Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2012 10:31:32 GMT -5
DM: ^v^ 10/26/2012 5:17:11 PM ^v^
DM: OH Adventure "She Came In The Night"
DM: - Well this is one of those nifty Adventure things. Unlike some others you will be on, this is shooting from the hip. So expect the unexpected.
DM: - In order for this to begin, please state: Name, Rank, Dice, HP
DM: - Also be aware that your character sheet is open, no further changes are allowed.
DM: - Hope you are ready
DM: - If you have any questions, please ask me in IM
DM: -State at will-
Tempt of Black: - A'kana Malu (Crystal Cadet - 2d24, 13)
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris Vidarr - Topaz Defender - 2d36 - HP: 26
DM: Setting Post: There on the coast, nestled down against turbulent shores sat the crown of Madder. Which, to some, was like pointing out the knot on a half submerged log. The city, Delving, is a dark and seedy coastal metropolis of gothic architecture peppered with gargoyles and other interesting embellishments. It is the capital of Madder. It's temperate and rainy climate cause the skies to be in a near perpetual state of rain. When it is not raining the streets are foggy and dark. The whole city filled with leaping shadows and crawling mist. At random times during the year, the entire city throws a massive party that usually gets out of hand, and parts of the city have even burned down during these celebrations. The city was in a state of preparation for just one of those parties, hordes of locals and visitors flocking in, coins being spent, shops being emptied, and all manner of things passing under the night sky. The oppressive rain of the day had become nothing more than an irritating drizzle, enough to soak through clothing, though not near enough to drive away the fog that made sight outside of a few paces easy.
[Begin RP]
A Cairn of Rage: Large booted feet carried him heavily through the clinging mist on the cobbled street. Light green orbs flickering from side to side as he tried to peer through the rain, trying to discern where trouble may be hiding. Unlike most, who would cross the street to avoid walking past a rough looking character, Fenris would walk through fire, just to stand in their way. Many would boast of deeds done, or trials bested. Fenris, simply let those large hands speak his words. Action, to him, spoke all the loudest. As those few people still running around at this late hour happened across him, they would skitter to a halt and quickly retreat. An expected reaction when one ran into the Northman. A full head and a half taller than other men, with the muscle and bone build true to those 'barbaric' people of the frozen north, he cut an intimidating figure. The rain had his simple clothing; a brown tunic, faded leather trousers, and near knee high leather boots that had seen more mileage to their bottoms than most wagon wheels had, sticking to his body, hugging against thick and corded muscle as it bunched beneath the taut and scarred flesh. Those long strides brought him to a halt before the tavern he had heard of. The Rotten Bastard. Though as he saw it looked more like a prison than a drinking hole, some memories still too fresh in his mind, he turned and headed for the pier. Perhaps he would find more peace in solitude on the wharf than in the company of others. -d
Tempt of Black: The pier, while removed from the huss and fuss of midtown traffic, was not devoid of presence or sound – especially not this night. A black-boarded ship had just barely docked there, with one its crew still seeing to anchoring and tie downs, and the vessel’s sails had hardly been dropped, too. What was taking so long? Well, most of its crew had their hands full with the one thing that could very well damn any ‘respectable’ pirate ship. A woman. The three-day journey to mainland had been progressively worse. The first day—silence. The second day – an animal-encounter much unexpected as that was! The third – A bound, live, scowling, yelling, kicking and everything else feral woman! Every soul on the ship would be elated when finally the bitch was gone. She’d mauled two of them, bit a third and damned near pushed the captain right over and off the upper deck railing. -- A’kana had been in a state of panic for two days now. These horrible, foul-smelling men had not only swiped her from Ale’vine, from home, they’d also killed her dearest friend, Kai. The pain for his loss devoured anything of bruises, cuts and scrapes she’d acquired defending herself—all in the name of escape. What would she have done should the crew have been effectively offed? Likely? She’d have drifted off to sea. Kana could give a shit, really. Her want of life, now, didn’t hold a candle in the wind to the thirst for blood. For revenge.. but still the act was not played out. They’d figured how to get their hands on her. How to suppress the strength of her jaguar, and even worse than that.. how to keep her in close proximity. The captain donned her with a necklace, locking it in place around her neck. The charm that hung at her collar acted with a second that the Captain held, keeping her within 100 feet of the vile commander. Stepping one foot out of that range would find her yanked back towards him as if by some invisible rope. The charm also kept her