Mission: Horse Thieves! | 5.29.14

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Tesarik One: Log On

Tesarik One: If you absolutely want to bring a higher level char for

whatever reason, I will allow it ONLY if you come along for roleplay.

Tesarik One: Which means you can join in the combat, but you aren't allow to

roll dice. You can just make a roleplay only attack. So if you agree with

that, that's fine.

Tesarik One: ^v^ 5/29/2014 1:09:44 AM ^v^

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Tesarik One: Gar mun I just said in the chat that if you really want to

bring a higher level char for whatever reason, such as the challenge, that's

fine but you cannot roll your dice or anything, you can just roleplay.

Tesarik One: You can roleplay out your attack just no dice.

Tesarik One: --start quest state--

Tesarik One: OH Mission: "Horse Thieves!"

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 1.5 hours from when we actually begin

roleplay.

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: Now state your info: Rank - Name - Class/Profession - Dice -

Hit Points - Defense DC - Healing Points if applicable AND FLAWS. You will

need to keep up with your own self-healing points as they are

Tesarik One: used.

Tesarik One: ---end state---

suspicious hex: Sapphire Champion Cassandra Reive [ 2d64 | 44HP | DEF DC: 16

| Flaws: Rough Demeanor, Feeble, Distinctive ]

fionnadh na tine: Finn Declan, Topaz Defender, 2d44, 17hp, ddc 15, Mr. Nice

Guy, Young Pup, Strange Luck

The Bronze Stag: Conall Dalcassian , Amber Adept , 2d50, HP 44, Def DC 22,

Devout/Druid, Healing Points: 14, Intolerance Green Dragons/Traitors/Orcs

(Grandfathered in Intolerance x 3)

The Lunar Beacon: (Brendan Pearce, Devout/Paladin, 2d52, hp = 31(36 with

Diehard) , dc = 18, Healing = 14 points, Rezz, Flaws: Chivalrous Courtesy,

Compulsive Honesty, Grudge Keeper(Cherith d'Avilon)

Mighty Gar thog: (Emerald Shield, GarThog support healer, 2d78 hp 55 w

Amulet ddc 22 heal 44 Flaws - love of Nature, Ponderous, Technophilia)

Tesarik One: Makarigru Derry, Amber Champion, 2d54, 22hp (flaw), DDC17,

Young Pup, Technophilia, Fear the Reaper

The Lunar Beacon: (Amber Adempt)

cogthrottle: [ Arcabelle Pepperboom Cogthrottle the Third; Topaz Adept;

2d32; 11ddc; Arcane/Mage; 27hp (mind over body); Impatient; Loudmouth;

Technophilia ]

lurkerinshade: [ Emerald Champion | Maereth Selakir | 2d74 - 57hp - 16 ddc |

Arcane - Black Mage/ Devout | Flaws: Intolerance (elves), Distinctive, &

Haunted ]

Tesarik One: Roll init. Give final #.

suspicious hex: [ Oh yeah. Arcane / Mage / Arcane! ]*

OnlineHost: The Bronze Stag rolled 1 20-sided die: 14

OnlineHost: suspicious hex rolled 1 20-sided die: 12

OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 2

OnlineHost: cogthrottle rolled 1 20-sided die: 15

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 8

Mighty Gar thog: (4)

suspicious hex: [ +6 qck = 18 ]

OnlineHost: lurkerinshade rolled 1 20-sided die: 6

OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 20-sided die: 5

cogthrottle: (( 15! ))

fionnadh na tine: 10

The Bronze Stag: (14 + 12 Qck = 26)

Tesarik One: 15

lurkerinshade: [+6 qck, +10 Lightning Init = 22 ]

The Lunar Beacon: (Tired, Amber Defender)

OnlineHost: The Lunar Beacon rolled 1 20-sided die: 8

The Lunar Beacon: (+8quick, no armor penalty due to Paladin Blessed Armor =

16)

Tesarik One: Hold for SB.

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cogthrottle: (( tch, giving the rest of us a bad name .. *shakes fist* ))

suspicious hex: ( Indeed. )

fionnadh na tine: (Maybe he's French and it's his whole purpose in life.)

cogthrottle: (( seriously ))

suspicious hex: ( Bloody mainlanders! )

Tesarik One: Conall 0/44 [22] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57 [16] || Cassandra 0/44

[16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14) || Arcabelle 0/27 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] ||

Finn 0/17 [15] || >Gar 0/55 [22] (0/44)

Tesarik One: Mistakes? IM me.

Tesarik One: Guess it's good to go!

Tesarik One: ^v^ 5/29/2014 1:21:20 AM ^v^

Tesarik One: Sometimes the adventures that the Heart is called upon to

perform are life changing, world changing even! Terrible creatures pulled

into this world to wreak havoc and it is on our faithful and loyal Heart to

protect the world while

Tesarik One: looting and getting rich in the process! But sometimes....

sometimes it's just very mundane things the Heart is called upon to do, no

less important of course, but tonight is one of those nights. Maria has been

asked by a local

Tesarik One: livery stable to hunt down horse thieves. It seems that a

halfling male took upon himself during a slow part of the day to stand in

front of the large stables taking horses off people's hands and telling them

to just head 'round

Tesarik One: back to pay, the owner's taking care of a horse that threw a

shoe! The halfling managed to get three horses from a family before the staff

was alerted by the family wandering about behind their stables.... so....

Tesarik One: it is up to you to locate the horse thieves, retrieve the

horses, and bring the thieves to justice! The team has been instructed to

meet at the main gate outside of Navahla, not far from the stables. (Begin

RP)

Mighty Gar thog: ~Having heard of Healers who never fought, the dragon

decided to try that, just once, for a change of pace. He would instead try to

just obsere, and aid with such things as healing, intercepting blows and

trying to find

Mighty Gar thog: things. He was drinking from a barrel of mead outside, when

Maria did an immediate call, so... there he was.~

fionnadh na tine: "Fuckin' horse thieves. I can understand takin' a man's

gold, or even his regular old belongings, but his horse? That's fucked." Who

was he speaking to? Probably Maka, as he pulled on a shirt. He'd spent most

of the day half naked

cogthrottle: All things considered, from what she had been informed it was

not something to tax the mind overmuch - but things were getting just a

little stressful down in the shop, and as she had narrowly avoided taking her

assistants head off

suspicious hex: Cassandra was moonlighting again, but that was because she

had been called upon to deal with horse thieves! How one could steal another

creature, a creature with a soul of its own boggled her mind. If someone

tried to steal Apex,

The Lunar Beacon: He'd taken special interest in this particular case. He

was always happy to help in the grander things, but due to his personal life,

this case just demanded his attention. He'd retrieved Andoriel, his mount,

and was waiting at

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fionnadh na tine: again, but it was warm out and it got some admiration for

the tattoo running up his arm. He pulled on his dapper fucking vest as well,

and fully dressed once more, it was out and off towards the gate to try and

help! "And it's no

cogthrottle: with a well placed copper bolt she needed to get some air,

stretch her legs and probably kick something a few times. Of course, the leg

stretching was even stretchier than usual, after being given the details she

thought it prudent

fionnadh na tine: fuckin' surprise to hear it was a halfling either, now is

it?"

