Post by Head Moderator on Jan 17, 2015 0:58:25 GMT -5
Tesarik One: ^v^ 1/16/2015 9:15:44 PM ^v^
Tesarik One: --start quest state--
Tesarik One: OH Quest: "Gypsy: The Old Gristmill"
Tesarik One: Your leader is Pamela.
Tesarik One: If you have questions please IM me or one of the Moderators.
Tesarik One: Estimated time is 3 hours from when we actually BEGIN our
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
Tesarik One: FLAWS and your WEAKNESS. Keep up with your own self-healing
Tesarik One: please.
Tesarik One: ---end state---
Tesarik One: (the gold bold isn't killing anyone I hope?)
ferocious allure: [ Thais Ylva; Emerald Marshal ; Support/Charmer/Support;
2d76; 42hp; 20ddc; flirt; proud; distinctive ]
I Yield to None: (-dead-)
ferocious allure: (( naw, i'm good XD ))
Mighty Gar thog: (Ruby Shield Wesh Arcane Mystic/ Combat Swashbuckler 2d80
Hp 50 (+5 Ioun Stone) DDC 23 Flaws -Bigot: Trolls, Halflings, Gnomes / Coward
- / Curiosity - / Friendslayer -/ Phobias - Trolls, giant man sized ants /
Strange
Mighty Gar thog: Luck - / Swoon / Technophilia)
Mighty Gar thog: (Snake is out hunting)
SwordOfAtrophy: Ellis Strata - Ruby Sentinel - Combat/Swordmaster,
Support/Charmer - 2d84 - 49 HP - 24 DDC - No Flaws - No Weakness
Tesarik One: Scout Hollander, 3d90, Ruby Commander, 52hp, DC17, Flaws:
Branded, Curiosity, Heal Slowly
psionic wanderer: Bowen Scamp, Emerald Shield, 2d78, 46 hp, dc 22, no
weakness, Bad With Animals, Dislike of Nobility, Individualist
I Yield to None: (Dragan Ylva - Sapphire Shield - 2D68 - 10DDC - 64HP,
Combat/Fighter/Fighter - Bad Reputation, Bad With Animals, Beastly Instinct)
ferocious allure: (( oh oh SILVER WEAKNESS ))
ferocious allure: (( for you too brother dear )
I Yield to None: (scary part is I immediately knew what you meant....)
I Yield to None: (Silver Weakness)
Mighty Gar thog: (Oh, HP 60. forgot the amulet)
Tesarik One: btw y'all be gentle with me tonight, I've been fighting dizzy
spells for 3 days now and have only had a few hours sleep since yesterday :)
ferocious allure: (( yowch, no worries o.o! ))
I Yield to None: (Tipsy Pam! It's on like donkey kong!)
Tesarik One: Roll init!
OnlineHost: ferocious allure rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
ferocious allure: (( +10q, 24 ))
SwordOfAtrophy: +23 = 25
I Yield to None: (+0 = 15)
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: 23
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
psionic wanderer: 21
Mighty Gar thog: (16)
Tesarik One: Hold a moment.
I Yield to None: (-5 Medium Armor Penalty = 10. Sorry!)
Mighty Gar thog: (~needs to find a great crafter to make Wesh superb
Armour~)
Tesarik One: We don't have a bit of healers do we? LOL.
Tesarik One: Well sadlin when he's around.
ferocious allure: (( thais can heal a little, but only +12 :( ))
ferocious allure: (( and only if she really likes the char rofl ))
psionic wanderer: Bowen's got a couple full heal potions if it comes to it
I Yield to None: (Dragan has healing affinity)
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/49 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 0/64 [10]
Mighty Gar thog: (Wesh can kinda heal)
Tesarik One: Well if you have healing affinity you didn't state any heal
points unless I missed it.
Tesarik One: Ok! Since it's been a while since we rp'd (and I don't want it
to go this long again, the fault's on me but I will do better) I'm gonna give
a little summary of what we've been doing, and hopefully I got it all right!
So, back in
I Yield to None: (That was my fault, I missed the Healing and only saw Self
Healing. 18 Healing)
Tesarik One: October a some point many of us left Navahla and began to
travel as gypsies do tend to do. It's not as if we have somewhere we have to
go, so we would stop here and there and stay a week, a day, a month didn't
matter. Everyone of
Tesarik One: course could do their own things, such as Scout taking
bloodhound jobs as they travel. They'd come from Kyngfeld to Navahla, then
got a path following the Willow Weed River for the most part around Pincer
Lake, and down into Zyon.
Tesarik One: Wesh was not traveling with them as he stayed behind in Navahla
to spend time with the OH, and to make his own money doing crafting, so he is
having to catch up to us. Scout stays in contact wtih Ellis as well, quite
regularly, and
Tesarik One: has invited him on occasion to meet up with her using the
various safe houses as portal points. So, Ellis has joined them on invitation
by Scout just for a few days. They are camped beside the Willow Reed River at
the crook in the
Tesarik One: river above Swerdscree (on the map if anyone's looking).
They've been camped there a few days now, it's milder weather down past the
mountains, and beautiful terrain. (Begin RP)
Mighty Gar thog: ~Wesh rolled up in a wagon, whistling. The wagon, as it
always had, served as his shop. Atop his head was a pointed hat, with a
bright blue flower pinned to it, with what looked like a makeshift brim added
on. Seeing the
Mighty Gar thog: camp ahead, he smiled with the hood down from his cloak for
a change~
Tesarik One: It was a grand thing they had so many lovely magical artifacts
to use as a kumpania. It allowed them all to work together to shelter, feed,
and protect each other as they carried forth through the world. At the
moment, Scout was
ferocious allure: Thais abhored the cold ever since she was a child, and so
had spent much of her time wearing shapes of various wofly proportions
because of the heat and insulation the fur in those guises offered; it would
only be when the group
SwordOfAtrophy: It felt good to get out into the world now and again, to see
more of it. Jobs lately had been fewer and far between, at least on his end,
so when the letter came to see the world, the young boy couldn't resist.
Currently, he was
ferocious allure: required a glib tongue or a coy smile to charm some
hapless man out of something that she shirked the fur in favour of creamy
white skin - and despite the slightly milder weather she retained said furry
proportions. She lay on her
Tesarik One: hungry, and she hopped out of one of the vardo wagons circled
'round, with her hands on her hips as she glanced about to see if anyone had
begun cooking anything, or the blanket that brought all the food was laid
out.
ferocious allure: belly within the camp, her muzzle across her forepaws as
bright eyes watched everything keenly, fuzzy ears giving the occasional
flick, nose twitching whenever an interesting scent coasted by.
I Yield to None: Dragan had been in and out of contact with the caravan as
they moved south. He kept tabs on their general location though for the last
month he had been out of touch with everyone. He would come into the camp
from the north, most
SwordOfAtrophy: sitting pretty as you please on the limb of a tree,
overlooking the river, carving on a piece of wood with a bone handled knife.
Something to pass the time at least. He had a neat little bead that auto made
a campfire, and he left
SwordOfAtrophy: it back in the main camp, in case it was needed.
I Yield to None: likely visible to those who looked around as he wasn't
trying to mask his approach. He was thinner than usual and looked drained,
some of his muscle tone lost beneath tanned skin. Looking around he would
offer his sister a small
I Yield to None: smile and hope she didn't overreact.
Tesarik One: "Well, well..... " Scout lifted a brow as not just one, but two
lost souls drifted into camp. The look Dragan got was a worried one, as she
noticed the slight change in him fairly quickly, but Wesh had been gone for
months now and
ferocious allure: Her tail thumped energetically against the ground as a
familiar scent wafted past her nostrils, ears pricking as she lifted her head
up and then .. OMG! Jumping up on her paws, she'd gallop across the camp and
launch herself at her
Tesarik One: he got a look of absolute surprise. She honestly had thought
he'd moved on from the kumpania. She figured Dragan's sister would make sure
he was taken care of, so she instead glanced around for Bowen first, and then
Ellis.
ferocious allure: brother, claws scrabbling at his chest as she bounced and
boinged on her hind legs. Dropping down, she'd whirl in a circle and jump
back a little, bowing down with little bounces here and there as she invited
him to play. It would
Mighty Gar thog: ~The moon shaped face allowed the jaw to jut out, the skin
looking a dark tannish, the scales being unseen from the distance. The wagon
rolled on up to the camp as he looked to see who all was about currently~
Tesarik One: She walked beneath the tree Ellis was in, and glanced up, "Have
you seen Bowen? Is he out hunting us some dinner?" She was glad that Ellis
was here with them for a short time, she'd taken on the young man as a little
brother it
Tesarik One: seemed, it wasn't as if she had any other family besides those
in the camp, and her beloved Bowen.
ferocious allure: take a few moments before she actually saw his physical
condition, and she'd stop, cocking her head to one side.
psionic wanderer: Bowen was off course off somewhere hunting, as he usually
was when he wasn't just sitting around...and he certainly didn't enjoy much
just the sitting around. He'd return before too long with ..you guessed it,
rabbits! They were
I Yield to None: That small smile grew as she bounded over to him, offering
a wave to the others who looked in his direction before ooffing at her
impact. Ruffling her fur before she dropped down and began to bound about he
would clear his throat as
psionic wanderer: easier to get back to camp than deer, after all. He moved
on over to the nearest fire to set his things down and start getting dinner
all ready for whoever wanted some rabbit stew.
SwordOfAtrophy: "I didn't see which way he left.. no.." He stood up, looking
around from the vantage point, trying to see if he could locate him. Which
wasn't exactly an easy feat, trying to spot a hunter in the woods. "Oh..
there he is.. looks
Mighty Gar thog: ~He smiled when he saw their fearless leader. Then, slid
down off the wagon, walking into the camp. His horses were trained enough to
not dash off, after all~
I Yield to None: she obviously noticed. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice."
Yea, like that was going to happen. He didn't look too unhealthy, just
underfed and less toned. You know... nothing major.
SwordOfAtrophy: like he brought dinner." Carving forgotten for the time
being, he'd drop back down on the grass.