shifting in check, too. A’kana had been reduced to a mere mortal, in a sense, victim to the whims of her captors. Still.. that didn’t mean she’d fully comply. “Aíhues! Okoles! ‘Oe’ll uku!” To Hell with the cover of night, her screaming had them meeting that dock with a LOUD canter of Te-Pua Koy, one that rattled on in mostly intelligible ways. They shoved her forward, along the planking, pushing her shoulders between in ushering her forward on to land. Groping her as they wished along the way, knowing her little fists couldn't do half the damage her dormant claws could. The medium skinned woman was dressed in a slip of sorts, one that used to be white, and her dark, near-black hair was oily from days and days of humidity and the dirt of travel. Standing at 5-10", she had something of an Amazon-feel to her, though was certainly not bulky as she was slender and with gentle curves. She'd fetch a pretty penny on the markets, which was exactly where they intended to take her.-d-
DM: [Fenris please roll a Listen roll. (Listen = 1d20 +Perception)]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
A Cairn of Rage: (+0 = 18)
DM: Even though the fog was too thick to pierce with the eyes, the sounds of the woman screaming could be heard coming from not far off, perhaps just one or two piers away. (Continue RP)
DM: As they walked down the gang-plank one of the crew pulled free a cruel and twisted piece of steel. Setting the razor edge to the underside of the hell-cat's chin. "Shut yer mouth, less ya want that tongue cut out."
A Cairn of Rage: Down in the lower kingdoms, the boot-heel of the world, the Northman knew little of their tongues. Hardy one for eloquent speech, in any tongue, Fenris would not have known exactly what was said. However, one need not understand the words to interpret emotion. Foul language and vulgar language had a feel, a texture to it, an edge, that could be determined no matter the source. The giant of a man tried to turn his back to the sound, hands digging down into the pack he carried, searching for the reason he came to the docks. The feel of an elongated glass neck slipped into his grasp, with a quick jerk he pulled the bottle free. Growling to himself as he saw nought but one final swallow remained. Growling he pulled the cork and let it fall, pouring the amber fluid into his waiting mouth and rolling it around his mouth. Gargling it for a moment before finally swallowing. Throwing the bottle over his shoulder, he turned back towards the sound of the woman's voice yelling through the mist. If he could not cast those memories away with drink, perhaps he could soothe them into silence with blood. Moving over to the edge of the dock he knelt down, pulling his pack from his back and dropping it down beneath the raised edge. Letting it fall into the sand where he could fetch it later. There was no need to risk losing it in a fight. -d
A Cairn of Rage: [A'kana could you please roll a Spot (1d20 + Perception)]
OnlineHost: Tempt of Black rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Tempt of Black: (+1 = 12)
A Cairn of Rage: Above the blade now pressing into your neck, you see a large figure moving down the docks towards the ship you are at. (Continue RP)
Tempt of Black: Meeting the toothless wonder with his metal threat, she scowled and grit her teeth at him--clearing her throat behind all of that just to spat directly into his face. It mattered not how it landed or were, just so he got the idea. Around the enraged eyes of the cretin infront of her, A'kana saw the frame of something that might well have been a walking house, it was that big! Immediately, she stopped the side of her sandal down the front of his shin, scraping what she could off of that thin point of a bone while shoving her shoulder in towards him, with all she had. "Kokua!!!" She yelled it off into the darkness, "... kokua!!" Gods, what was the blasted word? "... HELP! Please!" Her 'please' was mangled by her tongue. By the time she spouted off what she could, the pissed off metal-wielder brought in the assistance of another comrade, who then wrangled her to the ground, face-down....shoving her face into the dirt and moss below it. With bound hands, there was little she could do but kick her legs and try to rise her shoulders against the one then straddling her back. The effort was futile on her part, because already the spat-on man found enjoyment slicing one strap of her slip in two. -d-
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris heard the sounds of the woman yelling once again, the distress in her voice clearer now than ever before. This was not some sultry sea-wench having earned her coin and ride, now thrown to the land once again. The three crew that moved with her, one with the blade to her throat, the other two at her flanks, the way they had her bound. As she spat in the one's face, he had to admire her spirit. There was fight in her. The three men at her outburst threw her down towards the ground, shoving her face into the wet sand in an attempt to silence her. One mounted her back, that blade cutting at her clothing. The other two grabbing her legs and beginning to pull them wide. Fenris felt something cold and dark shift in the core of his gut. Frigid fingers reaching out to close around his mind....