The Lunar Beacon: the gate while others arrived. He'd come early, not

wanting to be the main focus seen flying in, his mount a Celestial Steed.

suspicious hex: they would have had an eye out by now! The witch had made

her way to the meeting place with little action, it was quite a walk from her

cottage to the city but she enjoyed it none-the-less.

cogthrottle: to add a few feet to her height .. approximately three or four

[ Rapid Development / Effect Spell / Makes human sized! ] So she wouldn't be

mistaken for a halfling in the frenzy. Easy mistake to make, to the stupid.

And so a six

lurkerinshade: Maereth spent only a handful of seconds mulling over why he'd

bothered to join in on this venture. A momentary lapse in his self-interested

personality in favor of a more generous one.. Well that proved terribly

short-lived by all

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Tesarik One: Maka was excited to actually be sent on a mission! She listened

to Finn, nodding a bit, while checking and double checking that her guns were

in place and the slightly uncomfortable studded leather fit just perfectly.

Her cloak was

cogthrottle: foot blue haired .. humanoid .. would stroll down the streets

towards the main gate, hand stuffed in the pockets of her long buttoned up

coat as bright eyes flicked over every little detail on the offchance she

missed

cogthrottle: something interesting.

Tesarik One: pushed over her shoulders, it was warm outside after all.

"Nobody likes a fuckin' horse thief, no matter where you go in the world.

Them's the dregs of society there." She moved on along to the gate, and

shuffled her feet a bit as

Tesarik One: she waited for others to show up.

lurkerinshade: appearances! The presence of Cassandra made the lapse

somewhat more tolerable.. experimenting how she and others of potential worth

to his plans reacted when empowered by his spells? Well that was worth his

attention for a time! "

The Bronze Stag: ::Well now there he was making his way for the gate

himself, fingers clasped about the bronzewood glaive, fingers idly flicked at

some lint that could be on the front of the simple linen shirt, well it was

more of just concealing

The Bronze Stag: his own little preperation. Bronze tinted hair fell loosely

around his shoulders, green eyes raised towards the gathering.:: [Cat's Grace

(Quickness) - Target: Self - Spell Type: +1 stat boost - Duration:

Adventure]

fionnadh na tine: He had no weapons at all! And no armor, to boot. He'd just

plan on chasing the little bastard down and shaking him til he stopped

moving. Not stopped forever, of course, but stopped just the same. "Aye." He

grabbed Maka's sleeve and

lurkerinshade: Aiding the non-believers, Cassandra? How generous of you. " A

sarcasm-filled greeting for the Witch now that he'd arrived at the gates not

too far from the stables they would be investigating. -d

fionnadh na tine: gave it a tug, then pointed towards the blue haired person

wandering about. "Would ya look at that! Fuckin' blue hair, and isn't she a

tall drink of water?" Not said as quietly as it probably should have been!

Mighty Gar thog: ~He was just happy they did not steal the horses he had

been training for a local stables. Imagine having the problem of having his

trained beasts taken and the owners demanding compensation. Horses were

expensive!~

suspicious hex: " Everyone believes in something, Maereth even if it is that

horse thievery proves the lowest form of scum. " Her shoulders were lifted in

a shrug, before she cast her gaze out towards all those that had gathered.

Apex had opted to

Tesarik One: "Oooo, she's amazing! I love blue hair!" She snickered and gave

him a nudge.

The Lunar Beacon: He'd greet each arrival with a nod, sitting calmly in his

saddle as Andoriel busied himself with grazing in the idle time. He wore no

helm, but was encased in full plate, weaponry and shields placed evenly about

the saddle.

Tesarik One: Once everyone arrived, it wouldn't be far to Frandal's Livery

Stables right outside of town. The long, rambling stable has four wings

radiating out from a central hub, which causes it to resemble a

Tesarik One: temple or some other public building rather than a mere horse

barn. Stately trees shade the courtyard and stable. The building has a slate

roof, bright red walls, and neat white trim. Several dogs, and

Tesarik One: even some cats prowl around, and an older man with a shock of

grey hair stands out in the courtyard, wringing his hands while stableboys

move about taking care of the business they still have.

suspicious hex: stay at home today.

Tesarik One: Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57 [16] || Cassandra 0/44

[16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14) || Arcabelle 0/27 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] ||

Finn 0/17 [15] || >Gar 0/55 [22] (0/44)

fionnadh na tine: "Well it's not exactly fuckin' common now is it?" He

realized too late that the blue haired one was heading the same way they

were! Hopefully she hadn't heard him. Not like he wasn't withiout his own

distinctive feature! Though

Mighty Gar thog: ~Family horses were often more like family than just work

beasts. He could just imagine a small child crying over the loss of the

horse. These thiees would be stopped.~

cogthrottle: Fingertip was lifted and turned in the air briefly, "Nolem.",

with a vague mutter leaving her lips as she twirled it in a circle [ clarity

of mind, +1 intelligence buff! 3 hours ] She had heard the particular

statement but at this

lurkerinshade: " Now you just sound like a Rumerian.. " Maereth spoke with a

level of disdian.. not for the human Rumerians.. but the elves among them and

their bloody horses as well. After that though.. Maereth set to watching the

other Adventur-

fionnadh na tine: having eyes that were different colors was a lot harder to

notice than blue hair! Anyhow, to the stables it was. If one of those dogs

got close enough he'd give it a good pet and a scratch behind the ears.

fionnadh na tine: (brb)

Tesarik One: Spells noted.

cogthrottle: present juncture wasn't sure how to respond to it. So she just

ignored it, save for a quick flash of teeth in the redheads direction. Yup,

good thing for the developmental boost .. she'd hate to have been short right

about now!

lurkerinshade: erers.. Cassandra included for potential targets of his

demonically inclined spells of empowerment. He would begin his spellcasting

eventually.. a little closer to the stables perhaps. -d

Tesarik One: "Thank you for coming, Maria said you'd be straight away." He

unfolded a piece of parchment upon which one of his more artistic workers had

drawn a sketch of a halfling male's face. He handed it outwards, to whoever

wanted to take

The Lunar Beacon: Seeing that none others were riding, he dismounted and

walked his steed, choosing his broadsword and a light shield, equipping them

to his person as they headed to the stables. He opted for staying quiet for

the time being, feeling

The Lunar Beacon: out the group as they spoke, getting used to each one's

mannerisms.

suspicious hex: " I am a witch. " As if that explained everything, while the

old man was muttering about the thief, Cassandra was offering a blessing to

her Patron. It was in Infernal though, so not many would understand that.

There seemed to be

Tesarik One: it! Then pointed towards the right side of the stable. "They

says that the halferling was standing over there, and took all three horses

from 'em and told 'em to head around back. I found 'em behind the barn

wandering about and told

cogthrottle: Paper! She readily took the drawing, turning it end over end as

she studied it .. huh .. made sense. Before lifting a hand up with the

parchment produced in case anyone else wanted a looky loo.

Tesarik One: them I had no halferlings hired here. I got nothing against 'em

mind you but none's ever asked to work here. They're waiting inside, so

hopefully it won't take you long to find them. There's tracks that-a-way."

suspicious hex: no visible trace of what her spell did but something

happened, because Cassandra smiled to herself. [ Spell: Polymorph Self. No

effects. ] " One has to wonder how a Halfling managed to corral three horses

alone.. "

Mighty Gar thog: ~His neck extended up and out towards the man, overhead of

the others, to catch a glimpse of the sketch~

Tesarik One: "I got horses ready for you all if you wish to move on

horseback." He nodded to Brendan since he had a horse already. The

stablehands were bringing out various horses all ready for riding if they

were needed, though they might want

Tesarik One: to check out the tracks first!

