Post by Head Moderator on Nov 21, 2012 19:07:03 GMT -5
Tesarik One: Log On
Tesarik One: State your name, rank, dice, def dc and hit points.
sullen requital: Grayson, Crystal Journeyman, 2d28, def 10, 25 hp (16 + 4
end + Diehard)
Tesarik One: Grayson 0/25 [10] ||
sullen requital: It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents
-- except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of
wind which swept up the streets (for it is in Navahla that our scene lies),
rattling along the
sullen requital: housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the
lamps that struggled against the darkness. As if by an occult hand, Grayson
was plucked him his heavy slumber. Irritated at the fates the Gods had
bestowed upon him, he rose
sullen requital: wearily from his bed, fingers attempting to make sense of
the mop of unruly hair. Blue-grey irises shifted towards the window at a
particularly loud crash of thunder, and the pirate cursed under his breath.
T'would not be great
sullen requital: weather for walking, but he knew he'd need to tire himself
out before attempting to regain his slumber. Clothes were donned, and he
sighed once more upon remembrance that his armor was still being worked on,
but thus far it had been
sullen requital: safe here, so he figured he would simply make due with his
sword and shield for protection. Onto his back they went, and then out he
stepped from his somnambular accomodation, letting the door latch as quietly
as he could so as not
sullen requital: to disturb his captain. Thuds of his boots echoed slightly
through the building as he made his way down the stairs, and he stepped
outside, then closed the door tight to ensure the weeping ones up in the
heavens would not be allowed
sullen requital: to sully up the lovely floor. Once he'd made his way to the
street, gaze shifted up, and then down the street, before heading further
into town slowly, the rain little bothering one who was accustomed to life
aboard the grand ship
sullen requital: he called home. Still, however.. "Fuck this god damn wind."
No, no. He didn't care much for the wind tonight.
Tesarik One: It seemed as if Runik had not only sent a 'messenger' to speak
to certain members, but several of their operatives were in constant
surveillance of the inne and around it. It was due to this surveillance that
when the door opened
Tesarik One: and out stepped that curly headed pirate, she was ready. Her
dark skin blended well with the darkness of the night, and even the moonlight
of the three moons that shone upon Arith tonight were held behind the dark
clouds as the rain
Tesarik One: poured down, cleansing the dirty streets of the refuse and
stink it normally held in some of the areas. The drow female's boots met the
puddling ground with a splash as she jumped from her hiding place across the
lane from the
Tesarik One: large inne, and with a sweep of her cloak her white hair was
hidden beneath the darkness of her hood and she began to move along as if she
were merely out for a stroll as well with her head bent down to keep the rain
from her face.
Tesarik One: This also kept Grayson from seeing that she was a drow, which
were uncommon -but not unheard of - in this area. She moved behind him, she
did not hide nor dart in the shadows or creep along the rooftops or slink
into the alleyways;
Tesarik One: no she moved behind him like his own shadow, bent over, hands
within her cloak.
sullen requital: Heavenly tears continued to mat down his hair as he walked,
and he brushed it back from his eyes as he continued his journey. The breath
of the gods chose that moment to change the direction in which it was
projecting itself, the
sullen requital: torrential downpour now going almost entirely right into
the pirate's face. Well fuck this too, he thought, before immediately turning
around to head in the other direction. Better the rain at his back than right
in his face. Of
sullen requital: course if she wasn't at all hiding, that probably meant
he'd see her, no?
Tesarik One: He would see her, for she too was taken by surprise when the
rain began to come down horizontally it seemed instead of upon their heads.
As he turned around, she stopped suddenly and lifted her head letting her
violet eyes and dark
Tesarik One: skin of her face become visible. A smile was upon her face, and
she spoke common though with an accent that was more elven than anything
else. "Evening, what a stormy night for us to be out for a walk." Then she
lifted her hand
Tesarik One: beneath her cloak and let the material fall away revealing a
crossbow in her hand, all ready with a bolt in it. She grinned, and released
the trigger aiming it right for his left shoulder.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 32-sided dice: 24 18
Tesarik One: 3
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 4-sided die: 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +3 = 7
Tesarik One: No def?
sullen requital: (Not if he doesn't have his shield ready)
sullen requital: (Which he doesn't, for obvious reasons)
Tesarik One: Miz'ri 0/21 [13] || Grayson 7/25 [10]
Tesarik One: Grayson-
sullen requital: He grunted and stumbled back when he took that bolt to the
shoulder, cursed under his breath a good bit, then charged at her, drawing
his sword as he moved and attempting to cleave her from shoulder to hip, even
though that was
sullen requital: impossible in one hit with her stats! Didn't mean he
wouldn't try.
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
sullen requital: See? He couldn't even hit her. (9)
Tesarik One: She dodged to the side, moving out of the way of his weapon,
and spun back around, this time her crossbow falling to her side and her
sword pulling from the sheath under her cloak. She darted in towards him,
trying to slash him
Tesarik One: across the stomach.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 32-sided dice: 27 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 3 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +3
Tesarik One: 10
Tesarik One: *+7 not +3 = 14
Tesarik One: Miz'ri 0/21 [13] || Grayson 20/25 [10]
Tesarik One: Grayson-
sullen requital: Just..tries to slice her again, because there wasn't
exactly much else he could do. And he should be at 21 damage, not 20.
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
sullen requital: Fail.
Tesarik One: She laughed and jumped backwards, her sword flying upwards and
with a clang hitting his. "What a pitiful pirate you are. I thought perhaps,
just perhaps, you'd give me a run for my money tonight." She lowered her
weapon, and let the
Tesarik One: rain remove the blood that was on it, then wiped it along her
cloak and sheathed it before it got too wet again. She looked up at him and
gave a little shake of her head as she grinned. Then she held her hands out
to either side of
Tesarik One: her, and spoke again, "I won't resist, I won't even fight back.