Tesarik One: "Mmm. Nothing like fresh rabbit stew cooked with whatever herbs
are growing at the time. I should probably go and make sure he doesn't put an
arrow through Wesh's chest." She tried to hide a smirk, and headed over
towards where
ferocious allure: "Prala, I see everything." Perfect skin rippled through
the heavy layer of fur as she shedded her lupine shape for one more comely,
slender arms crossed in front of her as she examined his physical state. "You
need feeding up." Nose
Tesarik One: Bowen was readying some dinner. She reached out and put a hand
on his shoulder, giving a squeeze, as she leaned and kissed the back of his
head, "Looks like a long lost stranger has shown up for dinner."
ferocious allure: wrinkled, bright golden eyes flashing for the briefest of
moments before they narrowed dangerously. "...and a bath, prala." Her voice
was dripping, the young woman turning on her heel with a flounce of skirts as
Bowen came into the
ferocious allure: camp with rabbits .. fresh rabbits! Yes yes the cloth was
all powerful and gave up tasty treats but honestly? Rabbit caught with the
tang of hunter-fear still in its blood was the BEST rabbit, and no magic
cloth could replicate
ferocious allure: THAT. Not that she's found anyway, and boy did she try.
Tesarik One: "Have you had enough of the gaje, then, and come to find us
finally?" she called out to Wesh, staying next to Bowen. She had to agree
with Thais on that, the cloth was fantastic for special things but there was
nothing like hunting
Tesarik One: and cooking one's own meal.
Mighty Gar thog: ~He went over by Bowen, smiling wide~ How has things been
here, whilst I was away?
psionic wanderer: "Oh?" He looked up to Scout and furrowed his brow, and
then noticed Wesh, quite possibly the least reliable fella he'd ever seen. He
pulled his nasty little serrated knife out of the sheath he had stuck to his
bow and eyed Wesh,
psionic wanderer: but perhaps through an effort of will, didn't toss it into
the man's chest. He instead set about gutting a rabbit, perhaps to show what
he COULD be doing! "Considering how long you were away, I don't see why you
care. Or why you
I Yield to None: Another clearing of his throat would be his response to her
statements and dismissal. That could have gone.... worse. He looked to Bowen,
offering him a wave as he entered after Dragan's arrival, and then left him
to his own...
psionic wanderer: came back." He gestured for Thais to come on over and help
with the rabbits! And waved to Dragan as well. Figured they might enjoy
tearing apart some critters.
I Yield to None: meeting. Making his way to one of the wagons he rummaged
through his bag and pulled out some essentials before making his way to the
river. He glanced over his shoulder once or twice to ensure his dear sister
wasn't about to stab
I Yield to None: him from behind.
Mighty Gar thog: Oh, they were entertaining for awhile. But, they grew
rather dull. That city seems a bit corrupt... and not welcoming to one who
proclaims himself gypsy.
ferocious allure: No no, Thais had been beckoned to the task of
rabbit-rending, which was obviously one of a wolves favourite games. An
invisible tail started waving above Thais' skirts as she skipped on over,
rubbing her hands a little in
SwordOfAtrophy: He just took a seat, leaning against a wagon wheel. As the
odd man out, making snarky comments and getting all up in the business of
those to whom you are a guest was just a silly idea. So, he just sat there,
going back to carving.
Tesarik One: "You smell of marhime. The hell have you been doing?" She
listened to him, and then snickered and shook her head, "Took you that long
to figure out they don't like the gypsy folk, eh?" She glanced over to Dragan
and Thais, and then
ferocious allure: preparation, she cast her eyes over the captured game.
"Not a bad haul .. " Flicking her hand to her waist, she pulled her small
dagger out from whenever she hid it (hygienically), and held a hand out for a
rabbit so she could get
Mighty Gar thog: Why wouldn't I care? All I did was stay where it was
comfortable, since I felt a bit uncomfortable here. ~looking directly at
Bowen~
ferocious allure: down to the skinning and the .. skinning .. which would
soon be followed by the trying-not-to-eat-it until it had been cooked
properly.
Tesarik One: winked to Ellis, and pointed between the two, "I'm guessing you
know Ellis, Wesh?" She wrinkled her nose, then gave a laugh as he stared at
Bowen for that statement. "Ahh well, pull your wagon around and we'll decide
if we'll keep
Tesarik One: you tomorrow."
psionic wanderer: "I think the rabbits come out so easily because they're
trying to attack me." He'd ben assaulted by a preposterous amount of animals
in his life, he wouldn't put it past rabbits trying to attack him too. He
handed over a rabbit to
Mighty Gar thog: ~Then, he looked up to Scout~ Some are far more welcoming
than others. Ellis? Yes, I believe I do know him. If I knew he was coming
here, I'd have offered him a seat on my wagon.
I Yield to None: Dragan would take roughly 10 minutes in the cool water
before emerging in a clean skin and clean clothes. The scents of.... others,
were no longer on him... well... unless you smelled him very closely. After a
month such scents
I Yield to None: constantly rubbing all over him... well it would take some
time before they were fully gone. Dumping his clothes by the wheel to be
cleaned later he made his way over to the group by the fire and bunnies.
psionic wanderer: Thais. If she wanted scared rabbit meat well..they
probably got scared when he started shooting them like fish in a barrel! He
looked to Wesh once again, then looked to Scout. "Apparently I make people
uncomfortable." He looked back
psionic wanderer: to Wesh then. "So if you feel uncomfortable here, why come
back?" Had to interrogate the stranger a bit, because Bowen was a wee bit
paranoid at the best of times!
SwordOfAtrophy: "We've met a time or two." A simple salute to the man. "Oh
don't worry about that, I cheat now and again."
ferocious allure: "Hah! Rabbits, so silly." A little predatory smile and she
had a rabbit by the haunches, settling down to the task of running a knife
through the thing. It was probably a little more .. brutal .. than necessary,
that poor poor
Tesarik One: She reached over and stroked Bowen's hair affectionately for a
moment, and then headed into her vardo wagon to pull out the alcohol! Several
bottles of various types she'd gleaned as they traveled, she always did like
having good
Mighty Gar thog: ~He nodded to wesh when hesaw him, then replied to Bowen~
As I said, some are more welcoming than others.
Mighty Gar thog: *nodded to Ellis
Tesarik One: drink by the fire. She also brought out the various herbs she'd
had drying inside the wagon, just because she was a fighter didn't mean she
didn't know how to take care of herself in the woods. Just, not as well as
the others
Tesarik One: perhaps.
ferocious allure: rabbit hide did not stand a chance, and soon she was
gripping it tightly between her fingers and peeling the bunny like a helpless
banana, putting the skin to one side if the more crafty members had a need
for it. Maybe they could t
I Yield to None: Upon seeing his sister's actions upon the rabbit he would
move around Bowen so he was across from the fire where Thias currently
performed her tasks.
ferocious allure: turn it into a slipper .. or a mitten? She'd ignore the
conversation for the most part, taking relish in her butchery.
Tesarik One: "Tonight we feast, drink, and dance!" She began handing out the
various bottles of alcohol, according to what each of them liked to drink.
OnlineHost: Cloaked Fists has entered the room.
Mighty Gar thog: ~Wesh took a bottle of vodka, figuring the clear liquid
might have a good taste, not having triedit before~
psionic wanderer: She certainly learned how to take care of herself at a
younger age than he did! He got good at it through necessity, really, perhaps
at the expense of most of his people skills. Anyhow, with help, surely the
rabbits would be all
I Yield to None: When Scout brought the drinks over to Dragan, when it was
his turn, he would ask in a low voice.. "How has Thais been while drinking
lately? Does she have any... side effects?" Basically was she going to get
nasty when she got
I Yield to None: drunk.
psionic wanderer: prepped and the stew would be on, which gave him time to
have a drink of the bottle that was handed to him. Probably rum, 'cause rum
was good.
ferocious allure: "Naise tuke, ve'stacha." Thais puckered her lips in an air
kiss as Scout proffered up some booze, letting the bottle sit on the grass a
moment as she licked the blood off her fingers, tossing the rabbit onto the
dead bunny pile and
SwordOfAtrophy: Ellis passed on the alcohol, as he and it had several
disagreements in the past. He'd partake of the feasting and dancing though.
Because fun and all that stuff.
ferocious allure: wiping her hands on her skirts before grabbing the bottle,
popping the cork, and taking a swig of .. naturally, spiced rum. Best she
ever had! But then, every bottle is the best she's ever had as far as she's
concerned.!
psionic wanderer: (brb)
Tesarik One: She leaned down and whispered back, "Not that I've noticed,
though I do believe she's missed you. I can see it in her eyes." She grinned
and then reached over to get the rum from Bowen, they'd shared their alcohol
since they were
I Yield to None: After Dragan popped open the bottle, also spiced rum, he
took a swallow before looking down at the rabbits. Absently he licked his
lips while his gaze moved over the glistening bodies of raw and bloody meat.
He then looked back to
Cloaked Fists: (Bryce Thomson, Emerald Adept, 2d70, Combat/Brawler/Support,
dc=18, hp=40, healing points:33(11 from self heal due to vow of charity),
flaws: Beastly Instinct, Code of Honor, Chivalrous Courtesy)
Tesarik One: kids after all. "We should find another kumpania, and see if
they've a bard to ride with us for a time. Hm?" She tugged a fallen log over
to the fire, and took a seat on it.
I Yield to None: Scout and then over at Thais. "Oh yes.... she definitely
has something in her eyes tonight..." (d)
Tesarik One: Noted.
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Mighty Gar thog: ~Openning the bottle, he took a sniff, then sipped the
drink. Who new fermented potatoes would make something so interesting~
Tesarik One: Does anyone have Knowledge (Local) or Knowledge (Region: Zyon)
or Knowledge (Trade Routes)?
Cloaked Fists: He'd been sleeping in his wagon, having spent a better
portion of the last couple days checking on the state of the wagons, doing
repairs and general maintenace and it all had caught up to him. His steps
were light, shoulders
ferocious allure: "Yes, it does get .. quiet .. at times." She lifted her
bottle and took a swig, eyes flashing in the firelight thanks to her
distinctive nature: daggers of the metaphorical sort levied in Dragan's
direction. Well. At least the
Cloaked Fists: rolling as he shook off the last vestiges of sleep with a
lift of his hand in wave to those who were gathered. Too busy for words at
the moment as he was covering a yawn with a fist. The smell of stew had
woken him, his stomach
ferocious allure: campfire wasn't out to get him! Thankfully, she was an
expensive drunk, it would take more than a bottle to get her control to slip.