....The Bloodied saw what they were going to do. they would rape this captive island woman. Like they raped HER. Lips curling back over gritted teeth as those long legs carried him with savage intent. Moving like a stag through the brush, he bounded between the two men holding the woman's legs. Both of those hammer fists coming up to crash into face of the man that held the knife.
A Cairn of Rage: [Roll Strike: (1d20 + Respective Trait)]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
A Cairn of Rage: (19)
A Cairn of Rage: [Roll Damge (Dice + Strength Trait + Weapon if applicable)]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 36-sided dice: 9 22
A Cairn of Rage: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 2 points of damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (Brawler Profession: +5 Unarmed Damage)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 4-sided die: 3
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 4-sided die: 1
A Cairn of Rage: (11 total)
DM: The man with the knife was thrown violently to one side, the weight on A'kana's back shifted in one direction, then violently in the other. Fenris' left hand sent the man upwards into the air, and his right drove him into the ground beside A'kana. His face looking like a bowl of torn flesh, the features missing and oozing upon the sand beside her.
DM: [Would other combatants please roll Initiative (1d100)]
DM: [Pirate 1]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 100-sided die: 60
DM: [Pirate 2]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 100-sided die: 85
OnlineHost: Tempt of Black rolled 1 100-sided die: 45
DM: [Order of Combat: Fenris - Pirate 2 - Pirate 1 - A'kana]
DM: [Pirate 2]
DM: Something massive moved past him, crashing into his friend like something out of a nightmare. His friend, a long time shipmate, was picked up from the woman and driven down into the ground like a tent stake. Dead. Snarling he released the woman and pulled a dagger from his belt trying to drive it into the back of the Northman.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
DM: [8]
DM: [Miss]
DM: [Pirate 1]
DM: Spitting curses at the back of both the Northman and his friend, he stood up and pulled the club from his belt. Swinging for all he was worth at the large man that had come to the woman's aid. "Yer gonna die ice-dick!"
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
DM: [9]
DM: [Miss]
DM: [A'kana]
Tempt of Black: A'kana wasn't exactly sure what happened, being that her face was in the dirt when the first few hits came in. When she pulled her face up, the first thing she saw was the pulp of a dead man's face. She lurched back, unable to even gasp before the movement above stole her breath away. She recognized his frame. The stranger was helping her!!! Why? She didn't so much care right now. Fumbling to her knees, Kana opened her palms towards pirate one, openly sending a solid jolt of energy directly at his groin.
DM: [Roll Magical Strike (1d20 + Intelligence Trait added to dice roll)]
OnlineHost: Tempt of Black rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Tempt of Black: (10)
DM: [Hit. Roll damage (your dice + Intelligence Trait added to total)]
OnlineHost: Tempt of Black rolled 2 24-sided dice: 16 9
A Cairn of Rage: [Dice rolled a 1]
Tempt of Black: (2)
DM: [Fenris]
A Cairn of Rage: He felt the crack and sizzle of something washing over his leg, arcane energy cutting through the space between he and his next victim. The Bloodied. A Named Man. Snarled with the wolf that was about to fall upon the fawn. Reaching out with his left hand, fingers coiling into the shirt front of the Pirate (Pirate 2). His other hand balling into a tight fist as he thundered it forwards, hard knuckles seeking out the soft cartilage of the man's nose.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
A Cairn of Rage: (18)
DM: [Hit]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 36-sided dice: 18 12
A Cairn of Rage: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 1 points of damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (+6 Strength Trait for Melee, +5 from Brawler Profession = 12)
DM: The combination of arcane energy and an anvil like fist, sent the pirate to his death.