The Lunar Beacon: He cast a glance over the image as it was passed about,

taking note of the blessing that was uttered. He'd been schooled to

recongize the language as part of his training, more as a defensive measure,

nodding to the man. "If they

The Lunar Beacon: wish to walk, Andoriel will safely find his way home, I

assure you."

cogthrottle: "..Horses?" She stared unconvinced. "I .. " A brief frown. Like

she was going to admit not knowing how to ride aloud!

Tesarik One: She peeked over at the parchment so she could get an idea of

what the halfling looked like, and nodded to the blue haired woman with a

wink, before turning her attention back to the man Frandal. Once he said his

peace, she moved on

The Bronze Stag: ::He moved over taking a glance at the sketch, head tipped

some before he looked over to the man listening.then moved over to the spot

the male had motioned the halfling had been.::Can someone carry this for me

for the moment? ::He

The Bronze Stag: held the glaive up before archign an eyebrow.::

Tesarik One: over to where the crime apparently happened and began looking

around, trying not to step all over any footprints that might be there.

fionnadh na tine: He moved over, getting right up in the blue haired one's

personal space to have a look at the picture and scowled. "Hey, I think I

know this little fucker." He snatched the sketch out of her hands and studied

it a moment longer,

fionnadh na tine: then nodded. "Aye, this one's the one that led me into

that punchin I got when I got into town."

Mighty Gar thog: ~Hereached out to grasp the glaie and hold it for the

fourlegged ally~

Mighty Gar thog: *glaive

Tesarik One: "Fuckin' hell, is it really? Two birds, one stone then." She

grinned a little at that, and then knelt down and searched the area as

quickly as she could.

lurkerinshade: Maereth balked at the idea of horse-riding.. paired with that

un-natural aura he gave off.. such beasts just would not be overly happy with

him seated on their back. The listening part of this matter left the Magus

watching his

cogthrottle: Tongue clucked against the roof of her mouth in rapid

succession and took a step back, grabby hands indeed!

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 18

Tesarik One: +3 PER = 21

The Lunar Beacon: "Well, I'll admit, I am not much for following tracks."

He just gave a slight shrug of his shoulders, looking around those gathered.

He wouldn't presume to know any of them did, for he really didn't know any of

them at all.

lurkerinshade: allies of convience still. Least he'd settled on whom among

them would be his vic... yes victims.. that would do fine. Whether they were

happy about it didn't matter a bit in the long run. Considering it left

Maereth grinning in his

fionnadh na tine: "Well it looks like him anyway. Perhaps they've got a

whole family of little shits all stealin' from people." He handed the picture

off to someone else, not really caring who took it! He scratched at his chin

then and had a look

suspicious hex: Cass wasn't much of a tracker, she had Apex for that, but

she took a glance around the 'scene of the crime', it was so casual that she

doubted she would see anything out of the ordinary. It all looked like a

muddy stable.

lurkerinshade: silence.. as if the 'elf' wasn't creepy enough. -d

fionnadh na tine: around, doing his own bit of searching.

OnlineHost: suspicious hex rolled 1 20-sided die: 3

OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 20-sided die: 15

Tesarik One: Maka would notice the small footprints of the halfling, heading

along a path through the trees with the tracks of three horses. Wasn't too

hard to figure that out.

suspicious hex: [ 3.. ]

fionnadh na tine: (+2 perception = 17)

Tesarik One: Finn notices it as well.

The Lunar Beacon: (Swapping)

cogthrottle: She had a quick scan .. while she had great attention to

detail, that really only came into effect in the workshop. Out here? In the

wild? With animals? Yeah, not so much.

OnlineHost: cogthrottle rolled 1 20-sided die: 17

cogthrottle: (( 17 ))

The Bronze Stag: ::Well with the female catching the track he simply took

the glaive back for the time being, the glaive resting across his shoulders

moving along the tracks while they were easy to see.::

The Bronze Stag: *D

Tesarik One: So does Arcabelle! Cassandra, though, can't quite make out the

tracks and what they mean.

fionnadh na tine: "Aha, onto you now you little shit." He took off following

the tracks. His ire was up now that he thought this might be the same fellow

that'd gotten him robbed!

Tesarik One: "I don't really think a halfling could ride a horse and pull

two more horses along could he? He's probably walking them.... or has help."

Mighty Gar thog: ~The dragon was too busy watching two of the cats playing

to look for the tracks~

suspicious hex: " Are you in pain? " Cass asked of Maereth, since he was

grinning and it looked like his face was all screwed up and contorted. " I

said as much earlier. " Cassandra noted to Maka.

lurkerinshade: While others were looking for clues as to the where-abouts of

the halfling culprit.. Maereth began to move among them. First was a hand

settling briefly atop Cassandra's shoulder to fulfill the touch component of

his spell. [ Skill:

The Lunar Beacon: He patted Andoriel on the snout, removing his crossbow and

quiver of bolts as well, securing them about his person. He slapped

Andoriels rump, whistling sharply and the horse took off, heading to the

skies, flying out of sight. He

Tesarik One: Once the tracks disappeared down the path where no one from the

stables could see.... Finn would note another set of tracks. This one more

human-sized.

cogthrottle: Well knock her down with an electromagnetic arm reshuffler.

That was unexpected! Kneeling down she poked at the tracks, wondering if they

were illusions .. seemed to hold up to scrutiny though!

The Lunar Beacon: turned and started off to keep up with those who were

following the tracks.

lurkerinshade: Delay Spell (15 minutes max before spell is activated) -

Spell: Embrace the Dark Chaos - Strengthen - +6 dice sides throughout combat

]

cogthrottle: And followed them they were, wherever they might lead. This was

almost fascinating.

Tesarik One: Noted.

fionnadh na tine: "Oh he probably won't be alone. He'll probably have some

human fucker with him too. He'd be the one doin the hittin, the little

bastard just stood there and laughed."

fionnadh na tine: And then he found the next tracks which seemed to confirm

at least someone human sized!

Tesarik One: Seeing Finn take off, Maka took off as well, following along

behind him with her eyes on the tracks and the path around them to see if

anything changed. She glanced behind her to see if the others were keeping

up, and then kept on

Mighty Gar thog: ~Noticingone of the group take off alone, he began to

follow~ Looks like someone is onto something...

The Lunar Beacon: Having caught wind of Finn's conversation, he moved to

closer range to speak with him. "You say you were assaulted on the way into

the city?"

Tesarik One: moving. "Well, sounds logical to me."

lurkerinshade: Moving away from Cassandra left him watching the rest once

more.. until his gaze settled upon the blue-haired one. Directing himself to

the engineer-filled-with naught but chaos incarnate she as well received a

hand to her shoulder.

Tesarik One: (Everyone roll a Spot)

OnlineHost: The Lunar Beacon rolled 1 20-sided die: 18

OnlineHost: cogthrottle rolled 1 20-sided die: 10

The Lunar Beacon: (18)

cogthrottle: (( 10 ))

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 11

fionnadh na tine: "Well it was just inside the city. 'round thereabouts."

Said with a vage motion of his hand back towards the city. Mismatched eyes

were set on those tracks so he didn't lose them though. Probably wouldn't

help his spot check any!

OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 20-sided die: 4

suspicious hex: Cass flinched when Maereth touched her shoulder, and she

glanced over to him with a narrowed eye. " What did you just do? " She had

been following Maka and her friend, happy in the fact that she'd been right,

even if no one listened

suspicious hex: to her.

fionnadh na tine: (6)

fionnadh na tine: (Er Alert also so 11)

OnlineHost: suspicious hex rolled 1 20-sided die: 3

lurkerinshade: " Find anything of interest? " [ Skill: Delay Spell -

Embrace the Dark Chaos (again) +6 dice sides ]

OnlineHost: The Bronze Stag rolled 1 20-sided die: 9

OnlineHost: lurkerinshade rolled 1 20-sided die: 8

OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 10

Tesarik One: 14

suspicious hex: Really.

Mighty Gar thog: (12)

lurkerinshade: [ Skill: Alert +5 = 14 ]

The Bronze Stag: (Bleh 9)

The Lunar Beacon: "Well, when we find the ones that did this to you, I'll be

sure to have a hand in helping you claim retribution upon them. Brendan

Pearce, and happy to be along to help in this endeavor." He gave a genuine

smile to Finn, clapping

Tesarik One: 10+ notice as you move along the path that while there are

footprints and even horse prints moving forward, that the halfling prints

veer off to the left, off the main path.

The Lunar Beacon: him gently on his left shoulder.

cogthrottle: She jumped when a hand suddenly dropped onto her shoulder.

"Watch where you lay your hands sparky!" Shuffling to one side, she stared at

him with narrow eyes .. tall, white, pointy eared .. humm. Well. At least he

hadn't dropped his

fionnadh na tine: "Well I'm not interested in vengeance. I just want my

stuff back, and maybe rough 'em up a bit. They didn't kill me when they had

the chance, so I don't think killin them would be in line. Maybe just turn

'em into the dungeon."

Mighty Gar thog: hmm... seems da small one went left... ~stated as if he

were just commenting to himself~

cogthrottle: hand onto anything inappropriate .. but oh look, some weird

tracky things! Attention diverted.

Tesarik One: "Does seem like the halfling veered off here to the left, and

the horses kept going forward, probably with the partner." She said softly

now, just in case there were people watching and listening! She eyed the

vegetation around them

fionnadh na tine: More tracks! He stopped when he noticed that the little

ones veered off and the rest went forward, then wrinkled his nose. "Well,

shit. Which one should we follow?" He got quiet too, since Maka set that

precedent!

Tesarik One: and then nodded when she heard Finn, "Though in some cultures,

horse thieves by their very nature can be murdered without retribution from

the authorities."

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lurkerinshade: A brief chuckle came in answer to that reaction. " Aversion

to touch, hm? Understandable, yes quite. " Maereth provided an apologetic

smile and even a slight bow before turning himself and his attention

elsewhere.. towards whatever

lurkerinshade: the rest were doing. -d

The Bronze Stag: ::He halted looking around and well yeah silence was a

virtue right now and he rocked the glaive back and forth some while looking

the direction the halfling went. Hearing the speaking of killing the horse

thieves he gave a single

Mighty Gar thog: The small onewould have the most information...

Tesarik One: "Rumeria, probably." She shrugged. "Should we split up?" Dun

dun dun.

fionnadh na tine: "Well if they get tossed in the dungeon and then hanged

that's all well and good. I just don't see any reason to slaughter 'em where

they stand." He considered the options, then shrugged. "Fuck it, I'm goin

after the little shit."

fionnadh na tine: He started left! If the others wanted to follow the horses

that was just fine, maybe they'd meet up somewhere further along.

cogthrottle: Was that smile apologetic? Seemed to catch her off guard; the

woman just nodding slightly beofre turning her attention back to the current

discussion.

suspicious hex: Well, apparently, no one could hear her speaking.. since

Maereth had outright ignored her also. She was considering siding with the

horse thieves, at that moment in time!

The Lunar Beacon: "More importantly, how should we divide ourselves if we

choose to?" He spoke up, although it seemed like it was a bit too late.

He'd already pledged to help Finn. To divert from his path would be akin to

lying in the Paladin's

The Lunar Beacon: book, so off he went to follow Finn.

Tesarik One: (Your posts all coming through Becca? I don't see anything for

a while since that one you just posted. -.-)

suspicious hex: ( Well, they are for me. )

Tesarik One: (Hmm. Ok)

The Bronze Stag: nod.::True but the small one does not have what we seek.

::He glanced over as the paladin and fellow Shalott fellow headed for the

halfling. Shrug of shoulders given and he turned moving for the path the

horse wranger had taken and

Tesarik One: Finn didn't have any damn weapons on him, so she decided she'd

just follow along behind him as well. One of her pistols was tugged from her

hip, and she crept along trying to be all quiet as she moved along though it

wasn't hard to

The Bronze Stag: was following the equine tracks.::

Tesarik One: see that big fluffy red hair as she moved.

Tesarik One: Both would move along, the horse tracks and human tracks moving

forward, and the halfling tracks moving around in a half circle it seemed,

culminating on the very same spot! (Listen Check!)

OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 3

Mighty Gar thog: (5)

OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 20-sided die: 20

fionnadh na tine: (27!)

OnlineHost: The Bronze Stag rolled 1 20-sided die: 14

OnlineHost: The Lunar Beacon rolled 1 20-sided die: 20

The Bronze Stag: (14)

cogthrottle: She had eventually decided to follow the group, purely out of

self preservation.

The Lunar Beacon: (20)

OnlineHost: cogthrottle rolled 1 20-sided die: 17

OnlineHost: suspicious hex rolled 1 20-sided die: 2

cogthrottle: (( 17 ))

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 20

OnlineHost: lurkerinshade rolled 1 20-sided die: 2

Tesarik One: 23!

lurkerinshade: [-2 Haunted Flaw = 0 ]

Tesarik One: 15+, no matter what trail you took, hear talking and the sound

of horses ahead of you.

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 20-sided dice: 16 7

fionnadh na tine: Well then! He took off towards them at a pace that was

somehow brisker and more stealthy! (Stealth check!)

lurkerinshade: Now why was there the sound of distant whispering filling his

ears for!? A harsh curse from the Infernal tongue came to the air without

much disguise. The instant marked by his reaching for one of those tapered

ears to rub his palm

OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 20-sided die: 20

Tesarik One: You are super stealthy!

lurkerinshade: against it. -d

The Lunar Beacon: He wasn't equipped for stealth, and sneaking really

wasn't his way, either. He would wait for everyone to get into place, moving

just a bit closer towards the voices, keeping them out of his line of sight,

hoping the same would

fionnadh na tine: (+3 thief bonus, +5 stealth +5 quickness = 33)

Tesarik One: Mega super stealthy!

The Lunar Beacon: apply for them. His was going to be more of a direct

approach, when the time called for it.

cogthrottle: And in the background, Cogs would be having a small discussion

with herself underneath her breath .. something about the properties and uses

of arcanite - it seemed quite subconscious really! (( -2 to groups move

silently/hide

cogthrottle: checks while she's near :( ))

fionnadh na tine: Yeah he just vanished into the aether apparently!

Tesarik One: But in a group, even if one person is quiet and the others

aren't that doesn't do a lot of help does it? So, everyone roll stealth.