Well. Assuming his tongue didn't start wagging.
Cloaked Fists: rumbling slightly. Most of his gear was still inside his
wagon, though he had the presence of mind to clothe himself before joining
them all.
ferocious allure: (( thais has no knowledge skills at all :( ))
Mighty Gar thog: (Nor wesh)
Tesarik One: Ok, everyone can roll a Gather Info and we'll go that route.
I Yield to None: (Negative :( He is all muscle...)
OnlineHost: ferocious allure rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
ferocious allure: (( 6 .. she's distracted! ))
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
SwordOfAtrophy: (seriously...)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
I Yield to None: (-2 Rep Flaw if Applicable = 11 or 9)
OnlineHost: Cloaked Fists rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Cloaked Fists: (+5 from investigator = 14)
I Yield to None: (*Rep Penalty)
Tesarik One: -3 = 1 lol
Mighty Gar thog: (At least 32)
Cloaked Fists: He made his rounds about the wagons, putting the duties he'd
given himself above his own luxury before finally coming to rest. He took a
look at who was gathered, speaking in Common for the sake of their guest:
"Greetings everyone.
Cloaked Fists: I haven't missed too much during my nap, have I?"
I Yield to None: So all she needed to feel better was his wagging tongue and
some booze? If he knew it was that easy..... Alas, he didn't, at least he
didn't have that thought in his mind at this time. He caught the jab though
and moved over near
Tesarik One: "Well, Wesh has arrived, smelling of gaje, and Dragan looks
like he's been starved for the past month he's been away." She grinned, and
downed more of the rum before passing it back to Bowen.
I Yield to None: Scout while swigging another mouth full of the "forget
everything" juice. "How has the travel south been?" (d)
ferocious allure: "Rabbit, drink, and merryment." She flashed a smile in
Bryces direction. She did not know the man particularly well, but she
operated under the assumption that anyone Scout chose to let within the camp
was worth smiling at,
Tesarik One: "A bit treacherous there at the south of the lake, rocky
terrain, but so far it's been quite pleasant along the river. Much nicer here
than back in Sarkotos. No snow." She didn't mind snow, but she also liked
milder weather too!
Mighty Gar thog: Well, heard the local gristmill has a secret. But, its
going broke, since few will dare go near it.
ferocious allure: especially when she was in a mood with Dragan.
I Yield to None: "Yes... and hopefully less rain." He remembered back to
that weird downpour they all fought in when the wagons were stolen. Well....
Scout's choices were debatable at times, however, her record was on the good
side of the spectrum
Tesarik One: She glanced over to Wesh and raised a brow, "What sort of
secret... and why are people afraid to go near it? It's a mill, they grind
flour right?" She leaned back, and then glanced to Ellis, "In my wagon,
there's drink other than
Tesarik One: alcohol, dear. Some cold honey tea in a glass jar if you'd
like."
Cloaked Fists: "Ahh, the finer things in life." Spoken with a genuine smile
as he looked over to Thais. The smile soon faded, his face reverting to the
normal stoic expression he wore. "The time in Sarkotos was quite
enlightening for myself,
I Yield to None: in regard to choosing people. He looked to the male that
most seemed to know and nodded in his direction, a silent hello with a smile.
psionic wanderer: (back, sorry about that)
Mighty Gar thog: Some creatures gathered there, scaring everyone away. The
rumours range far and wide about just what they are. The secret, a hidden bit
of gemstones. Pearls. But, seems the creatures keeps most away from em.
I Yield to None: (unforgivable)
Cloaked Fists: I'll admit, though I can't argue against the snow." He'd nod
to Dragan as well, his face unfamiliar to Bryce, but he'd never had a problem
with getting to know folks in the past. He always seemed at the ready to
respond to
Mighty Gar thog: (wb)
Cloaked Fists: whatever might be needed, coming across as a bit tense due to
it, but he did his best to appear approachable. His thoughts trailed off a
moment, but he honed them in on Wesh as he was speaking.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Ah, you're a saint, as always." A smile as he stood. Dragan
got a nod in return, and a salute, though he probably didn't remember they
had met before, if ever briefly. Then he was rummaging in a wagon for some
tea... he was rather
psionic wanderer: He had another good drink of the rum when the bottle was
passed back, then handed it to Scout once again so he could tend tot he stew
and make sure it was all coming together properly. Not that it was difficult
to make stew, but he
psionic wanderer: tended to be careful when he was makin food for everyone!
SwordOfAtrophy: parched after all. Or he just felt stupid as he wasn't the
one being nodded at. That too. "Is it a flour mill or a lumber mill?" Yes,
change the focus.
I Yield to None: A wave was given to Ellis, he did remember him from that
same battle. "What brings you along?" It was a genuine question, one based on
curiosity. Bowen? He could understand that, Bowen didn't get along with
hardly anyone, but Ellis
I Yield to None: seemed pretty likable and comfortable in Navahla.
Cloaked Fists: "Dangerous creatures? I imagine they can't be any tougher to
deal with than the Drow we faced a while back?" He relished the chance to
put to use the skills he'd developed over their travels, as well as some of
the gear he'd
Cloaked Fists: acquired. Always up for a challenge, there was a bit of a
gleam to his eyes as he contemplated the matter.
ferocious allure: Hopefully it was not a puppy mill .. she had heard of
those things, and hoped it was not a scary as it sounded. Gave her the
shivers just thinking about it, so she took another swig as she eyed the
ongoing stew creation. Angry, or
ferocious allure: maybe slightly shocked rabbit, wasn't as good as scared
rabbit but hey: it still worked!
Mighty Gar thog: ~Wesh thought a moment ~Well, wheat, grain, flour...
Tesarik One: "If it's a gristmill, it's going to grind grains. Probably not
too much call for that in the winter, but if it's on our way and they are
having trouble, we should stop by and see if there's anything we can do. Do
you all agree?" She
Tesarik One: looked around, and then back to Wesh, "You said it's local, how
far up the river?" She'd assume they hadn't passed it since they'd been
following the river road.
psionic wanderer: Overconfident rabbit might be alright! Thinkin the fella
in green with the arrow pointed at it wasn't shit compared to adorable fur
and teeth. He brought up a ladle of stew and gave it a smell, then added some
of those herbs that
I Yield to None: Give something for Thais to beat on other than him? He
wasn't going to complain. He would need to grab some stew for the travel
though. Wouldn't be much good in a fight.
psionic wanderer: Scout had brought out, gotta season it properly after all!
And he was listening to the conversation going on, to a point. He apparently
got lost in his thoughts for a moment since he was coming into it in the
middle.
ferocious allure: Thais shrugged a little, swirling the contents of her
bottle around within the container. She was perhaps not as altruistic as the
others, but it was something to do .. got the blood flowing .. and a few
creatures surely could make
SwordOfAtrophy: "Oh, just getting out, seeing the world, jobs get pretty
scarce at times. Can't turn down an invite like this." Though the rest of the
conversation had his attention. He just couldn't resist the temptation for
danger.(CQ: Daredevil)
Mighty Gar thog: Well, on foot, maybe twenty minutes. ~he replied, thinking
about the distance, having not been there himself~
Cloaked Fists: "Count me in. Excuse me a moment." He'd waste no time in
getting prepared, heading back to his wagon to grab his pack, his cloak, a
pair of gauntlets and a mask. He returned without too much time lasping in
his absence, setting
SwordOfAtrophy: "Scary monsters of unknown origin? I'm in."
ferocious allure: a good punching bag. She smiled in Scout's direction. "Why
not?" Eyes were flicked over at Dragan. "We can all go .. if you are not too
busy, Prala?" Oh her voice was sweet. Perhaps a little too sweet...
Tesarik One: "Maybe they'll give us a few bags of flour, I do love frybread
and honey. Pearls would be nice too." She had some of the rum again, and sat
it back down for Bowen, watching as he seasoned the rabbit stew. She
snickered hearing
Tesarik One: Ellis, "That's my boy."
Cloaked Fists: his pack down gently as he arranged his gear, leaving the
mask off for the time being. He chose to remain standing as he stretched a
bit, limbering up in advance. "Any talk of what these creatures are, or what
they're capable of
Cloaked Fists: beyond scaring the locals?"
I Yield to None: Oh now she was just being silly. So guess what? Big
brother went all sibling on her, both for fun and to teach a lesson. "No, I
got all the busy out of my system before I came back." He stood to make his
way to the wagon to check
I Yield to None: on something.
Tesarik One: "Let's eat first, and let our food settle. I'm sure the
monsters will be there when we are damn well good and ready." She leaned
forward, sniffing the stew, then hopped up and got the bowls and spoons ready
and brought them over to
Tesarik One: their gathering place.
ferocious allure: If looks could kill .. Dragan probably felt a little hot
around those chiseled buns of his, as Thais stared a hole in the seat of his
pants as he left. Was that a little glow in the material, or a trick in the
light? She sniffed,
Tesarik One: Wesh hadn't heard much more than what he told, he didn't know
what the creatures were.
ferocious allure: tossing her hair over her shoulders before draining the
contents of the bottle.
Mighty Gar thog: Heard various tales, but, all could not be true.
I Yield to None: For her sake, trick of the light. He drew the line at
lighting his nether regions on fire. He returned a few moments later and once
it was allowed filled a bowl. Not bothering with a spoon he sat down on the
log and blew on the
Cloaked Fists: Patting his stomach as he heard Scout his smile reappeared,
nodding as he heard talk of eating. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt much
at all to dig into a good meal before digging into this matter." He'd wait
to be sure first
I Yield to None: delicious smelling meal for a few moments to cool it off
before he began to feast.
Cloaked Fists: helpings were had by all before he'd claim a bowl for
himself.