DM: [Pirate 1]
DM:The man had killed his friends with single punches, he wanted nothing to do with it. throwing his knife to the ground, he turned and tried to flee down the beach.
DM: [A'kana]
Tempt of Black: A'kana might have felt a little triumphant at having connected her attack, had she not seen first hand the smashing in a pirate's face. Her amazement mimicked the pirate's just before he turned, and the expression connected with his just as his feet made that pivot. If he didn't want the big fella's fist, the least he could do is offer hers! They were tied together, and so arms swung them in unison, fingers laced, hitting at his face --bat-style. She put her shoulders in to it, feeling the anger quaking in them as she did.
OnlineHost: Tempt of Black rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
A Cairn of Rage: ~*~ Tempt of Black scored 0 points of damage ~*~
Tempt of Black: (10)
A Cairn of Rage: [Miss]
DM: [Fenris]
A Cairn of Rage: The sound of the fleeing pirate had him turning once again, those wild light green orbs narrowing as he sought the back of the next corpse. Long legs thundered beneath him, throwing up dirt and sand as he moved. The woman forgotten for the time as he took to the hunt. As he closed upon the fleeing pirate, he dove high into the air, thick arms coiling forwards like a sprung trap. Bringing the pair of them down into the beach sand in a mass of swinging fist and flailing elbows.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
A Cairn of Rage: [12]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 36-sided dice: 25 5
A Cairn of Rage: [3]
A Cairn of Rage: (+11 as before = 14)
DM: [Combat Over. Free RP]
Tempt of Black: Kana's hissed at the burn of rope around her wrist, missing the pirate by a mile, only to drop down to her ankles. Damned pirates and their damned knots!!! Chasing her eyes after the monstrous attacker, her jaw dropped, aghast at watching the pirate reduced to sludge near the end of that pier. The sound of it all was sickening, turning her stomach upside down within seconds. She couldn't keep focused there. No.. no she had to get out of here!! One of these disgusting men had to have it! Where was the charm!!!? They'd screwed with her so much on the ship, she wasn't sure who had the damned thing. Moving her fingers as best she could, the dual-armed effort started. She sneered while moving to rummage through the pockets of the first mate, and if she found nothing there--she'd go on to the second. No matter what was found, the true treasure was the blade that'd been dropped by the one who fled! She stumbled forward to grab at it, working it between her hands. -d-
A Cairn of Rage: Pushing himself from the ground, Fenris brought himself to a kneeling position. Grabbing handfuls of sand he used them to wipe at the bits of blood and gore from his knuckles. Turning around as he stood, he saw the woman trying to free herself. That hard gaze cutting to the deck of the ship, his mind spinning circles as he wondered how many more were going to pour out into the beach. Standing up he moved back over to the side of the kneeling woman, catching her beneath her arms and hefting her over one shoulder as if she were a bag of grain. Without waiting he began to run in the direction he had come. Several strides into it, the world kicked upwards, his vision filled only with the sky above. A deep grunt slipping past his lips as he was thrown into the ground. Something....having jerked tight around his shoulder. He felt as if he had hit the end of some invisible chain's length. -d
Tempt of Black: Trying to figure out some way of slicing through her ropes, A'kana's effort held a hint of panic when Fenris started back her way. She shrieked when he lifted her up. "Le ka manauhi!" Her entire body tried to squirm free. "Hoóle hele!" The warning in tribal wouldn't matter.. not one bit.. as the 'chain' tugged hard on the necklace around her throat. The charm pendant reeled backwards, audibly choking her, to the point she gasped around its grip. Being that he was snatched backwards with her, she was again ground into the earth, with only her arms to try and stop landing her mouth and chin into the rocks below. Groaning under the pain, hands slowly felt for the blade, it having fell out of her hands to skitter away by a few feet. "Let. Me. Go." She had common words enough for that. -d-
DM: OH Adventure "She Came In The Night"
DM: - Well this is one of those nifty Adventure things. Unlike some others you will be on, this is shooting from the hip. So expect the unexpected.