OnlineHost: cogthrottle rolled 1 20-sided die: 10

cogthrottle: (( 10 ¬.¬ ))

OnlineHost: The Bronze Stag rolled 1 20-sided die: 18

OnlineHost: The Lunar Beacon rolled 1 20-sided die: 2

OnlineHost: suspicious hex rolled 1 20-sided die: 4

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 6

The Lunar Beacon: (+ 8 quick = 10)

The Bronze Stag: (18 + 13 = 31)

OnlineHost: lurkerinshade rolled 1 20-sided die: 7

Tesarik One: 13

suspicious hex: [ +6 = 10 ]

The Bronze Stag: ::Was in nature,..he was a druid he was sneaky, sneaky!::

lurkerinshade: [+6 qck = 13 ]

OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 9

Mighty Gar thog: (21)

Tesarik One: "What's that?" the halfling rose from where he'd been sitting,

and drew "his" shortsword and brandished it a bit. "I heard something." The

human on the other hand was busy checking the horses over and not paying a

bit of mind. "It's

Tesarik One: the wind, now shut the hell up." "No, there's something out

there!" said the halfling, and he began to creep towards where Arcabelle's

group was located!

fionnadh na tine: Bunch of noisy fuckers behind him, apparently! He was

going to duck into the trees, but then he saw that little shit with his

weapon and narrowed his eyes, then darted towards him from wherever he'd

blended into to give the halfling

fionnadh na tine: a solid kick in the groin. "You get yer little thieving

hands off that weapon!"

OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 20-sided die: 13

Tesarik One: ~*~ fionnadh na tine scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

fionnadh na tine: (+5 quickness = 18)

OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog has left the room.

Tesarik One: Hit

OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 2 44-sided dice: 11 23

Tesarik One: ~*~ fionnadh na tine scored 2 poynts damage ~*~

fionnadh na tine: (0 strength = 2)

The Lunar Beacon: He'd been just about to stand up and draw attention to

himself as Finn charged in, seizing the upper hand. He popped up from his

position, shield strapped to his left arm, broadsword in hand, ready to

intervene.

Tesarik One: +3 DEF - Studded Leather

Tesarik One: Thankfully for the halfling's sake he had some leather covering

him, but he stumbled back surprised as hell, with an off, then eyes widened

as he saw Finn, "You!"

Tesarik One: Brock 0/?? [15] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 0/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/27 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 0/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (0/44) || (????)

Tesarik One: Brock-

fionnadh na tine: "Who the fuck even makes a codpiece that tiny!" Said as he

hopped back, having felt his foot thwack solidly against armor.

fionnadh na tine: back*

Tesarik One: "Come in handy for me too, pretty thing it is!" He hefted the

shortsword he'd stolen from Finn and stepped right in with a slash across

Finn's thighs. "It's not THAT tiny!"

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 7

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Tesarik One: 12 - Miss

Tesarik One: Brock 0/?? [15] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 0/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 0/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (0/44) || (????)

Tesarik One: Conall-

fionnadh na tine: He moved back as the little bastard had the gall to swing

at him with his own weapon. "Oh now you're not afraid to kill me, hm? Well

I'm not alone this time, either." Said as hopefully someone came in and did

something horrid to the

fionnadh na tine: wee one.

The Bronze Stag: ::Well while that human probably got distracted he moved in

swiftly, the knotted end of that glaive snapped down to the side of the knee

with a solid crack. Probably a halfling who does not want is raisins to be

squished.

OnlineHost: The Bronze Stag rolled 1 20-sided die: 2

Tesarik One: ~*~ The Bronze Stag scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog has entered the room.

The Bronze Stag: (2 + 13 qck = 15)

Tesarik One: Miss

Tesarik One: Maereth-

lurkerinshade: With spells delayed needing to be set off Maereth kept away

from the melee in order to finish the casting of the currently 'hanged'

spells. " Diemrey. " The word of abyssal spoken with no obvious follow up to

confirm it as a spell

OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog has left the room.

lurkerinshade: caster's verbal component or the like! This wouldn't stop

Arcabelle and Cassandra from showing signs of the infusion of demonic energy

he'd subjected them to.. well unless they could conviently hide it of course!

[ Skill: Concealed

lurkerinshade: Spellcasting - activating the two uses of Embrace the Dark

Chaos (+6 dice sides throughout combat) on Cogs and Cassy ]

Tesarik One: Noted.

Tesarik One: Brock 0/?? [15] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 0/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 0/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (0/44) || (????)

Tesarik One: Dugall-

fionnadh na tine: "And it is tiny. Tiniest damned thing I think I've ever

seen." May as well poke at the halfling some more, right?

Tesarik One: The human reacted quickly when Conall came at him, spinning and

drawing a basket hilted rapier from his hip. He looked quite dashing in fact,

with silken armor, and a black coat with buttons all the way down the front.

He stepped in

Tesarik One: towards Conall and attempted to skewer it through one shoulder.



OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 8

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Tesarik One: +6 QCK, +3 Fighter = 17

Tesarik One: Miss

Tesarik One: Brock- (Free attack for making fun of his halflinghood!)

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Tesarik One: That pissed off the halfling so much that his face got red and

he moved in quickly towards Finn brandishing the shortsword, and attempted to

strike him right across the groin with the flat of the blade, WHAP!

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 17

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

Tesarik One: 22 - Hit

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 50-sided dice: 31 29

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 7 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 4-sided die: 4

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Tesarik One: (small -1 from wpn dmg)

Tesarik One: (it's normally 1d5)

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Tesarik One: +3 = 14 dmg

fionnadh na tine: He snickered at the red face on the halfling, so much so

that he was not expecting that blade to come right in. Boom! He grunted,

coughed, then dropped like a sack of bricks. "You...fucker." (Armored Ink +8

at least!)

The Bronze Stag: ::Side glance while catching the rapier in the tines of

that glaives antler fashioned head. Glance over from the corner of his eye

watching that smack and winced,::wow,..ow I do believe if that had been

angled differently you would

Tesarik One: 6 dmg

The Bronze Stag: have been playing for the other side my friend.

OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog has entered the room.

Tesarik One: Brock 0/?? [15] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 0/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 6/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (0/44) || (????)

Tesarik One: Cassandra-

suspicious hex: Cassandra had grown bored at some point in their journey, so

she was disinclined to help those she had come along with. So, she took out a

potion from her satchel and moved over to Brock and held out a Full Health

suspicious hex: Potion to the halfling. Little did he, or her comrades for

that matter know, that it was actually a hexxed potion. [ Skill: Homegrown. ]

OnlineHost: suspicious hex rolled 1 20-sided die: 1

Tesarik One: ~*~ suspicious hex scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

suspicious hex: [ Hex: Fatigued Hex (Topaz) - This puts the target under the

effects of "Fatigued". ]

Tesarik One: The halfling grinned and snatched the potion.

Tesarik One: Brendan-

fionnadh na tine: "Betrayal!" Said with a glare to Cassandra as the potion

was handed over! He still hadn't gotten up though.

The Lunar Beacon: Well, he'd seen enough. He moved in, closing the distance

between himself and the halfling. He would test the fellow's capabilities,

swinging in with a broad slash with his broadsword, following up by stepping

in and slamming his

The Lunar Beacon: shield right into Brock's face.(Dual Wield, Shield Weapon,

Sword and Board)

OnlineHost: The Lunar Beacon rolled 1 20-sided die: 19

Tesarik One: ~*~ The Lunar Beacon scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

The Lunar Beacon: (+8 quick == 27)

Tesarik One: Hit

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OnlineHost: The Lunar Beacon rolled 2 52-sided dice: 22 10

Tesarik One: ~*~ The Lunar Beacon scored 2 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: The Lunar Beacon rolled 1 8-sided die: 8

Tesarik One: ~*~ The Lunar Beacon scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: The Lunar Beacon rolled 1 5-sided die: 1

Tesarik One: ~*~ The Lunar Beacon scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

The Lunar Beacon: (+8 quick via Dex Fighter, +7 via sword and board = 23)

Tesarik One: +3 DEF = 20 dmg

Tesarik One: Well that hurt bad and it dropped the halfing for the moment as

he rolled about on the ground, one hand clinging to the sword and the other

hand clutching his poor face.