Mighty Gar thog: ~He waited for the stew, watching what Scout used to
season it, interested in itall~
ferocious allure: What better way than to work off a filling meal than
clearing monsters out of a mill? Sounded good to her, she'd tuck in when the
stew was all ready and she wasn't in danger of burning her mouth. While she
had a higher pain
Tesarik One: So! An hour or so passes, everyone fills their belly with food
and drink, and when everyone feels settled, the group can leave the camp and
head up to the gristmill!
ferocious allure: tolerance for heat than most, she still didn't want to
gulp down stew whilst it was bubbling!
psionic wanderer: He let people serve themselves after a taste to make sure
it was good, then got himself a bowl and sat on down near his set-down
belongings and the bottle of rum to have himself some dinner. Once that was
all settled, he picked up
SwordOfAtrophy: If Ellis had a food weakness, it was stew of any kind,
though it took a great force of will not to overindulge this time, lest he be
all sluggish and junk when the fighting started.
psionic wanderer: his quiver and made sure he had plenty of arrows, and that
they were all in good condition, checked his bow for any flaws despite having
just used it, and his knife as well! Never hurt to be over-cautious with
one's weaponry.
Mighty Gar thog: ~He watched Scout season the stew, curious about that. His
watching could easily be misunderstood. When it was done, he got a bowl ,
took a seat near the fire, and began to eat~
I Yield to None: Really? The cook used them as experiments before he even
tried his own meal? Typical. After having a few bowls, sharing when needed he
stood and stretched some as the others got ready.
Tesarik One: Scout enjoyed her stew, enjoyed her rum, but soon enough she
was getting ready to head up to the gristmill. On top of her wagon, a large
silvery spider appeared peering over the edge. She looked up and shook her
head, she still
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psionic wanderer: Satisfied, he pulled up his hood and got himself all
geared up and ready to go to this mill! As usual, of course, he went off
ahead of everyone else so he could scout ahead. And he tasted it first! It
was right there in the post.
Cloaked Fists: He restrained himself to a single bowl, complimenting Bowen
on a more than satisfactory meal, cleaning up after himself before picking up
his pack and slinging it onto his back. All that was left was to don the
Dread Mask of the
Tesarik One: wasn't quite sure what to do with it, but it could guard while
they were away! She used the amulet around her neck to let it know to do just
that, and headed for the road to wait for everyone to gather so they could
get moving.
I Yield to None: "Ummm." He heard the noise on the wagon and turned to look
upon the spider. He then saw that it was meant to be there and as they
started to move he would ask allowed. "Someone find a spider while I was
away?" (d)
SwordOfAtrophy: He stood up, stretched about a bit, and one twist of a ring
a certain someone gifted him many moons ago and blam, he was dressed and
ready. All that deliciously shiny magical stuff. "Alright, a hunting we will
go then."
ferocious allure: Cleaned, prepped and ready to go, she'd slip out to the
road and wait, eyes twinkling.
Cloaked Fists: Crusader, orange on the left side, black on the right. A
simple nod was all that was given to show he was ready. Though none could
see it, he grinned as the spider came to life and went into guard mode.
Tesarik One: "It belonged to the illithid creeper female, who was leading
that drow party we handled back in Kyngfeld near Unicorn Run."
I Yield to None: "Ah..." He must have missed that particular adventurer. He
looked over his shoulder at it once again before moving along. "Cute...." He
said in a "what the hell do I say about a creepy spider?" type of tone.
Tesarik One: She held up the amulet she'd stolen from the body of the woman,
that controlled the adamantine spider. It was about 4 feet long, so pretty
big for a spider! She snickered, "It makes a good guard dog. Gotta keep it
hidden when we go
Tesarik One: through town though, somehow the people in the villages tend to
scream when they see a huge silver spider on top of the wagon."
Tesarik One: The spider was 4 feet not the amulet!
I Yield to None: "Silly towns people... Never will understand them." That
was a big amulet! Either way he would nod and point to Thais. "I may need its
protection after this is done." (d)
Mighty Gar thog: ~Wesh gathered his gear, and went over to Scout, with a
funny het on, and a new cloak, as well~
Mighty Gar thog: hat
Tesarik One: She eyed the hat with a bit of a blink, thinking he'd just
found a silly hat to wear, but he was actually wearing it off to adventure.
"You look absolutely ridiculous."
Mighty Gar thog: ~He smiled~ What? The point, the flower, or the brim?
SwordOfAtrophy: "I don't see how, look at that face.. who can resist that?"
Did metal spiders even have faces? Didn't matter. He gathered with the rest.
Tesarik One: ".... all of the above."
Tesarik One: As Bowen scouts ahead, he sees the massive stone mill standing
at a bend in the river first, looking like a great, moss-covered rock. The
lower walls look greener than the uncut grass growing around
Tesarik One: the place. Its steeply pitched roof seems to have lost some
slates here and there, revealing weathered planks and even a few holes
underneath. A thicket of willows and rushes hides most of the lower
Tesarik One: level, but there's a waterwheel just visible through the
tangled shrubbery. It turns steadily, creaking and grumbling like an old man
on a cold morning. Those mechanical sounds, however, seem barely
Tesarik One: audible over the noise of the falling water swishing over the
wheel and splashing into the unseen millpond below.
ferocious allure: And coming from a gypsy - individuals who outsiders
thought were completely colour blind - that meant something! Dragan was not
being particularly quiet any more, which would earn a sniff from Thais as she
looked away and
Mighty Gar thog: ~He chuckled~ I love my new hat! Found it and fixed it up.
Think it was in a deal with gold for doing a gorgeous pair of tattoos for a
couple.
ferocious allure: concentrated on the road ahead in case she spotted
anything interesting .. rabbit tail flashing in the bush, deer tracks and
other fun things!
psionic wanderer: (Gonna do a spot for anything noticeable not in the post
there!)
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Tesarik One: She heard the mill before she saw it, lycanborn hearing and all
that good stuff, and sniffed the air a bit. As they came around the bend, she
paused a moment, waiting to see if Bowen noticed anything and would let them
know before
Tesarik One: they all headed to it en masse.
psionic wanderer: (+5 perception, +5 alert, +4 terrain: forest if
applicable, 33)
Cloaked Fists: He opted to remain alert among the group, purposefully
avoiding looking at that ridiculous hat. As they grew closer to where they
thought the mill to be he activated the hidden function of his mask, a suit
of black covering his
I Yield to None: Frowning at the... treatment he was still receiving from
his sibling he would bring up the rear (in the rear with the gear) as he
wasn't exactly mr fit at the moment. He would certainly do his best to take
down anything that needed
I Yield to None: ... to be taken down. Yea.
Cloaked Fists: regular attire as the body armor seemed to grow from the mask
itself. He alternated popping his knuckles by clenching and unclenching each
hand into a fist, stretching and turning a bit to test the limits of the
armor's
Cloaked Fists: flexibility.
psionic wanderer: Once he'd seen what he could see, he moved back to rejoin
the group. "Not much to see there, at least at the moment. There's what looks
like a man sitting on a catwalk looking down at the water, but I didn't try
to make any contact
psionic wanderer: with him." He spoke quietly, of course, barely above a
whisper, but hopefully still heard by all of 'em.
Tesarik One: "Gods above, has everyone gotten new gear?" She had looked just
in time to see Bryce's mask start covering his body, and stared openly for a
moment, "Well, where'd you get that?" She glanced back, seeing Bowen
approach, waiting for
ferocious allure: Thais looked down at herself and felt a little left out:
she was still wearing the same clothes she had for months .. she got the
distinct impression she was failing as a woman! Shaking herself briskly,
she'd listen in on the
Tesarik One: the report. She nodded, and then smiled at Thais brightly,
"Well, my dear, if it's a man then I think you should be the one who talks to
him first."
ferocious allure: information, and then look over to Scout, a slow smile
creeping over her face. "Mmm .. yes." Well .. guess it was time to see
whether this man was the hot blooded variety! "Where is he, exactly?" She'd
look back at Bowen, and wait
ferocious allure: for physical indication before slipping away.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Well.. yes.." He probably had a whole host of new stuff she
hadn't seen. Ellis would have volunteered to be the guinea pig and just waltz
up and strike a conversation, but he was a little less than appealing to most
other men, so
ferocious allure: Err, direction that is.
SwordOfAtrophy: yea, he wouldn't volunteer if there was another charmer, he
female variety.
psionic wanderer: He gestured for Thais to come along and moved to where
he'd had himself a peek, pointing the man out to her! That'd be better than
just a vague direction, she might well actually be able to see him before her
approach! Unless he'd
psionic wanderer: vanished. He might well be right behind them now.
Cloaked Fists: He turned to look over to Scout as she questioned him, a
shrug of his shoulders given for now as he listened to Bowen's report.
"Picked it up while we were in Sarkotos, bit of a story behind it. I'll fill
you in on the details
I Yield to None: Siblings they were as Dragan was in his normal war
attire... pants and boots. He smirked at Thais' excitement and simply shook
his head. She was good at what she did, he would never fault her for her
talents.
Tesarik One: The man was sitting on the cat walk that led to the wheel,
staring down at the bubbling water. From a distance, he looked to have long,
wavy blonde hair and seemed of a slight build, much like an elf.
ferocious allure: Perfect! She'd smile at Bowen once she had the right of
it, and then set about undoing the top few ties of her blouse, seperating the
material a bit. A few tangles were removed from her hair, traces of rabbit
grease wiped from
Cloaked Fists: when we have more time to devote to it." He lowered into a
crouch as they waited for Thais to do her thing, doing his best to remain
alert while she went to speak with the man Bowen had spotted.
ferocious allure: around her mouth- but left on her lips to grant them a
faint sheen - and overall made sure she was presentable before slipping out.
Fortunately, all her weapons were of the invisible type .. and so she would
make herself appear as
psionic wanderer: And well..he stayed right at his vantage point since he
had a good view of the area and was at least partially hidden from view from
the mill. He pulled an arrow from his quiver and nocked it whilst watching,
ready to start putting
psionic wanderer: arrows in the fella if he turned out to be trouble.
ferocious allure: harmless as possible as she lsipped out of concealment,
smiling hesitantly with a careful step .. calling out with a slight treble in
her voice. "Umm .. hello ..? Is .. is anyone there .. ?" Yup, lost girl in
the woods routine.
Tesarik One: The man lifted his head almost boredly as he first heard the
hello, but when he saw Thais he was quickly on his feet, and brushing his
hair over his shoulders, as he stepped carefully along the catwalk towards
the ground, "Hello..