DM: - In order for this to begin, please state: Name, Rank, Dice, HP
DM: - Also be aware that your character sheet is open, no further changes are allowed.
DM: - Hope you are ready
DM: - If you have any questions, please ask me in IM
DM: -State at will-
Tempt of Black: - A'kana Malu (Crystal Cadet - 2d24, 13)
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris Vidarr - Topaz Defender - 2d36 - HP: 26
DM: Setting Post: There on the coast, nestled down against turbulent shores sat the crown of Madder. Which, to some, was like pointing out the knot on a half submerged log. The city, Delving, is a dark and seedy coastal metropolis of gothic architecture peppered with gargoyles and other interesting embellishments. It is the capital of Madder. It's temperate and rainy climate cause the skies to be in a near perpetual state of rain. When it is not raining the streets are foggy and dark. The whole city filled with leaping shadows and crawling mist. At random times during the year, the entire city throws a massive party that usually gets out of hand, and parts of the city have even burned down during these celebrations. The city was in a state of preparation for just one of those parties, hordes of locals and visitors flocking in, coins being spent, shops being emptied, and all manner of things passing under the night sky. The oppressive rain of the day had become nothing more than an irritating drizzle, enough to soak through clothing, though not near enough to drive away the fog that made sight outside of a few paces easy.
[Begin RP]
A Cairn of Rage: Large booted feet carried him heavily through the clinging mist on the cobbled street. Light green orbs flickering from side to side as he tried to peer through the rain, trying to discern where trouble may be hiding. Unlike most, who would cross the street to avoid walking past a rough looking character, Fenris would walk through fire, just to stand in their way. Many would boast of deeds done, or trials bested. Fenris, simply let those large hands speak his words. Action, to him, spoke all the loudest. As those few people still running around at this late hour happened across him, they would skitter to a halt and quickly retreat. An expected reaction when one ran into the Northman. A full head and a half taller than other men, with the muscle and bone build true to those 'barbaric' people of the frozen north, he cut an intimidating figure. The rain had his simple clothing; a brown tunic, faded leather trousers, and near knee high leather boots that had seen more mileage to their bottoms than most wagon wheels had, sticking to his body, hugging against thick and corded muscle as it bunched beneath the taut and scarred flesh. Those long strides brought him to a halt before the tavern he had heard of. The Rotten Bastard. Though as he saw it looked more like a prison than a drinking hole, some memories still too fresh in his mind, he turned and headed for the pier. Perhaps he would find more peace in solitude on the wharf than in the company of others. -d
Tempt of Black: The pier, while removed from the huss and fuss of midtown traffic, was not devoid of presence or sound – especially not this night. A black-boarded ship had just barely docked there, with one its crew still seeing to anchoring and tie downs, and the vessel’s sails had hardly been dropped, too. What was taking so long? Well, most of its crew had their hands full with the one thing that could very well damn any ‘respectable’ pirate ship. A woman. The three-day journey to mainland had been progressively worse. The first day—silence. The second day – an animal-encounter much unexpected as that was! The third – A bound, live, scowling, yelling, kicking and everything else feral woman! Every soul on the ship would be elated when finally the bitch was gone. She’d mauled two of them, bit a third and damned near pushed the captain right over and off the upper deck railing. -- A’kana had been in a state of panic for two days now. These horrible, foul-smelling men had not only swiped her from Ale’vine, from home, they’d also killed her dearest friend, Kai. The pain for his loss devoured anything of bruises, cuts and scrapes she’d acquired defending herself—all in the name of escape. What would she have done should the crew have been effectively offed? Likely? She’d have drifted off to sea. Kana could give a shit, really. Her want of life, now, didn’t hold a candle in the wind to the thirst for blood. For revenge.. but still the act was not played out. They’d figured how to get their hands on her. How to suppress the strength of her jaguar, and even worse than that.. how to keep her in close proximity. The captain donned her with a necklace, locking it in place around her neck. The charm that hung at her collar acted with a second that the Captain held, keeping her within 100 feet of the vile commander. Stepping one foot out of that range would find her yanked back towards him as if by some invisible rope. The charm also kept her shifting in check, too. A’kana had been reduced to a mere mortal, in a sense, victim to the whims of her captors. Still.. that didn’t mean she’d