Indrila took dmg with the wraith though)
questing requiem: [ well drat. ]
A Cairn of Rage: (Oh fiddlesticks read it wrong. Read combat. My
mistake....)
A Cairn of Rage: (first one stands though. Good job. Sally forth and all
that jazz)
Tempt of Black: (I'm noting the badge for adding this week, too.)
Tesarik One: When the zombies all fell over, the portcullis began to slowly
lift once again. They could go no further in this area, but there was still
the West Crypt to explore, unless they were done with the undead and wanted
to go home!
Tesarik One: (Ok so that means no one has to send it in yes? You're adding
it for us?)
Tempt of Black: (Correct. :) )
questing requiem: Done with the undead.. Girard at least could never be
completely done with them.. the nuisance of having been born through notably
necromanctic means. The hordes had fallen at least.. leaving Requiem at least
intent on exploring..
questing requiem: there was bound to be a necromancer somewhere in the
tunnels after all! " Lets keep moving.. there is a source and I mean to see
where its scurrying about. " -d
A Cairn of Rage: Fen shook himself violently, like a dog tossing water once
it climbed from the lake. Pieces of zombie-ick flying to land where it would
before he his hand down the front of his face, sucking his teeth slightly
before spitting to one
Nobilis Arcanus: ::He chcked to make sure the zombies were just twitching,
head tilted and a couple balls of flame struck a zombie that twitched to
much. Turning he moved from the area silently, head tilted some working
towards the west end of the
Nobilis Arcanus: crypt and that pathway now.::
Tempt of Black: Having set her bone bow back in place, A'kana turned and
leaned to the wall for a moment. She watched the others turn their way back
out, pushing up to again follow amongst them. She got a bit of the
zombie-flicking from Fenris,
A Cairn of Rage: side. "Requiem has a point, job ain't done." One small
smirk and quick wink given as he moved towards where they needed to go.
Ashton Locke: His psicrystal was well on its way to bully someone in the
group since there were no more zombies to pick on, but he used a bit of
telekinesis to yank it back into his hand and stuff it in his pocket, then
wrinkled his nose when it
Indrila: She crawled down the shelves and landed with a soft thud of her
boots when she got to the floor, and looked around. This place needed
hallowed, but that took time because it was quite large. They had to make
sure the other portion
Ashton Locke: was suggested they continue on. He let out a sigh, then
...well, stood there and waited for someone else to move along first so he
could drag his feet and follow along.
Indrila: was cleared through. She moved beside Dorian, hand reaching out to
grip his upper arm a moment. no the job was not done. She made haste towards
the other passageway, she apparently didn't have enough sense to be afraid of
going
Indrila: first, or second if Fenris was ahead of the small ghost elf.
I Yield to None: -The drow watched the ghost elf climb down and lifted an
eyebrow at her behavior. He remained silent though a half smirk did form on
his dark mouth as he thought of the irony.-
Tempt of Black: narrowing her eyes over at him, but a grin showed just below
that. A single flick of flesh from her arm and the Islander pressed on,
nodding and smiling her admiration to the ghost elf along the way. Her
zombie-vs-zombie spell was
Tempt of Black: splendid, indeed. -d-
Ashton Locke: Grabbing onto his arm! Was he being dragged along, perhaps? If
not, he'd settle to the back of the group once again. He might want to do a
hundred other things (who wouldn't?) but that didn't mean he'd ditch everyone
here. Hell with
Ashton Locke: all these folks he didn't particularly feel in danger, anyway.
Indrila: Indrila nodded back to A'kana, somber as always though, gripping
her sword in hand though she'd been using magic so far. At least her
darksight was still working.
Tesarik One: Five sarcophagi sit in the center with shelves on the wall full
of dead bodies. There is a heavily fortified door against the back wall, and
standing before the door is a ghost. A very well armored
Tesarik One: ghost it looks like. He does not attack the group though when
you all appear before him, he merely stares at you all then speaks up, "What
do you seek deep within these ancient crypts, adventurers?"
A Cairn of Rage: Oration. A well known strong suit of Fenris. Which he
proved such, by pushing Girard out to talk to the ghost. Minstrels did that
after all. Talk.
I Yield to None: -The drow looked back the way they had come and then the
way everyone was going. Moving in so he was at the end of the moving group he
simply looked around before coming to a stop with the others and listening to
the talking ghostly
I Yield to None: tin can.-
Nobilis Arcanus: ::Well now he would let someone else speak since he doubted
the ghost wanted to hear eradication of the undead in this area. Turning he
would look towards the group, head tilted a bit.::
questing requiem: Progress led them to .. a ghost.. and a chatty one, had
they run into one of those of late since the Spiralling Staircase? No, he did
not believe so. Fenris's push did send the Minstrel forth.. and why not? He
was of ghostly lineage
Indrila: She came to a halt and seeing the ghost did not instantly attack
and in fact was asking questions, she bowed respectfully and stepped forward.