Tesarik One: yes I'm here..." She would see clearly what he looked like now!
He was no doubt some sort of feykin, with slightly pointed ears. Pretty
blue-green eyes, his light blonde hair had a hint of green in it when the sun
hit it now that he
Tesarik One: walked closer to her, and she'd note that his fingers and his
bare toes were slightly webbed. He was only about 5'1" tall, and quite slight
of frame. "Can I assist you?"
ferocious allure: While Thais could fake it with the best of them, it
certainly helped when her target was pretty. It was times like this that she
enjoyed her work. She let her careful smile bloom, her hands coming forward
in a clasp with an artful
Tesarik One: She crouched down, trying to be quiet. She had a hard time
being quiet after all, and watched.
ferocious allure: placement of bosom squeezing elbow - an eyeful granted
from his birds eye perch - a little bounce as she was pleased to see him. "Oh
I certainly hope so! I grew a little .. confused .. with the path back there,
could you possibly
ferocious allure: point me in the right direction to the nearest town?" She
looked up, her eyes shining. "I am so glad to see you!" Her somewhat ..
stronger .. skills weren't brought out yet, but if things proved difficult
she wasn't above laying out
ferocious allure: the big guns.
Cloaked Fists: Save for the orange section of his mask, the armor had quite
the benefit of being dark. From the distance they were, it would be hard to
discern the majority of his features as he stayed in a low crouch. He didn't
move so much as
I Yield to None: Dragan took a lounging seat in the grass, his keen eyes and
ears bringing a wider smirk upon his mouth as he listened.
Cloaked Fists: a muscle as he kept his attention on keeping an ear out for
any sounds that might be made to bring them into action.
Tesarik One: "Well you have gotten yourself lost in the middle of nowhere
I'm afraid. There used to be quite a few farms in the area... but after the
flood a while back, not too many came back. There's still a small village if
you keep following
Tesarik One: the road this way," he pointed the way he assumed she'd been
walking, and gave her a smile, "and Swerdscree's on the road a few days
travel. Just farms in between. If you need food, or some rest, I don't have
much but you're welcome
Tesarik One: to stay." He was lonely! "My name's Cyndel."
Mighty Gar thog: ~Wesh looked at Scout watching, then, he glanced around,
thinking this was just not that interesting, maybe something else was moving
about~
ferocious allure: "I was afraid you would say that .. " She'd bring a hand
up and scratch her head, looking away as if embaressed by her own silly
actions. She appeared to drink in the information he offered, nodding a
little, and then laughed as a
Tesarik One: (sorry that was DM there above)
ferocious allure: nicely timed rumble sounded from her stomach. "Your
hospitality becomes you, Cyndel. My name is Thais, I would be gratified to
have your company for a short while." She stepped closer with a swish of
skirts and looked up at the
ferocious allure: architecture around them as if seeing it for the first
time. "Do you live here or .. ?" Another slight squeeze, cleavage that could
go on for miles if that was what he was into! Any good charmer would keep an
eye out for those
SwordOfAtrophy: He was also watching the shadowed areas nearby where Thais
was presently standing. Would be very easy for the mans associates, if he had
any, to swoop down on who they would assume was a vulnerable and alone girl.
Never hurt to be
SwordOfAtrophy: on the look out.
Tesarik One: "Look at her sway those hips, maybe I need to take lessons,"
she whispered, snickering. Yeah, they were just hiding and watching, but hey
it wasn't all that often Thais got to work her charms!
ferocious allure: little tells, if the brainless bimbo wasn't working for
him, she could adjust her strategy .. thankfully as he was lonely, he looked
like he would take anything.
I Yield to None: He kept quiet, the less dangerous the ladies were the
better. He would remain still now that he was laying in the grass.
Tesarik One: Cyndel stared at her chest, was she actually talking still? His
eyes shot upwards and he grinned crookedly, "Yes, I live here. I travel
sometimes, not much work for the gristmill these days.... especially with
the..." he shook his
SwordOfAtrophy: "Oh they sway just fine.. you know, when you're killing
things.." A brief whisper. He'd keep a flat expression, but let the innuendo
hang in the air.
Mighty Gar thog: ~w> I doubt you need lessons, Scout, ~he smiled as he
whispered, looking around the mill~
Cloaked Fists: Well, a blind man he was not, and he could certainly
appreciate what he saw of Thais' skills and charms from the vantage point
they had. He definitely needed to spend more time enhancing his awareness,
for he was quite curious on
Cloaked Fists: what it was she and the man were conversing about.
Tesarik One: head, staring down along the river a moment with a furrowed
brow, then smiled at her, "Nothing to worry your pretty head about Thais."
Suddenly, a dog burst out of the open door of the house attached to the mill,
barking up a storm,
Tesarik One: stopping a few feet from Thais and yapping. He was so intent on
the pretty lady, it even surprised him! He jumped a bit, and then glanced to
the dog, "Gal, quiet!" The dog sat down and stopped barking, but growled a
bit.
Cloaked Fists: He tensed and shifted slightly as the braying of the dog
snapped him out of his stupor of watching Thais work. He was glad he was
relying on his hearing more than his sight, shifting slightly so that his
right foot was set to lead
Cloaked Fists: should he need to move.
psionic wanderer: They really must all want arrows in them. Except the
silent ones. He cringed when the barking dog came bursting out the door and
drew back his arrow, aiming at the damnable creature, but he didn't fire! He
was bad with animals, not
Tesarik One: She glanced to Bowen, not Wesh, when Wesh said that thinking
quite easily that Bowen was going to be putting an arrow in him. Tense.
psionic wanderer: a murderer of dogs for no reason. It seemed the old man
had it under control, so he relaxed the tension on his bow for now, though at
the first sign of attack from that dog, it'd be gettin arrowed.
Tesarik One: "You aren't supposed to be looking at my swaying, Ellis! I'm
too old for you," she snickered, and picked up a pebble and tossed it at him.
ferocious allure: "Oh, what happened?" Her eyes were concerned, just begging
him to spill his guts in the metaphorical sense. She jumped when the dog ran
from the house like a bat out of hell and started cussing her out, more
surprised than
Tesarik One: Old man! Cyndel was a young feykin! About 30 years old, young
for his kind!
ferocious allure: anything; wolves and pooches didn't get along very well,
the former thinking the latter were rather .. ok best not get into that now.
Once Cyndel had calmed the dog down, she reached over and wrapped her arms
around his, letting him
ferocious allure: get a good feel of that barely wrapped package around his
bicep. "Oooooh, you'll keep me safe right?" A flutter of lashes .. too much?
ferocious allure: against his bicep** they aren't THAT huge
SwordOfAtrophy: "How else am I supposed to learn swordsmanship?" He made a
face, in fun, though he made sure to block the pebble with the crook of his
arm to keep it from making a sound. Though just as quickly the fun seemed to
be over. "Dog might
I Yield to None: His body tensed when he heard the barking, not because he
was worried for Thais but he was worried what she would do and how the cover
may be compromised. He remained still though, giving his sister some respect
in regard to her
I Yield to None: craft.
Mighty Gar thog: ~Wesh just sighed, when Scout told Ellis he was too young
for her, but said nothing~
Tesarik One: "Sorry, Galasia's a bit protective these days. I've got a bit
of trouble down that way," he pointed down the river. "Probably best I travel
with you at least past that area, in fact." Blink. He grinned oh so brightly
when she was
SwordOfAtrophy: suspect she's not.. just a girl."
psionic wanderer: Andy had it in his mind he was an old man, so an old man
he was! And he might be all older than he looked! He didn't know. Pointy ears
made him feel old.
Tesarik One: touching him, and put an arm around her, "I'll do my best. I'm
a druid, well not even that great of one, but maybe we can sneak past." He
leaned in close and drew in her scent and smiled, "Don't you worry beauty, we
can always take
Tesarik One: the long road around if you're too afraid of that green
dragon." Gal came sniffing her, then took up barking again but not quite as
frenzied as before, hopping about on her little white feet. "Gal, come on!"
ferocious allure: "Its ok, I don't bite!" She offered that up to the dog
when Gal started barking at her again, and returned her smile to Cyndel. "A
green dragon?" She hoped the kumpania were taking notes. "That sounds
dangerous!"
ferocious allure: She gave his arm a squeeze.
Tesarik One: "Well...... that is true. Watch all you like!" She glanced
back, as the dog began to bark again, "Maybe we should head on down, so he
doesn't take her inside and they end up spending hours ... communing or
something."
psionic wanderer: A dragon, goodness. He wasn't quite certain he'd brought
enough arrows for something like that. When it seemed they were going to get
moving, he glanced over to Scout and scowled a bit, but then nodded to the
latter part of what
Mighty Gar thog: <w> She wouldn't. ~he blurted out~
Tesarik One: "Dangerous enough to keep what little business I had here away.
When my mom ran this mill, those were the days. People lined up with their
grain. After my mom died, and my half brother and half sister left town with
their own
psionic wanderer: she was saying. He put his arrow back in the quiver,
shifted his bow to a grip more suited for a bludgeoning if need be,
then..waited for someone else to go. There was a dog down there and he didn't
feel like getting bitten. Maybe
psionic wanderer: he could just blend in with the group.
Tesarik One: families, I was left here... don't really even make enough to
keep the place up. Not that it matters, works well enough for me. I really
should go into Swerdscree and see if I can get someone to come clear that
dragon out."
SwordOfAtrophy: "Should.. we just walk on out there.. pretend to be..
hunters or something? Stranger things have happened than people you need
showing up when you need them."
Tesarik One: She would use the (Secret of the Kumpania) since that's what
she was probably using already, and spoke to Thais, "Let us know if it's safe
for us to come join you."
ferocious allure: By this point she had decided that whatever had been going
on with the mill, Cyndel was just a pretty and innocent bystander .. with a
mouthy dog .. but that wasn't the feykin's fault. Smiling brightly, she'd
squeeze his arm one
Tesarik One: She held her hand up to Ellis, to wait a moment, listening to
see what Thais said next.
Tesarik One: Everyone roll either a Listen, or a Spot.
I Yield to None: Dragan would move with the group. He could be stealthy if
need be but this didn't sound like such a situation. He simply waited to be
given the signal before whispering to Wesh. "You never know..."