Tesarik One: Brock 20/?? [15] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 0/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 6/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (0/44) || (????)

suspicious hex: Cassy winked to the fellow on the ground, before moving out

of the way of the over zealous Paladin.

Tesarik One: Arcabelle-

cogthrottle: Well she never. Everything just seemed to be happening all at

once! But this was exactly why she broke out of her workshop, she'd almost

forgotten the feeling .. the arcane energies racing through her bloodstream

interacting with

Tesarik One: "Dugall, they've gone and killllled me!" he howled.

cogthrottle: the as yet unknown abyssal taint .. the power rolling from her

fingertips .. the heady air of destruction soon to overcome all .. it .. was

.. GLORIOUS! Manic cackle broke free from her lips, the woman stretching out

her arms over

cogthrottle: her head. Nothing to see here, just your typical gnomish

megalomaniac. "You give all smallfolk a bad name!" Not that it seemed to

affect her in her current six foot something glory: but nevertheless she put

her hands together and

fionnadh na tine: Well at least she winked! That actually made him want the

halfling to drink whatever had been handed to him. "Stop cryin' and drink the

potion, bastard. You're not dead if you can still be annoyin."

cogthrottle: once the large paladin had split off from the little howling

man: she'd follow up with a wave of water that sliced across the distance

and impacted with him fully like the edge of a blade. (( arcane finger

sleeves 3, +5 magic

cogthrottle: damage ))

OnlineHost: cogthrottle rolled 1 20-sided die: 4

Tesarik One: ~*~ cogthrottle scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

cogthrottle: (( +12 ¬.¬ ))

cogthrottle: (( 16 ))

Tesarik One: Hit

OnlineHost: cogthrottle rolled 2 42-sided dice: 32 8

Tesarik One: ~*~ cogthrottle scored 4 poynts damage ~*~

cogthrottle: (( +5 finger sleeves, +12 int, = 21 ))

Tesarik One: He was rolling about, so upset.... that half the water blade

didn't even hit him. (Advantageous Avoidance - half dmg)

Tesarik One: +3 DEF as well = 9dmg

Tesarik One: Brock 29/30 [15] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 0/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 6/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (0/44) || (????)

Tesarik One: "Oh, yeah...." the potion was popped open and gulped! (Full

Heal ...+ Fatigued!)

fionnadh na tine: He could roll around upset all he wanted. Finn was

starting to get back to his feet now! Glare of doom directed at Brock.

Tesarik One: -2 to QCK

Tesarik One: Brock 0/30 [13] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 0/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 6/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (0/44) || (????)

Tesarik One: Maka-

suspicious hex: Cassy cackled from her spot, and actually bounced up and

down on the heels of her boots in excitement. " How wonderful. " She watched

afterwards, to make sure the hex took!

Tesarik One: She frowned watching the halfling and Finn, grunting a bit when

the hit came to poor Finn, even she could appreciate the pain of that at

least a little bit. "Stupid fucker..." She ran in towards him once he'd taken

the potion, and

Tesarik One: slammed her pistol upside his head. (Pistol Whip)

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 8

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Tesarik One: 15 - Hit

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 54-sided dice: 50 32

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 12 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 6-sided die: 4

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Tesarik One: (Dex Fighter) +7 = 23 dmg

Tesarik One: +3 DEF - 20dmg

Tesarik One: Healed....just in time to have the hell knocked outta his

skull.... while feeling his entire body sloooooooow down after that blasted

potion! "Fucking....what.....did that... huh?" WHACK.

Tesarik One: Brock 20/30 [13] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 0/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 6/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (0/44) || (????)

Tesarik One: Finn-

fionnadh na tine: He walked slowly and uncomfortably over towards Maka and

Brock, eyeing that pistol in her hand. "Can I borrow that for a second, my

dear?" Oh wait, she had another! He just snatched it off of her belt.

"Nevermind." And then he

fionnadh na tine: pointed it at Brock. "You, little man. Drop that fuckin'

sword and give up already."

Tesarik One: "Screw you, ya redheaded bastard!" He hissed out, holding his

head with one hand and still clutching that sword. He held it up though when

Finn got the pistol pointed at him. "You don't even know how to use that I

bet." He spit on

Tesarik One: the ground.

fionnadh na tine: "Suit yerself." He dropped his aim and squeezed the

trigger, attempting to send a bullet right into the wee man's leg, tempting

though it was to put it in the groin.

OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 20-sided die: 6

Tesarik One: ~*~ fionnadh na tine scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

fionnadh na tine: (Bah. +5 = 11)

Tesarik One: It missed, but it was so close that the halfling pissed his

pants!

Tesarik One: Gar-

Mighty Gar thog: ~The dragon loomed up, looking rather menacing, coming

forward.... but stopped, placed a hand down upon Finns wounds, sending a

bright white light around that hand, healing the injured of (6 points) all

wounds~

cogthrottle: She wrinkled her nose. "....."

fionnadh na tine: "I make these fuckin' things, you blathering idiot. The

hell would I not know how to use one?" Sure, he'd make it seem like he'd

missed on purpose.

Tesarik One: Brock 20/30 [13] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 0/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 0/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (6/44) || (????)

Tesarik One: Brock-

Tesarik One: Being that he'd missed, it was far closer to his groin than

Finn intended and no horses were worth losing that over. He threw the sword

down on the ground and put his hands up, "I give! I give! Don't shoot again!"

Tesarik One: "Brock you idiot!" yelled the human Dugall.

Tesarik One: Conall-

Tesarik One: "I'm bleeding my life out from a vicious head wound!" Brock

shouted back.

fionnadh na tine: He raised the weapon as if to pistol whip the halfling

anyway, then shrugged instead and tucked it back into Maka's belt.

The Bronze Stag: ::As Dugall yelled that he would spin that glave around, a

smack delivered to the mans ribs.::I would take the course your friend is

taking.

OnlineHost: The Bronze Stag rolled 1 20-sided die: 20

Tesarik One: ~*~ The Bronze Stag scored 2 poynts damage ~*~

The Bronze Stag: (32)

Tesarik One: Crit!

OnlineHost: The Bronze Stag rolled 2 50-sided dice: 13 25

Tesarik One: ~*~ The Bronze Stag scored 3 poynts damage ~*~

The Bronze Stag: (Glaive)

OnlineHost: The Bronze Stag rolled 2 8-sided dice: 4 5

Tesarik One: ~*~ The Bronze Stag scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

The Bronze Stag: (3 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 12 Dex Fighter, +2 One with Wood= 29)

The Bronze Stag: ::And that glaive snapped up and around so the tines of

that antler tipping the glaive was resting angled for Dugall's throat,::last

chance. *D

Tesarik One: (Battle Sense - Reflect)

Tesarik One: He was good with that damn rapier in his hand, and as the

glaive came for him, he slid the blade along the pole of the weapon pushing

it aside, and kept on moving forward to strike Conall.

The Bronze Stag: ( Sidestep- Evade)

Tesarik One: Noted.

Tesarik One: *Brock 20/30 [13] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 0/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 0/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (6/44) || (????)