Though if the bard wanted to take point, she'd surely stand to the side.
Though she did
Tempt of Black: Kana grinned some, seeing Fenris elect the minstrel to
speak.
Indrila: whisper to the ghost, "We have been sent to clear the blight of
undead from this place, ghostly sir. What do you guard here?"
Tesarik One: "Ahh it certainly is a blight, crawling around. Do you know if
you go that way you will find hordes of crawling hands? That is all, crawling
hands." The ghost pointed towards a wall, with a close look a door could be
made out. "I
Tesarik One: guard my King. King Coronas of Valden."
questing requiem: .. nice of the ghost elf to beat him to it. Leaving the
minstrel quieting himself with only a slight frown. Well there was no reason
not to continue where the priestess left off. " Crawling hands you say? Hm..
" Ah well the spirit
questing requiem: provided a detail he could ponder over in the form of
mentioning a King. [ Knowledge check - Nobility & Royalty ]
Tesarik One: "Crawling hands," the ghostly knight repeated. "Ahh I am rude.
I am Ammaradon." He bowed.
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ questing requiem scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: [ +12 int , +5 knowledge: nobility & royalty = 20 ]
questing requiem: " I am called Requiem. " Said the minstrel, though he
wasn't going to keep the others from introducting themselves if they wished..
odds were he was going to be chatty at any rate. -d
Tesarik One: He held his sword in hand and turned to look at them all, then
shook his head. "You are adventurers, sent to clear out the undead. There is
nothing for you in my king's crypt, nothing of value and no undead save for
me, left here to
Tesarik One: do what I could not do in life. You should move on. You do not
wish to fight me."
questing requiem: " Ah, .. Coronas.. a good, fair man.. well suited for
ruling a kingdom. A king whose reign ended too soon. You guard his resting
place then? .. " Girard pondered this.. " Is there anything the source of
these undead might seek in
Tesarik One: (Anyone who wishes can roll an Insight)
questing requiem: your Lord's tomb? " [diplomacy check ]
OnlineHost: Ashton Locke rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Tesarik One: ~*~ Ashton Locke scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Indrila rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Indrila scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: [ insight check first. ]
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ questing requiem scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Nobilis Arcanus: (Bah I will)
questing requiem: [ no bonus. ha. ]
OnlineHost: Nobilis Arcanus rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ Nobilis Arcanus scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tempt of Black rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tempt of Black scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: p
Ashton Locke: (+5 from the psion bonus = 14)
Tempt of Black: (17)
I Yield to None: (No bonus = 15)
Nobilis Arcanus: (7 + 1 Perception = 8)
questing requiem: [ will roll the diplomacy check when rolls and states are
over..]
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris stepped nearer to A'kana, his right hand rose ever
so slightly behind her. The tips of fingers gracing the small of her back for
a brief moment before he let his limb fall back to his side. Something about
this whole thing
A Cairn of Rage: had the bitter scent of bullshit about it.
Tesarik One: 13+ Insight - You can tell from the tone of the ghost's voice,
the way he holds his sword, and his words that he speaks truth. He is
extremely powerful, and would be a terrible foe to attempt to beat. He also
speaks the truth about
Tesarik One: only guarding his king's tomb. He is not hiding anything.
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ questing requiem scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tempt of Black: Kana turned a look over to Fen, tipping her head a slight
bit, before watching forward again.
questing requiem: [+16 (alluring tongue, 11 charisma )= 21 ]
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: You win diplomacy check. Though he has been telling the truth
all along. He means no harm to any of you and merely wishes to guard his
king's tomb.
Tesarik One: "There is nothing of value inside except the body of Coronas.
Which means far more to me than riches and treasure. He will rest peacefully,
for all ages to come."
Ashton Locke: "Well, I see no reason to mess with your king's tomb. You
appear to be rather honest." As far as ghosts went, anyway. He didn't talk to
many ghosts.
Indrila: "Have you seen what is creating so many undead in this place?" She
moved closer again, whispering. She too though the ghost was one of the rare,
good ones. A guardian, set here to keep something he held precious safe. "Do
you wish
questing requiem: " In your time guarding his tomb, have you learned why he
was assassinated? " Asked Girard, cuirousity was a rather damning thing
sometimes.. if only for the sake of knowledge in this case. -d
Indrila: to move on, Ammaradon? I could help you."