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
psionic wanderer: (29 listen)
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
ferocious allure: last time. "That will not be necessary I am sure my
friends would relish the challenge a dragon would bring." Well .. relish
might be too strong a word, but how often did you get to go toe to toe with a
dragon? She'd respond to
Cloaked Fists: He looked to Ellis as he spoke up, then to Scout, to see what
she would decide on the question. Seeing the call to wait, he nodded once,
keeping his eyes on her while they waited.(going for listen)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
I Yield to None: (Really? The wolf doesn't hear shit)
ferocious allure: Scout in the same manner, all was good in the hood .. so
to speak.
OnlineHost: Cloaked Fists rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
OnlineHost: ferocious allure rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
Tesarik One: (19 - Spot)
SwordOfAtrophy: (24, Spot)
Mighty Gar thog: spot
Cloaked Fists: (+3 perception, +5 alert = 14)
Mighty Gar thog: gristmill
ferocious allure: (( ..umm .. +5 alert, so 10. she's .. distracted ))
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Mighty Gar thog: (20)
Mighty Gar thog: (lol gypsys are bad at spotting things)
Tesarik One: "And there we go!" She got up and began to head along the road
towards the mill and house, with a little hop in her step. They were gonna
fight! "Together, or not at all!" she cried out all loud like her usual self,
and took off
Tesarik One: towards the house.
Tesarik One: Listen - 21+ hear the telltale sound of wings flapping above
the canopy of trees.
I Yield to None: Oh yea, this was going to be easy to explain..... He
wondered how the man would take being suckered in like he was. In Thais'
current mood he hoped he took it well or else he may be turned into a match.
Tesarik One: Spot - 18+ after a moment, whether you hear the wings or not, a
smallish green dragon comes into sight flying above the river. Seeing Cyndel
and Thais, it lets out a very loud roar and turns midair, heading for them.
Cloaked Fists: He rose from his crouch in a smooth, fluid motion as he heard
Scout's order to move. He was itching for a fight, and all too eager to
bring it up close and personal. He moved with a steady pace, keeping a few
steps behind Scout
Tesarik One: "Oh....green hell! Above!" She unsheathed her sword, and began
to run even faster towards the river.
psionic wanderer: Well he got an arrow right back out of his quiver and
started for the river as quickly as he could when he heard those wings,
running to get the thing in sight, and if it weren't too far above, he'd take
a shot at one of those wings
psionic wanderer: .
SwordOfAtrophy: Well, it would turn and head this way. "There be the
quarry..." Then he was following Scout towards the mill, breaking into a run,
swords in hand. "Now that.. looks interesting.."
Cloaked Fists: and staying to her left. The roar caught his attention and
he took off in a sprint to keep up with her lead. A dragon . . . he couldn't
help but feel he'd jynxed the group questioning whether or not it would be
more challenging
Cloaked Fists: than the Drow had been.
ferocious allure: She blinked in the dragon's direction, cursed under her
breath, and detached herself from the pretty feykin. "Run!" And gave him a
slight push in the right direction, glaring at his dog in the hopes that it
would take the hint.
Tesarik One: Go ahead and roll strike, Bowen.
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
psionic wanderer: (+12 quick, +2 ranger bonus = 29)
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 2 78-sided dice: 60 20
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 12 poynts damage ~*~Cyndel cursed
beneath his breath, and
I Yield to None: The sounds of popping and snarling would be heard as Dragan
began his transformation upon hearing the roar. He too took off toward the
beast as it flew along the river.
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 3 8-sided dice: 3 7 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 0 poynts damage ~*~n
psionic wanderer: (30 + 12 quick, +3 ranger bonus, +5 bracers = 48)
Tesarik One: was about to try and get Thais into the mill for safety when
she told him to Run!. "What about you beauty?" He scooped up his dog, not
about to leave her to her fate! Then he saw the others running.
Mighty Gar thog: ~Wesh would move rather fast, being unarmored and light,
with weapons in hand, he likely looked strange with that hat on, moving with
two pointed sticks in his hands~
Tesarik One: "I won't leave you to your death!" he shouted all heroically,
as his dog barked at the dragon like mad.
ferocious allure: She let a flame bloom on her palm, jerking her chin in the
direction of the incoming Kumpania and grinned. "I will be fine, they are
good at rescuing damsels in distress." Not .. that she qualified for either.
Cloaked Fists: His bloodline not being blessed with the ferocity of his
kindred, he was forced to stay as he was, left to wish he could join the
Wolves in their beast forms. His fists would simply have to do, but he
lacked no confidence in that
Tesarik One: DR 5 & +20 DEF = 23 dmg
Tesarik One: The arrow pierced a wing flap and the young adult dragon roared
in fury, twisting again in flight to head for the group of gypsies instead of
the mill.
Cloaked Fists: regard. He was more than up for the challenge, looking about
for any terrain that would help him in removing the advantage of the Dragon's
flight.
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/49 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 23/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 0/64 [10] (0/18) ||
Bryce 0/40 [18] (0/33)
Tesarik One: Ellis-
Tesarik One: He still wasn't sure about leaving her, awww, but he finally
turned tail and headed into the mill, slamming the door and then peeking out
of the window between the shutters.
SwordOfAtrophy: Well, he couldn't really attack it in the air, so he'd wait
for it to land, or someone to force it to land. Instead, he just stretched,
and steeled himself, taunting the silly dragon. "Oh come on big boy, let's
dance." (CM: Rondo of
SwordOfAtrophy: Blood. +12 HP for adventure)
Tesarik One: As for terrain, there were lots of trees about, and the mill
itself would be easily climbed up, it was two stories tall but a bit rickety.
Tesarik One: Noted.
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/61 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 23/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 0/64 [10] (0/18) ||
Bryce 0/40 [18] (0/33)
Tesarik One: Thais-
ferocious allure: As she had the fire already stoked, she'd just let it
bloom all along her body and engulf her for a moment: letting it build with
all her ire and .. other .. frustrations .. that had been simmering for most
of the evening, and then
ferocious allure: releasing it in a massive wave of red hot goodness at the
dragon. In theory. I mean, she aimed UP so hopefully didn't burn the
immediate surroundings! [ sealed with a kiss, +5 arcane finger sleeves v ]
OnlineHost: ferocious allure rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
Tesarik One: ~*~ ferocious allure scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
ferocious allure: (( +12 cha, 26 ))
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: ferocious allure rolled 2 76-sided dice: 43 70
Tesarik One: ~*~ ferocious allure scored 18 poynts damage ~*~
ferocious allure: (( +12 cha, 18, +5 = 35 ))
Tesarik One: DR 5 / magic met, +20 DEF = 15 dmg
Tesarik One: Oooh Mossy the Dragon did NOT like the fire.
ferocious allure: Rut roh raggy
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/61 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 38/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 0/64 [10] (0/18) ||
Bryce 0/40 [18] (0/33)
Tesarik One: Scout-
Tesarik One: Well the damn thing did need to get down lower, she wouldn't be
able to fight it either but she'd sure as hell try to taunt it down towards
them. She ran quickly and gracefully, that lynx blood in her helping her out,
jumping and
Tesarik One: dodging as she headed to the side of the river, shouting
upwards, "This pussy's on FIRE! Here greeny greeny!" She waved her sword
towards it, feeling her body temperature raise as the element of fire she was
touched with as an
Tesarik One: infant as well as the speed of her lynx bloodline got her
moving even quicker. (CM: Fire in the Blood - +3 Strike Boost)
Tesarik One: Bowen-
psionic wanderer: He was working on getting it to the ground! That's why he
was targetting wings. He quickly moved into a better position to aim at the
wing he'd already hit, pulled two arrows out of his quiver, and sent them
both at the same wing,
psionic wanderer: figuring if he put enough holes in it, it wouldn't be
flying any more. (Combat bonus extra 1d)
SwordOfAtrophy: "I can think of a few remedies for that..." Yea, if he got
an arrow for that one, he probably deserved it.
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: (Bah. +14 = 16 x.x)
Tesarik One: The second arrow went to Ellis.
psionic wanderer: He glared at Ellis.
Tesarik One: Miss
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/61 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 38/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 0/64 [10] (0/18) ||
Bryce 0/40 [18] (0/33)
Tesarik One: Mossy the Young Adult Green Menacing Dragon-
SwordOfAtrophy: "Hey, I didn't say I was going to administer them, jeez..."
Tesarik One: They wanted to play with a green dragon, they could play. He
roared as he headed towards the group, eyeing all of them... Thais with the
fire, Scout with the taunts and the blasted arrows heading for him. He'd just
have to
Tesarik One: call in his resources. His roar caused two trees by the river
to pull their roots up, and head for the group (Awaken Treants). Then he came
in low, going for Thais first, with a slash of his claws.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: Ha.
SwordOfAtrophy: It was the cleavage, not even dragons are immune.
Tesarik One: And DM is just going to decide that he went into a roll mid-air
and slammed head first into the side of the stone building. Thud.
ferocious allure: aw
psionic wanderer: It was that wounded wing, yep.
psionic wanderer: Just took a while to kick in. (brb)
Mighty Gar thog: (lol)
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/61 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 38/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 0/64 [10] (0/18) ||
Bryce 0/40 [18] (0/33) || Treant 1 0/?? [14] || Treant 2
Tesarik One: 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: Wesh-
Mighty Gar thog: ~Wesh would, as he ran in, hurl the lizard king spear at
the dragons underbelly, since someone told him that was a weakpoint. As the
spear flew, he smiled, knowing the bandolier would just draw it back to his
hand, as
Mighty Gar thog: his neck extended some, taking on the characteristics of a
Naga~
Mighty Gar thog: ~
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tesarik One: ~*~ Mighty Gar thog scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Mighty Gar thog: (26)
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 2 80-sided dice: 38 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Mighty Gar thog scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
Mighty Gar thog: spear
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 2 4-sided dice: 4 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Mighty Gar thog scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Mighty Gar thog: (5+5+2 one w wood +13 Qcknss +1 Native terrain Woods =26)
Tesarik One: DR 5, +20 DEF = 1 dmg
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/61 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 39/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 0/64 [10] (0/18) ||
Bryce 0/40 [18] (0/33) || Treant 1 0/?? [14] || Treant 2
Tesarik One: 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: Dragan-
I Yield to None: Dragan bellow in response to the dragon and was racing
toward it when it crashed into the ground. Leaping into the air he came down
with killing intent upon its face.... like a crazy hampster going for the
eyes... It had to be said.