Tesarik One: Maereth-

The Bronze Stag: ::As it slid along the glaive heading for the strike he

whipped the polearm around, the haft rolling over the back of his hand

knocking the blade up and off course while he angled his body so it went over

his shoulder instead of

The Bronze Stag: catching flesh. Yeah he was decent with that glaive as well

giving a smirk.::Close,..came close but just didn't make it. *D

lurkerinshade: A man quite taken with the concept of deception.. or in this

case.. seeking to cause a betrayal.. Maereth commited to a little chatting

over melting someone's face off. That meant a walk over to Dugall and the

exercise of all his

lurkerinshade: elven charms for a very simple task. " Well you must know the

halfling is going to die. We are only after the halfling.. its not too much

to ask that you kill your corwardice peer. A small price to pay for us to

pretend we never saw

lurkerinshade: you, do you not agree? " [ Diplomacy check - Skill: Elven

Beauty +10 diplomacy ]

OnlineHost: lurkerinshade rolled 1 20-sided die: 12

Tesarik One: ~*~ lurkerinshade scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

lurkerinshade: [22]

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 18

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

Tesarik One: Fail.

Tesarik One: "What the fuck are you doing, asshole?" Maka yelled over to the

man she didn't know trying to get him to kill the halfling that just

surrendered. That would not do at all.

Tesarik One: *Brock 20/30 [13] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 0/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 0/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (6/44) || (????)

Tesarik One: Dugall-

fionnadh na tine: It really would not. Oh well, he didn't like Dugall much

either, he'd like to punch him in the head for some payback!

fionnadh na tine: Oh hey! His groin didn't hurt anymore. He'd have to thank

whoever was responsible later. He'd been so fired up he hadn't noticed.

Tesarik One: "Yeah.... yeah.... I see what you mean, he's just trouble,

little bastard." He stalked over towards Brock and went to stab him right in

the back.

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 8

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

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Tesarik One: 17 - Hit

Tesarik One: The shot from the pistol had scared the horses, and they were

presently attempting to stomp and pull away from the trees where they'd been

tied.

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 60-sided dice: 11 27

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 3 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 5-sided die: 2

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Tesarik One: +10 = 15 dmg

fionnadh na tine: "Fuck me.." He grabbed the halfling and yanked him out of

the way, shifting in to take that stabbing, relying on his tattoo to protect

him! (Taking the hit.)

fionnadh na tine: (+8 def)

Tesarik One: 7 dmg

Tesarik One: Cassandra-

suspicious hex: There was not enough death or mayhem for Cassandra, so her

sights were set upon Dugall. He had been warned to throw down his weapon and

had ignored someone.. well, she didn't care about all that anyway. Lightning

crackled between

Mighty Gar thog: ~Wondered if Maer was quite sane. If the human struck the

halfling, the halfling would likely be dead. If that small one took one of

ours gear, that gear would then be lost. Insane... or just eil.~

suspicious hex: her finger tips and when she could no longer contain the orb

of magic, she sent it flying towards Dugall. [ Invocation: Hexing Orb, 1d8 ]

OnlineHost: suspicious hex rolled 1 20-sided die: 5

Tesarik One: ~*~ suspicious hex scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

suspicious hex: [ +12 = 17 ]

Tesarik One: hit

OnlineHost: suspicious hex rolled 2 70-sided dice: 26 52

Tesarik One: ~*~ suspicious hex scored 11 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: suspicious hex rolled 1 8-sided die: 4

Tesarik One: ~*~ suspicious hex scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

suspicious hex: [ +12 Int, +5 Mage = 32 ]

fionnadh na tine: He cringed when he got himself stabbed, which was a hell

of a lot worse than getting kicked in the groin in a lot of ways! He gave the

halfling a shove after that yanking. "You better remember I did that." At

least he'd been able to

Tesarik One: Dugall was not able to match a magical attack like that and

took it fully.

fionnadh na tine: somewhat control it so it wasn't lethal! Hand pressed to

his wound just the same.

Tesarik One: *Brock 20/30 [13] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 32/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (0/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 7/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (6/44)

Tesarik One: Brendan-

The Lunar Beacon: He moved to stand up next to Finn. The halfling had

surrendered, he'd do what he could to ensure they honored that fact. He

sheathed his broadsword, laying his right hand on Finn's shoulder, a blessing

uttered in the Celestial

The Lunar Beacon: Tongue to bring Finn back up to health a bit(7/14 healing

used on Finn).

Tesarik One: "Thank you, thank you! I owe you! Bastard turncoat!" he hissed

that last part over to Dugall.

Tesarik One: *Brock 20/30 [13] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 32/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (7/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 0/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (6/44)

Tesarik One: Arcabelle-

fionnadh na tine: Well! Damaged, then healed, then damaged, then healed, hsi

body didn't know quite what to make of all this.

suspicious hex: " You should kill him, Halfling.. for his betrayal. "

lurkerinshade: Maereth was quite content with the results of his actions..

and no amount of complaining humans would cause that to be easily dismissed

by the elf. Whatever they thought of his actions.. if the halfling turned out

to be truly thank

Tesarik One: "I would, but I'm dying here." He said sadly, pointing to his

bloody head with a sigh.

cogthrottle: Well! She didn't know much about horses, but after briefly

calling her Omnilexicon into existence she learned that .. stampeding horses

were bad! If they broke free of the ropes, that too would be bad. So. She

would do her level

Tesarik One: "How about you do it?"

lurkerinshade: ful.. well he'd be useful for the redheaded bra.. oh.. wait..

was the youth not a child? He couldn't tell.. all humans looked alike. -d

fionnadh na tine: "Shut the fuck up, alll you crazy fuckers going on about

killing!"

cogthrottle: best to calm down the horses .. and considering that the other

members of the party were capable of handling the human: she'd find the

nearest carrot and try to stop them from being all horse insane and rope

pully.

suspicious hex: " Only a small man, would let that get in the way. " She

sniffed, then there was a flicker of a grin before she lifted her shoulders

in a shrug. " I might, if you pay enough. "

Tesarik One: Horses and carrots, yay!

Tesarik One: Maka-

Tesarik One: She was getting confused, and she was also wondering about

many, many things that she didn't have time to discuss. She moved in for

Dugall, thinking she'd better just knock him out, (Non lethal hit - Pistol

whip)

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 6

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Tesarik One: 13 - Miss!

Tesarik One: *Brock 20/30 [13] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 32/?? [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (7/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 0/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (6/44)

Tesarik One: Finn-

Tesarik One: He moved out of the way and frowned at the whole lot of them.

Dugall that is. He was feeling very poorly though, that damn magic. He was

eyeing Cassandra, "Shut your mouth, bitch."

suspicious hex: Cassy tilted her head a little, before blowing him a kiss

and replying with: " Come over here and make me. " Her fingers were crackling

again with the magic he so detested!

fionnadh na tine: He picked up that shortsword from the ground and moved

towards Dugall, flipping the weapon around into a reverse grip, and then

attemped to just smash him in the jaw with the hilt! Everyone just need to

shut up.

OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 20-sided die: 18

Tesarik One: ~*~ fionnadh na tine scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

fionnadh na tine: (23)

Tesarik One: Hit

OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 2 44-sided dice: 26 2

Tesarik One: ~*~ fionnadh na tine scored 3 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 5-sided die: 1

Tesarik One: ~*~ fionnadh na tine scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

fionnadh na tine: (God damn dice. 4)

Tesarik One: *Brock 20/30 [13] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 36/40 [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (7/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 0/17 [15] ||

Tesarik One: >Gar 0/55 [22] (6/44)

Tesarik One: Well it broke some teeth regardless, which he spat out with

blood as he stumbled back.