fully comply. “Aíhues! Okoles! ‘Oe’ll uku!” To Hell with the cover of night, her screaming had them meeting that dock with a LOUD canter of Te-Pua Koy, one that rattled on in mostly intelligible ways. They shoved her forward, along the planking, pushing her shoulders between in ushering her forward on to land. Groping her as they wished along the way, knowing her little fists couldn't do half the damage her dormant claws could. The medium skinned woman was dressed in a slip of sorts, one that used to be white, and her dark, near-black hair was oily from days and days of humidity and the dirt of travel. Standing at 5-10", she had something of an Amazon-feel to her, though was certainly not bulky as she was slender and with gentle curves. She'd fetch a pretty penny on the markets, which was exactly where they intended to take her.-d-
DM: [Fenris please roll a Listen roll. (Listen = 1d20 +Perception)]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
A Cairn of Rage: (+0 = 18)
DM: Even though the fog was too thick to pierce with the eyes, the sounds of the woman screaming could be heard coming from not far off, perhaps just one or two piers away. (Continue RP)
DM: As they walked down the gang-plank one of the crew pulled free a cruel and twisted piece of steel. Setting the razor edge to the underside of the hell-cat's chin. "Shut yer mouth, less ya want that tongue cut out."
A Cairn of Rage: Down in the lower kingdoms, the boot-heel of the world, the Northman knew little of their tongues. Hardy one for eloquent speech, in any tongue, Fenris would not have known exactly what was said. However, one need not understand the words to interpret emotion. Foul language and vulgar language had a feel, a texture to it, an edge, that could be determined no matter the source. The giant of a man tried to turn his back to the sound, hands digging down into the pack he carried, searching for the reason he came to the docks. The feel of an elongated glass neck slipped into his grasp, with a quick jerk he pulled the bottle free. Growling to himself as he saw nought but one final swallow remained. Growling he pulled the cork and let it fall, pouring the amber fluid into his waiting mouth and rolling it around his mouth. Gargling it for a moment before finally swallowing. Throwing the bottle over his shoulder, he turned back towards the sound of the woman's voice yelling through the mist. If he could not cast those memories away with drink, perhaps he could soothe them into silence with blood. Moving over to the edge of the dock he knelt down, pulling his pack from his back and dropping it down beneath the raised edge. Letting it fall into the sand where he could fetch it later. There was no need to risk losing it in a fight. -d
A Cairn of Rage: [A'kana could you please roll a Spot (1d20 + Perception)]
OnlineHost: Tempt of Black rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Tempt of Black: (+1 = 12)
A Cairn of Rage: Above the blade now pressing into your neck, you see a large figure moving down the docks towards the ship you are at. (Continue RP)
Tempt of Black: Meeting the toothless wonder with his metal threat, she scowled and grit her teeth at him--clearing her throat behind all of that just to spat directly into his face. It mattered not how it landed or were, just so he got the idea. Around the enraged eyes of the cretin infront of her, A'kana saw the frame of something that might well have been a walking house, it was that big! Immediately, she stopped the side of her sandal down the front of his shin, scraping what she could off of that thin point of a bone while shoving her shoulder in towards him, with all she had. "Kokua!!!" She yelled it off into the darkness, "... kokua!!" Gods, what was the blasted word? "... HELP! Please!" Her 'please' was mangled by her tongue. By the time she spouted off what she could, the pissed off metal-wielder brought in the assistance of another comrade, who then wrangled her to the ground, face-down....shoving her face into the dirt and moss below it. With bound hands, there was little she could do but kick her legs and try to rise her shoulders against the one then straddling her back. The effort was futile on her part, because already the spat-on man found enjoyment slicing one strap of her slip in two. -d-
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris heard the sounds of the woman yelling once again, the distress in her voice clearer now than ever before. This was not some sultry sea-wench having earned her coin and ride, now thrown to the land once again. The three crew that moved with her, one with the blade to her throat, the other two at her flanks, the way they had her bound. As she spat in the one's face, he had to admire her spirit. There was fight in her. The three men at her outburst threw her down towards the ground, shoving her face into the wet sand in an attempt to silence her. One mounted her back, that blade cutting at her clothing. The other two grabbing her legs and beginning to pull them wide. Fenris felt something cold and dark shift in the core of his gut. Frigid fingers reaching out to close around his mind....