I Yield to None: (Power Attack, Extra 1D Class Bonus, Two-Handed Tech,
Eviscerate Unarmed Technique-2D10)
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
I Yield to None: (+12 Str = 29)
Tesarik One: DR 5 / +20 DEF = 4 dmg
I Yield to None: (That was strike)
Tesarik One: Yikes sorry, saw the techs.
Tesarik One: Hit
I Yield to None: (I'm just that awesome -cough- ;p)
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 3 68-sided dice: 60 44 13
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 16 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 2 10-sided dice: 1 4
Tesarik One: ~*~ I Yield to None scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
I Yield to None: (+18 (12 + 6) = 39)
Tesarik One: DR 5 / +20 DEF = 14 dmg
Tesarik One: (Counter - Acid Spew)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 24 - Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 85-sided dice: 85 84
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 29 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Holy.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 6-sided dice: 5 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
I Yield to None: (Put that up on the site baby!)
Tesarik One: +8 = 44 dmg - Acid dmg
I Yield to None: (He has +20 Medium Unarmed Armor Tech, but that shouldn't
work against a breath weapon right?)
Tesarik One: Yeah that won't work against the acid breath weapon. Taking
the dmg then?
I Yield to None: (Yea, full damage)
Mighty Gar thog: (Forge the Chains of Life )
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/61 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 57/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 44/64 [10] (0/18)
|| Bryce 0/40 [18] (0/33) || Treant 1 0/?? [14] || Treant 2
Tesarik One: 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: (unneeded at this time, save it)
Tesarik One: Bryce-
Cloaked Fists: He moved in with a quick, vicious efficiency. His target was
Mossy's jaw, leaping up slightly to make sure he was able to bring the full
force of his fists(truth: guillotine unarmed tech, 1d8, battering hand,
deflecting;
Tesarik One: She cringed, watching Dragan take the spew of acid.
I Yield to None: Yea he got messed up bad. (Delay Pain) allowed him to focus
on the situation though he was sent hurling back while the smell of melting
skin and fur filled the area around him (Battle Hardened +5 HP until end of
combat for future).
I Yield to None: (d)
Tesarik One: "We need some fuckin' healing here, kumpania!" she shouted
quite loudly.
Tesarik One: Noted.
Cloaked Fists: consequences: guillotine unarmed tech, 1d8, battering hand,
ferocious) to bear. Seeing that breath spew at Dragan, he knew he had to
attempt to take it out of the equation for as long as possible. (Jawbreaker:
stun plus unable to
Cloaked Fists: use mouth until healed, using 4 points from dc for Ferocious
to add to damage, so dc is 14 til my next turn).
OnlineHost: Cloaked Fists rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Tesarik One: ~*~ Cloaked Fists scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Cloaked Fists: (+8 quick = 27)
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: Cloaked Fists rolled 2 70-sided dice: 6 19
Tesarik One: ~*~ Cloaked Fists scored 1 poynts damage ~*~(Mossy's immune to
stun, but the
Tesarik One: mouth thing will work if hits)
OnlineHost: Cloaked Fists rolled 1 8-sided die: 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Cloaked Fists scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Cloaked Fists rolled 1 8-sided die: 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ Cloaked Fists scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Cloaked Fists: (+10 str, +4 ferocious, +2 Calm Mind = 23)
Cloaked Fists: (+3 brawler bonus = 26)
Tesarik One: DR 5 / +20 DEF = 1 dmg
Tesarik One: Cannot use his breath weapon until he heals at least 1 dmg.
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/61 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 58/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 44/69 [10] (0/18)
|| Bryce 0/40 [18(14)] (0/33) || Treant 1 0/?? [14] ||
Tesarik One: Treant 2 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: Treant 1-
Tesarik One: The tree wasn't all that big, Mossy wasn't powerful enough for
a huge tree, so about 10 feet tall and lumbering in, coming up behind Bowen
to try and trample him under it's big roots.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +12 Power Attack = Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 75-sided dice: 2 55
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 9 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +12 = 28 dmg Bowen
I Yield to None: (We need to check the DMs dice when we are done. SOmething
seems fishy with her rolls ;p)
psionic wanderer: He wasn't gonna get trampled that easily! And it wasn't
like a tree was stealthy when it was movin around. He darted out of the way
of the trampling. (Sidestep)
Tesarik One: Treant 2-
Tesarik One: Big old tree came in towards Ellis, and attempted to trample
him!
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 22 - Miss
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/61 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 58/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 44/69 [10] (0/18)
|| Bryce 0/40 [18(14)] (0/33) || Treant 1 0/?? [14] ||
Tesarik One: Treant 2 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: Ellis-
SwordOfAtrophy: A big ole tree? No problem. He rolled to the sides. "Tend to
Dragan.. I'll deal with our leafy friends." The roll put him behind it, and
he lept on.. what would pass for it's back, and began to carve it a few new
notches. (Vital
SwordOfAtrophy: Strike, double combat dice)
SwordOfAtrophy: (Greater Dual Wield - Ahalya's Fury 2d10 (Legacy, Paragon 2
Elysian Bronze Broadsword w/Phantom-Deflecting-Countering-Courageous) /
Sanguine Kiss 2d10 (Legacy, Paragon 2 Blood Crystal Broadsword w/
Supression-Shadowreach)
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
SwordOfAtrophy: (+13 qck, +3 dance partner, +2 born by the blade) = 35
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 4 84-sided dice: 18 42 59 40
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 22 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 6 10-sided dice: 5 8 8 8 7 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Cloaked Fists: "I have your back, Dragan. Stay out of reach of its strikes
and I'll tend to your wounds." His voice was a bit more gruff than normal as
he spoke, keeping a steady eye on Mossy as he kept alert.
SwordOfAtrophy: 64 + 13 qck, dex fighter, +3 dance partner, +2 weapon
alteration = 82 damage, exploits lightning weak, shadow weak plus supression
(no magic for 1d3 rds)
Tesarik One: Well, he was on the ground so he couldn't do his fancy wingover
evade, so he just had to take it. And then he tried to respond by using
magic, and his fuckin magic wouldn't work, and his jaw was broken.
Tesarik One: DR 5/met, +20 DEF = 62 dmg
SwordOfAtrophy: (oh, that was to the tree that attacked him, my bad)
Tesarik One: Oh oh oh. I knew that.
Tesarik One: That tree is so dead.
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/61 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 58/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 44/69 [10] (0/18)
|| Bryce 0/40 [18(14)] (0/33) || Treant 1 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: thais-
Mighty Gar thog: ~splinters~
I Yield to None: He was going to need another bath. With his rage still in
play (Delay Pain) he began to rake his nails over his body in attempt to peel
away his burned fur and skin so that he could heal faster and accept the aid
they wished to give
I Yield to None: without additional delay. Yea it was a nasty sight to say
the least.
ferocious allure: "DRAGAN!" She shrieked as her brother was engulfed by that
acid; staring at him the entire time until she was sure he wasn't going to
pass on .. her immediate concern was venting her anger out on that dragon,
the flames roaring into
ferocious allure: life around her body, creating a secondary image fifteen
feet tall. Whipping her arms around, she spewed the flame on the dragon once
again with the intent to kill now, tend later, Dragan would live another
moment at
SwordOfAtrophy: He stayed cool, standing on the tree as he fell forward,
pulling his swords free. He smiled ever so sweetly at the other tree. "Care
to try your luck too, pokey?"
ferocious allure: least, while the dragon would surely burn. [ sealed with a
kiss, +5 arcane finger sleeves ]
OnlineHost: ferocious allure rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ ferocious allure scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
ferocious allure: (( +12 cha .. 19? just barely? ))
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: ferocious allure rolled 2 76-sided dice: 61 51
Tesarik One: ~*~ ferocious allure scored 18 poynts damage ~*~
ferocious allure: (( +12 cha, 18, +5 = 35 ))
Tesarik One: DR 5 / met, +20 DEF = 15 dmg
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/61 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 73/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 44/69 [10] (0/18)
|| Bryce 0/40 [18(14)] (0/33) || Treant 1 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: Mossy was getting the moss beaten out of him.
Tesarik One: Scout-
Tesarik One: "Eat steel, you mewling codpiece! I'm gonna make dragon-leather
boots out of ya!" She advanced on the fallen dragon, leaping up onto it's
body and moving to a vital area where she slammed her blade
Tesarik One: down into it's body trying to get right through it's scales.
(Using Two-Handed Weapon)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Mighty Gar thog: ~Wesh glanced at the other tree, disliking the idea of
attacking it~
Tesarik One: +18 (Power Attack 12, Dance Partner 3, CM 3) = Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 3 90-sided dice: 50 60 58
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 27 poynts damage ~*~
Mighty Gar thog: (wow!)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 8-sided dice: 3 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: (Magebane)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 5-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Mighty Gar thog: (one dead Moss)
Tesarik One: (STR 12, 2-Handed Wpn 6, Dance Partner 3) +21 = 62 dmg
Tesarik One: And, due to being grounded, unable to evade. Unable to spew
acid. BUT, he was able to cause the vegetation around him to spring up and
try to entangle Scout as a response to the damage......
Tesarik One: 37 dmg
Tesarik One: He was.... quite dead.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +12 = 21 - Escape Passed from Vegetation.
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/61 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 110/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 44/69 [10] (0/18)
|| Bryce 0/40 [18(14)] (0/33) || Treant 1 0/?? [14]
Tesarik One: Bowen-
psionic wanderer: Did the treant go away or was it still summoned then?
Either way he took stock of what was happening and whipped one of his full
heal potions over to Dragan, then pulled an arrow out of his quiver and aimed
at where the treant
psionic wanderer: oughtta be.
ferocious allure: Glowing eyes flicked over at their ranger, her lips
twitching in a smirk as Scout finished off the dragon but there was still
something left .. Cricking her neck, she fired up that flame again and
created a convenient .. wall of a
ferocious allure: sorts, right where it should be. "Bowen!"
psionic wanderer: And then he fired the arrow, right on through the wall of
fire to ignite it all up and mr. Treant would get a flaming arrow! Teamwork,
right?