Tesarik One: Gar-

Mighty Gar thog: ~The poor horses! The dragonmoved infast, then attempted to

calm them, and settle them down, trying to keep those pretty animals safe

from any harm (Animal Affinity)~

OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 15

Tesarik One: ~*~ Mighty Gar thog scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

Mighty Gar thog: (16)

fionnadh na tine: "Are you done yet? Or do I have to knock more of your

teeth out?" Said as he flipped that sword around in a regular grip now,

which'd be easier to defend with.

Tesarik One: Between carrots... and Arcabelle's work, and now Gar the horses

were perfectly settled.

cogthrottle: "The fuck?!" A fast moving black dragon? Yeah, it'd startle her

so much she dropped her carrot even if the horses saw through the size and

scales and carnivorous nature.

Tesarik One: Apparently, the dragon had some sort of knack that the horses

didn't think he'd eat them.... odd!

Mighty Gar thog: ~Had no carniorous nature, actually~

Tesarik One: Conall-

cogthrottle: Is a big dragon: natrually automatically assumed unless

verbally stated otherwise! Kinda like if a lion suddenly pops up.

fionnadh na tine: Would've been more intimidating if he didn't sound so

affable all the time. Not to mention the fact that he was pretty ineffective

in a fight!

The Bronze Stag: ::Well as Finn rushed in and smacked the guy he just gave a

faint smirk leaning to rest on the glaive.;: You are highly outnumbered,

outclassed and outmatched I suggest you drop the blade and play nice before

one of the magic users

The Bronze Stag: melts your brain.

Tesarik One: Well Dugall was a smart ass, and hot headed.... but he was near

dead and outnumbered. "Fuck!" he said with a lot of blood added to the

letters as they left his mouth. He threw down his rapier and held his hands

up. "Take the damn

Tesarik One: horses back, this is not worth it. Fucking halfling!" Blamed it

allllll on the halfling.

The Bronze Stag: ::A spin and he snapped the glaive around and down, the

tine of the antlered head catching the basket hilt and he brought the rapier

up and out of Dugall's reach.

The Bronze Stag: ::

Tesarik One: Mission Accomplished! Horses were brought back to the family,

and unless any of the team wishes to make another action, the two horse

thieves were tied up and led back into town as well and given to the

authorities!

The Lunar Beacon: He spent the remainder of his healing closing the wounds

of Brock and Dugall, not wanting them to bleed out on the road back. "You'll

face the punishment for your crimes . . . he certainly didn't drag you into

this." (4 to Brock,

The Lunar Beacon: 3 to Dugall)

The Bronze Stag: ::And without another word he simply caught the blade,

unlocked the basket and held the rapier over to Finn, hilt first.::

suspicious hex: [ I do! ]

Tesarik One: Go for it.

Tesarik One: *Brock 16/30 [13] || Conall 0/44 [23] (0/14) || >Maereth 0/57

[16] || Dugall 33/40 [16] || Cassandra 0/44 [16] || Brendan 0/36 [18] (14/14)

|| Arcabelle 0/28 [11] || Maka 0/22 [17] || Finn 0/17 [15]

Tesarik One: || >Gar 0/55 [22] (6/44)

fionnadh na tine: Did that damn halfling have his sheath or did he just have

the sword?

Tesarik One: He had the sheath.

suspicious hex: Cassandra didn't care whether they had given up or not, she

wasn't going to let them face a human lead trial of what they considered

justice. So, the witch called upon the power and blessing of her patron,

Antaia. The whole group

Mighty Gar thog: Remember... da Obsidian Heart hath stopped thee this eve...

So speaketh GarThog!

suspicious hex: would suddenly feel the touch of flame, as if it was licking

against their flesh and then suddenly, there was howling. Four hellhounds, as

big and as vicious as the horses themselves rose from the ground and sank

their teeth into

fionnadh na tine: He turned down the rapier with a shake of his head. "That

one's not mine, but thank you." He moved and yanked the sheath away from the

halfling, sheathing the blade and sticking the weapon on his own belt.

suspicious hex: Brock and Dougall, to drag them down to the pits where they

belonged. [ Patron Spell: Call of the Hounds | AOE Attack | Save: Yes, DC 30

| +6 Magic Dmg [4 NPCS ] ]

OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 20-sided dice: 18 20

Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 3 poynts damage ~*~

Tesarik One: Brock fails, Dugall passes with a nat 20.

OnlineHost: suspicious hex rolled 2 70-sided dice: 15 52

Tesarik One: ~*~ suspicious hex scored 9 poynts damage ~*~

suspicious hex: [ +17, +6 = 32, Dugall dragged to Hell! ]

suspicious hex: Brock, sorry.

fionnadh na tine: Well how the fuck was he supposed to find his clothes now?

Fucking bitch.

Tesarik One: The halfling disappears through a crack in the earth in the

teeth of the hellhound, screaming bloody murder till his screams disappeared.

Dugall shit himself.

suspicious hex: He could go to the Hell too!~

cogthrottle: Well that was something you didn't see every day. Picking

herself back up, she'd dust her clothes down.

Tesarik One: Well their camp had all the stuff they'd stolen, which wasn't

all that much since they'd recently sold a lot of it but Finn would find his

pack with most of his belongings.

fionnadh na tine: He stared, then just threw his hands up in the air. "Fuck

it, I give up. Goin' back to fuckin' Shalott." Off he went.

suspicious hex: " I'll get you too.. " She pointed at Dugall; she probably

wouldn't, but he didn't know that.

Tesarik One: She felt the heat and ducked down, hands over her head as

something very wicked was going down. Then she saw the halfling sucked into

the earth by fuckin hellhounds of which she was quite superstitious about,

and she trembled with

The Lunar Beacon: This was neither the time nor the place, but Brendan took

careful note of Cassandra. He'd nod once to himself, moving off with Finn as

he headed off. "Indeed, many places other than here sound good right about

now."

OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog has left the room.

Tesarik One: fear and rage, and rose screaming, "He fucking surrendered you

no good wicked bitch!"

The Bronze Stag: ::A nod towards Finn and he simply removed Dugall's sword

belt and would give the rapier over to Maria for the vault. Turning he

narrowed his eyes,::idiot,:;he grunted and just growled moving over adn was

going to grasp the reigns

The Bronze Stag: of the horses and began leading them now. Prod of the

glaive to Dugall's back,::move,:;probably didn't have to tell him to move and

all.::Lets get the horses back and out of,..distasteful company.

The Bronze Stag: *D

suspicious hex: " They just don't appreciate the artistry. " This was spoken

to Maereth, who she knew would appreciate what had just happened. She wasn't

going to respond to all the people calling her names - she'd lived with that

for centuries!

Tesarik One: "They didn't need to fuckin die, they surrendered. They both

surrendered. Dishonorable...." she frowned, and would head into town with at

least Dugall to hand over to the authorities even if he smelled like shit at

the moment.

Tesarik One: ^v^ 5/29/2014 3:22:46 AM ^v^

fionnadh na tine: Yeah he'd grab his pack and then help Maka get the

prisoner back, and probably start plotting to skewer that evil bitch the

first chance he got.

Tesarik One: Log Off!