....The Bloodied saw what they were going to do. they would rape this captive island woman. Like they raped HER. Lips curling back over gritted teeth as those long legs carried him with savage intent. Moving like a stag through the brush, he bounded between the two men holding the woman's legs. Both of those hammer fists coming up to crash into face of the man that held the knife.
A Cairn of Rage: [Roll Strike: (1d20 + Respective Trait)]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
A Cairn of Rage: (19)
A Cairn of Rage: [Roll Damge (Dice + Strength Trait + Weapon if applicable)]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 36-sided dice: 9 22
A Cairn of Rage: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 2 points of damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (Brawler Profession: +5 Unarmed Damage)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 4-sided die: 3
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 4-sided die: 1
A Cairn of Rage: (11 total)
DM: The man with the knife was thrown violently to one side, the weight on A'kana's back shifted in one direction, then violently in the other. Fenris' left hand sent the man upwards into the air, and his right drove him into the ground beside A'kana. His face looking like a bowl of torn flesh, the features missing and oozing upon the sand beside her.
DM: [Would other combatants please roll Initiative (1d100)]
DM: [Pirate 1]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 100-sided die: 60
DM: [Pirate 2]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 100-sided die: 85
OnlineHost: Tempt of Black rolled 1 100-sided die: 45
DM: [Order of Combat: Fenris - Pirate 2 - Pirate 1 - A'kana]
DM: [Pirate 2]
DM: Something massive moved past him, crashing into his friend like something out of a nightmare. His friend, a long time shipmate, was picked up from the woman and driven down into the ground like a tent stake. Dead. Snarling he released the woman and pulled a dagger from his belt trying to drive it into the back of the Northman.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
DM: [8]
DM: [Miss]
DM: [Pirate 1]
DM: Spitting curses at the back of both the Northman and his friend, he stood up and pulled the club from his belt. Swinging for all he was worth at the large man that had come to the woman's aid. "Yer gonna die ice-dick!"
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
DM: [9]
DM: [Miss]
DM: [A'kana]
Tempt of Black: A'kana wasn't exactly sure what happened, being that her face was in the dirt when the first few hits came in. When she pulled her face up, the first thing she saw was the pulp of a dead man's face. She lurched back, unable to even gasp before the movement above stole her breath away. She recognized his frame. The stranger was helping her!!! Why? She didn't so much care right now. Fumbling to her knees, Kana opened her palms towards pirate one, openly sending a solid jolt of energy directly at his groin.
DM: [Roll Magical Strike (1d20 + Intelligence Trait added to dice roll)]
OnlineHost: Tempt of Black rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Tempt of Black: (10)
DM: [Hit. Roll damage (your dice + Intelligence Trait added to total)]
OnlineHost: Tempt of Black rolled 2 24-sided dice: 16 9
A Cairn of Rage: [Dice rolled a 1]
Tempt of Black: (2)
DM: [Fenris]
A Cairn of Rage: He felt the crack and sizzle of something washing over his leg, arcane energy cutting through the space between he and his next victim. The Bloodied. A Named Man. Snarled with the wolf that was about to fall upon the fawn. Reaching out with his left hand, fingers coiling into the shirt front of the Pirate (Pirate 2). His other hand balling into a tight fist as he thundered it forwards, hard knuckles seeking out the soft cartilage of the man's nose.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
A Cairn of Rage: (18)
DM: [Hit]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 36-sided dice: 18 12
A Cairn of Rage: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 1 points of damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (+6 Strength Trait for Melee, +5 from Brawler Profession = 12)
DM: The combination of arcane energy and an anvil like fist, sent the pirate to his death.