A Cairn of Rage: He gave a reluctant grunt of acceptance. Silent words
spoken found the mark, though he didn't seem to enjoy it.
Tesarik One: "Power. His friends, five of them, turned against him. I did
not see it until too late. My king was dead. But, all five...they are dead as
well. I killed all of them. I will not move on. I do not want rest. I will
stay here for
A Cairn of Rage: Turning to look down at the odd lookig female elf, Fenris
was a small bit confused. He wasn't savvy in the ways of ghosts and rituals
and the like. So he voiced his question. "If....you help him move
on.....who guards the corpse
A Cairn of Rage: then?"
Tesarik One: eternity and protect my lord's tomb from any unrest at the
hands of the Five or any other." He paused and stared at Indrila. "They come
from the Pale Mistress. I've seen her wander around. She has horns. I would
leave if I were you
Tesarik One: there are more undead in these crypts and tunnels than there
are of you."
Tempt of Black: Conversing with the ghost was best left for the others. Kana
listened closely to the words in both directions, keeping her place next to
the Northerner.
Indrila: 'None would." She said honestly, though she had felt need to at
least offer the ghost a chance to move on. She had not expected him to take
it.
I Yield to None: -The drow remained where he was and simply listened. Some
of the words stood out to him and mental notes were made on both those and
some he had to research more of.-
Indrila: "One more question and we will leave you at peace. Who are the Five
you speak of, and this Pale Mistress?"
Tesarik One: Indrila, roll d20 you may add INT to it.
Nobilis Arcanus: ::He gave a quiet chuckle at the more undead before a shake
of his head given. Arms crossed over his chest before glancing back towards
the ghostly knight listening quietly on the pale mistress.::
OnlineHost: Indrila rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Tesarik One: ~*~ Indrila scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Indrila: 21
Nobilis Arcanus: (Arcana check)
OnlineHost: Nobilis Arcanus rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Tesarik One: ~*~ Nobilis Arcanus scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: " The Five? These Five are the assassins of Coronas then..
" Girard mulled this over at least.. did it tie in to the Omens Ophelia had
brought the news of out of the Black Fire Ruins? Well he'd read and good deal
and there was even
Nobilis Arcanus: (15 + 5 Knowledge:Arcana + 11 = 31)
MthShepa7: Anyone here a cannibal press 2 or say I Im bored and not a bot
OnlineHost: *** You have ejected MthShepa7 from this room ***
questing requiem: more he could discover by consulting Ercil.. certainly the
Arcanum Guardian knew more after all. [ knowledge check: arcana as well ]
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Tesarik One: ~*~ questing requiem scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: [+16 = 26]
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris turned at the sound of Rhyss, a faint lowering of
his brows as he tilted his head to one side. Perhaps a question for another
time, another place, perhaps with horns in hand.....or whatever it was Rhyss
used to drink from.
questing requiem: [25*
Tesarik One: "The Five Masters of Evil they are called. There were five
necromancers and they all worked together at one point building undead and
building crypts. You can find the things scattered all over the
Tesarik One: place. They show up in the basements of merchant's stores,
innes, temples, castles, and inside the lairs of monsters. No one really
knows for sure how many there are, but they say there is something in
Tesarik One: every known land."
A Cairn of Rage: All this talk of things already dead, had his attention
beginning to wander. That was until he mentioned they could find things in
every known land. That brought his focus right back in a heated rush.
Tesarik One: "The Pale Mistress, she is one of the Five. She is known as
The Soul. She is a cruel mistress. But not as cruel as Kaput, The Head."
Tesarik One: "Now, leave me to my duties."
Tesarik One: (Well folks it's that time, as always you are welcome to keep
roleplaying but the official log is going to be over now. The portal awaits,
and for now the undead are cleared out in the "known" areas of this crypt.
And, information
Nobilis Arcanus: ::He leaned over speaking more to Fen than anything
else,:;a little bossy there isnt he?
Tesarik One: has been found for the Dark Omens storyline. If you wish to
progress in this storyline, be sure to take a look as there are PSL's and
missions that can be done with the little story I got going)
I Yield to None: -Rhyldrin listened intently and began to have thoughts on
the matter.... It couldn't be... them could it? No, they wouldn't be working
that deeply with their own hands. That wasn't their style.-
Tesarik One: Log Off
A Cairn of Rage: "I don't understand why dead things don't.....you
know....stay dead. Back to the mud and it's over."