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Teamwork!
psionic wanderer: (Jesus. At least it's an 18)
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 2 78-sided dice: 48 4
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 7 poynts damage ~*~o
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 3 8-sided dice: 1 6 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 0 poynts damage ~*~Weak to Fire
psionic wanderer: (21 + 12 quick, +3 ranger, +5 bracers = 41, 82 if the
whole thing is doubled from the weakness, I forget how those work)
Tesarik One: Either way, the tree is up on flames.
Tesarik One: in*
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/61 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 110/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 44/69 [10] (0/18)
|| Bryce 0/40 [18(14)] (0/33)
Tesarik One: --end combat--
ferocious allure: She'd spit on it, but that was more of Badger's thing.
Instead, she'd run over to Dragan and see if he needed any healing kisses.
Hell, she'd pepper his face with them anyway: whatever parts of him wasn't
going to be hurt by the
Tesarik One: "You... fucking..... lizard....." She brought her sword out of
it's flesh and brought it down again, making sure it was dead.
ferocious allure: slightly moist machine gun anyway.
psionic wanderer: He made sure the thing was going down, pulling out another
arrow automatically, but it didn't seem he'd have to use it. He put the arrow
back and looked at the gang. Seemed only one of them got hurt, at least, and
he had a full heal
psionic wanderer: potion just lying there next to him!
SwordOfAtrophy: "Oh Scout, tell it how you really feel." He sheathed both
swords, and walked over to peer at the dead dragon. Yes, it as quite dead.
Tesarik One: The door slammed open and Cyndel walked out in a bit of a daze,
arms spread wide. Gal was even silent, standing behind him peering around his
leg, tongue lolling. "You... you all... oh that was... incredible."
I Yield to None: (Back down to 64 HP) Right before his rage (Delay Pain)
wore off he pushed his body to heal as much as possible (18/18 Healing). Then
he let out an echoing bellow as the pain of being melted alive slammed into
his body and took him
Mighty Gar thog: ~Wesh just sighed again, thinking the poor treant had no
reason to die, once the dragon fell~
I Yield to None: nearly unconsciousness.
Cloaked Fists: He reached for his jug as the creatures were dealt with,
moving quickly to Dragan's side as he just unstoppered the jug and handed it
to him. "Drink up, it will soothe your wounds and mend your flesh(healing
points 33 of 33 used)
Cloaked Fists: .
psionic wanderer: Well hey, if they didn't want his full heal potion he'd
take it back!
Cloaked Fists: (Lag, either way's fine for me)
I Yield to None: Kind of sprawed out in the grass. Plenty of Dragan to go
around everyone, no reason to fight over him.
Tesarik One: He's at 26/64 now.
ferocious allure: Healing kisses it is then! (( sensual healing, +12 cha >.>
))
Tesarik One: Ok Thais, and then Bryce's jug can finish it up, and save the
potion Bowen.
Tesarik One: Ellis 0/61 [24] || Thais 0/42 [20] || Scout 0/52 [17] || Bowen
0/46 [22] || Mossy 110/?? [18] || Wesh 0/60 [23] || Dragan 0/64 [10] (0/18)
|| Bryce 0/40 [18(14)] (0/33)
ferocious allure: And Dragan was good as new! He'd get a shake for his
passed out troubles.
I Yield to None: Was he blushing? His skin was flush from regrowing and his
fur was gone because he was back in human form.... it was hard to tell if he
was actually blushing from Thais... assistance.
Mighty Gar thog: ~Wesh started cutting out dragon steaks, taking out teeth,
etc~
Tesarik One: He ran towards Dragan, he could heal him but apparently they
could take care of their own. He turned to Thais, and smiled goofily at her,
"Marry me?"
I Yield to None: And in that instant he began to laugh upon hearing the
male, though he quickly winced as his body was a bit sore still. A snirk it
was.
Tesarik One: "I mean... you were MAGNIFICENT." He paused and said quickly,
"You all were......." but then he went back to staring at Thais.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Well, there will be good for the wedding at least." He'd
pry off some scales.. who knows maybe he could make armor out of it.
SwordOfAtrophy: *food, not good
ferocious allure: Thais liked helping! Though she'd go all wide eyed as
Cyndel seemingly came out of nowhere - her mind was occupied with her poor
brother after all! - but she grinned and gave a half shrug. "It is what we
do." She neatly passed over
Tesarik One: Anyone paying attention to the dragon would see shimmers and
shines in his scales. You all can roll a search of the dragon, he's hiding
shit in his scales!
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
SwordOfAtrophy: (19)
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
psionic wanderer: He picked up his potion and tucked it back into his potion
bag to save for later, eyeing Cyndel with his typical distrust. He'd searcht
he dragon, sure!
ferocious allure: his offer of marriage; when you could essentially dip
into a mans brain and manipulate his happy fun zones, those things came with
the territory. They usually got over it .. she assumed they did anyway!
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
OnlineHost: ferocious allure rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Cloaked Fists: His fury wasn't nearly as sated as he'd wanted it to be, a
slight growl of frustration given as he leaned close, looking to see if it
was still breathing and saw that glimmer.
psionic wanderer: (+5 perception = 9)
Tesarik One: PER 6 = 14
Mighty Gar thog: (11 I think)
OnlineHost: Cloaked Fists rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
SwordOfAtrophy: (6 Per, Investigator for +11 = 19)
Cloaked Fists: (+3 perception, +5 investigator = 24)
OnlineHost: I Yield to None rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
ferocious allure: (( just the 12! ))
I Yield to None: Looking around while catching his breath he stood with a
groan before motioning toward the carcass and spoke to Thais. "Take a look in
there for both of us please... I have no desire to look at that thing." Yes
he pride was a bit
I Yield to None: hurt.
I Yield to None: (Just the 18 for Dragan though fo rthe log he sent Thais
over)
Tesarik One: Bowen, you find an Emerald lodged under a scale.
ferocious allure: "Yes Prala. You rest ..." She watched him with concern,
but nevertheless moved over and searched for her brother.
Mighty Gar thog: (oops 13 +treasure tattoo lol)
psionic wanderer: Finding an emerald in a green dragon seemed like it'd be
even luckier than finding something actually awesome!
Cloaked Fists: "Worry not, brother." Yes, he dared to call Dragan brother.
He learned too late in his life his ties with Werewolves, and he would do his
best to make up for it and fill the gap he had in that knowledge. "I'll
check in on you
Cloaked Fists: before I go to sleep tonight, see if I can find a salve to
help with any scarring."
Tesarik One: Thais , Wesh, and Scout all found jewelry lodged into it. (will
be on receipt)
Tesarik One: Ellis, and Dragan found gem studded rings
Tesarik One: Bryce, found a thick solid rod.
Tesarik One: Don't be dirty.
ferocious allure: Too late
Mighty Gar thog: ooooo ~he really did love the pretty gems in the jewelry~
Cloaked Fists: (Well, I'm gonna now!)
I Yield to None: Should totally bring Bowen along for that, don't want the
ranger to get jealous. He would nod and offer a smile of friendship.
"Appreciate it, just be careful of my sister, she has a tendancy to bite."
(d)
SwordOfAtrophy: Must be a male dragon.
Tesarik One: "I... I don't know how to thank you all. Oh....." He bit his
bottom lip, and then went to the river's side and dove down into it, soon
enough he'd come back up again after being down there far too long for a
human...but he was part
Mighty Gar thog: (Name is Pete...)
ferocious allure: "You like it really .. " She smirked over at Dragan,
bringing back the ring and delivering it to him with a small laugh.
Cloaked Fists: He found lodged in some secret space within easy reach a
device of some sort. It appeared to be a rod and he leaned close to see if
any writings or runes were scrawled upon it. He didn't know much about
magical items, so he had no
Cloaked Fists: way to tell if it was or not.
Tesarik One: nixie after all.... and had a handful of pearls which he handed
over to them. "It's... all I have really. But now maybe I can make some money
for the mill." He turned to Thais and smiled so prettily, "You sure you don't
want to be a
Tesarik One: miller's wife? We'd make beautiful babies."
I Yield to None: (I'm sorry... I'm so sorry buit I'm dying over here....
slaving up tonight, finding a thick solid rod in a secret place.... I can't
breath)
ferocious allure: "Oh .." She looked at Dragan briefly, and moved over to
Cyndel and took his hands, giving them a squeeze. "It is not the life for me,
I need to travel with the Kumpania." She smiled and kissed his cheek,
electing NOT to wolf out on
Cloaked Fists: He watched the fellow as he offered them a reward, moving
over to scout and speaking low to her, keeping what he said for her ears
alone.
Tesarik One: (-snicker-)
ferocious allure: him to get the point across .. that could scar some people
for life. Speaking from experience. Was often hilarious though.
Mighty Gar thog: Pearls? ~he smiled, looking at them, seeing if any were not
perfectly round~
Tesarik One: They were freshwater, so not perfectly round at all.
SwordOfAtrophy: .Must.. resist... pearl... joke...
I Yield to None: (Ok, just tears now. Nothing but love cloaked mun!)
Tesarik One: She listened, and then gave a nod. She'd do it where she
wouldn't embarass the poor fishy miller. She grinned over at Thais, "Looks
like you have options if the kumpania doesn't work out."
Tesarik One: NOT that kind of rod. NOT that kind of pearls. Naughty folks.
I Yield to None: Did it have an epic staff by chance?
ferocious allure: Gypsies! Can't take them anywhere!
Tesarik One: Yeah, one was burning up.
SwordOfAtrophy: They make a salve for that.
Tesarik One: (Well folks, my time is past up, so we'll end it here!)
Tesarik One: ^v^ 1/17/2015 12:48:15 AM ^v^
Mighty Gar thog: (Ok. Sweet dreams when you go!)
Tesarik One: (Y'all as always can keep rping. They would eventually head
back to camp!)
I Yield to None: (Is there enough for two pearls each or is everyone just
stuck with one? ;p)
Mighty Gar thog: (Has dragon stuff and dragon steas!)
ferocious allure: (( whats your mortgage rate on that gutter, j? >.> ))