DM: [Pirate 1]
DM:The man had killed his friends with single punches, he wanted nothing to do with it. throwing his knife to the ground, he turned and tried to flee down the beach.
DM: [A'kana]
Tempt of Black: A'kana might have felt a little triumphant at having connected her attack, had she not seen first hand the smashing in a pirate's face. Her amazement mimicked the pirate's just before he turned, and the expression connected with his just as his feet made that pivot. If he didn't want the big fella's fist, the least he could do is offer hers! They were tied together, and so arms swung them in unison, fingers laced, hitting at his face --bat-style. She put her shoulders in to it, feeling the anger quaking in them as she did.
OnlineHost: Tempt of Black rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
A Cairn of Rage: ~*~ Tempt of Black scored 0 points of damage ~*~
Tempt of Black: (10)
A Cairn of Rage: [Miss]
DM: [Fenris]
A Cairn of Rage: The sound of the fleeing pirate had him turning once again, those wild light green orbs narrowing as he sought the back of the next corpse. Long legs thundered beneath him, throwing up dirt and sand as he moved. The woman forgotten for the time as he took to the hunt. As he closed upon the fleeing pirate, he dove high into the air, thick arms coiling forwards like a sprung trap. Bringing the pair of them down into the beach sand in a mass of swinging fist and flailing elbows.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
A Cairn of Rage: [12]
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 36-sided dice: 25 5
A Cairn of Rage: [3]
A Cairn of Rage: (+11 as before = 14)
DM: [Combat Over. Free RP]
Tempt of Black: Kana's hissed at the burn of rope around her wrist, missing the pirate by a mile, only to drop down to her ankles. Damned pirates and their damned knots!!! Chasing her eyes after the monstrous attacker, her jaw dropped, aghast at watching the pirate reduced to sludge near the end of that pier. The sound of it all was sickening, turning her stomach upside down within seconds. She couldn't keep focused there. No.. no she had to get out of here!! One of these disgusting men had to have it! Where was the charm!!!? They'd screwed with her so much on the ship, she wasn't sure who had the damned thing. Moving her fingers as best she could, the dual-armed effort started. She sneered while moving to rummage through the pockets of the first mate, and if she found nothing there--she'd go on to the second. No matter what was found, the true treasure was the blade that'd been dropped by the one who fled! She stumbled forward to grab at it, working it between her hands. -d-
A Cairn of Rage: Pushing himself from the ground, Fenris brought himself to a kneeling position. Grabbing handfuls of sand he used them to wipe at the bits of blood and gore from his knuckles. Turning around as he stood, he saw the woman trying to free herself. That hard gaze cutting to the deck of the ship, his mind spinning circles as he wondered how many more were going to pour out into the beach. Standing up he moved back over to the side of the kneeling woman, catching her beneath her arms and hefting her over one shoulder as if she were a bag of grain. Without waiting he began to run in the direction he had come. Several strides into it, the world kicked upwards, his vision filled only with the sky above. A deep grunt slipping past his lips as he was thrown into the ground. Something....having jerked tight around his shoulder. He felt as if he had hit the end of some invisible chain's length. -d
Tempt of Black: Trying to figure out some way of slicing through her ropes, A'kana's effort held a hint of panic when Fenris started back her way. She shrieked when he lifted her up. "Le ka manauhi!" Her entire body tried to squirm free. "Hoóle hele!" The warning in tribal wouldn't matter.. not one bit.. as the 'chain' tugged hard on the necklace around her throat. The charm pendant reeled backwards, audibly choking her, to the point she gasped around its grip. Being that he was snatched backwards with her, she was again ground into the earth, with only her arms to try and stop landing her mouth and chin into the rocks below. Groaning under the pain, hands slowly felt for the blade, it having fell out of her hands to skitter away by a few feet. "Let. Me. Go." She had common words enough for that. -d-
**AOL ate the log from this point on. A GREAT disappointment to both players involved. As it was in the following sections that they had an altercation with the Pirate captain, a ship was set blaze, and they quickly moved out and away from this place. At the decision of both players involved, rather than have nothing posted, they opted to have what portion of the log they had posted up.**