Come on, show me how hard you can hit -- if you can even hit me?"
sullen requital: He pressed a hand to his bleeding guts and gritted his
teeth against the pain, stoll holding his sword in his other hand, of course.
Perhaps he would've hit her if she hadn't greeted him with a damned crossbow
bolt to the shoulder.
sullen requital: Still, if she was going to just stand there like an idiot,
he'd try and take one of those hands right off with a two-handed chop.
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 2 28-sided dice: 27 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 3 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
sullen requital: (+3 to all that)
sullen requital: (So 13 total)
Tesarik One: 13
Tesarik One: Unfortunately, her leather armor did not cover her hands, so
she took quite a big gash! She lowered her hand quickly, as it began to bleed
and cradled it with her other hand. "How the fuck do you miss me every single
time, then
Tesarik One: nearly slice my hand off?" She had the urge to pull her
crossbow up again, but she'd not put a new bolt in yet. Instead, she began to
heal herself as her face turned upwards to let the rain wash down over her
face and hair.
Tesarik One: (Heal 5 out of 12 points)
Tesarik One: Miz'ri 8/21 [13] (5/12) || Grayson 21/25 [10]
sullen requital: Well while she was busy talking and healing, he decided to
press the attack, since he'd actually hit. Sword was lifted as if to try and
cut her down the middle, but instead he threw his grip forward to slam the
pommel of the sword
sullen requital: right into her mouth, assuming she didn't get out of the
way of it.
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 0 poynts damage ~*~When she'd at
least got her wrist put together, even though there was still a pretty decent
gash in it, her lip twitched a bit as she leaned back against the building
and
Tesarik One: ....and got attacked again!
sullen requital: (+2)
Tesarik One: Hit!
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 2 28-sided dice: 6 17
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 2 6-sided dice: 6 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
sullen requital: (+3)
sullen requital: (So 16)
Tesarik One: (Cheat Death)
Tesarik One: Miz'ri 20/21 [13] (5/12) || Grayson 21/25 [10]
sullen requital: "You talk too much, bitch. You going to finish this or
not?" Hopefully he'd broken her jaw.
Tesarik One: That hurt, and she spit out broken teeth and blood after that
hit to her face. Thankfully, she was not dead, but she could have been. She
glared at him, though she had her orders not to kill him so as much as she
wanted to slice his
Tesarik One: pretty head off, or stab him in the gut and wrench out his
insides, she would not. Instead, she whispered a few words in undercommon
and the night grew so much darker. Thick, magical darkness that would blind
even the keenest of
Tesarik One: mages. Blotting out Grayson's sight, though if he had
blindfight he'd still be able to fight using other senses. She moved away
from him, grabbing quickly to a ledge and pulling herself up to the rooftops,
where she was safe from
Tesarik One: his heavy handed sword.
sullen requital: Well he may have been blinded, but he'd been trained well
at fighting below decks, where sometimes it got too dark to see! He heard her
move back and start heading towards the rooftops, and while he wasn't going
to follow her, there
sullen requital: didn't seem to be anything wrong with trying to take her
foot off with another chop of his sword before she got completely out of
range! Probably only be able to reach the foot though, at this point.
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
sullen requital: (20)
Tesarik One: (Parry)
Tesarik One: As she climbed, she too had blindfight, and heard him come
behind her. That sword of hers swung down, catching his blade before it hit
her, merely keeping any damage from her body as she scurried up the building
and to the roof
Tesarik One: safely. While up there, she used the remainder of her healing
energy on herself.
Tesarik One: Miz'ri 13/21 [13] (12/12) || Grayson 21/25 [10]
sullen requital: Well he was baffled to all hell as to how she managed to
parry while climbing and not fall, but that was precisely why he wasn't crazy
enough to follow her up there. "Cowardly fuck." More growled out than yelled
after her, before he
sullen requital: started back for the inne to get that wound in his gut seen
to. The crossbow bolt in his shoulder was removed as he walked, and he made a
mental not to go smash the armorsmith's face if he wasn't done with that
armor soon. Also to
sullen requital: take this woman's head off on sight if he saw her again!
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 11 Acrobatics (Just decided to roll for her climbing and all.
I'd say she could parry but not attack while climbing.)
Tesarik One: There was laughter carried by the wind as she began moving
across the rooftops, she needed a little more healing she couldn't give
herself. She was a little disappointed she'd not been allowed to kill him,
what's one less man in
Tesarik One: the world after all? But, unfortunately for the drow woman she
had superiors, she was low on the totem pole.
Tesarik One: Maria was inside the tap room, though the place was officially
closed she was sitting at a table near the fire, eating a late dinner. The
fight was too far away for her to hear in such a storm as they were having,
but she certainly
Tesarik One: would be able to tell something had happened once Grayson got
to the inne! She'd had an inkling something was going on, Runik after all
were not on the best terms with Blackfeather of which Maria was a part. She
caught sight of
Tesarik One: Grayson from the window, poor man looked drenched, and she
hopped up and ran across the room and opened the door for him. Then she
stepped outside and glanced around, before moving inside and locking the door
behind them.
Tesarik One: "Who did it?"
sullen requital: Oh yeah, he was drenched! And not just with water, what
with all the blood pouring out of him. He stepped in through the door and
dropped his sword and shield onto the floor, then moved right over behind the
bar, permission be
sullen requital: damned, to find a nice clean cloth to press to his gut and
try and slow the bleeding a bit. "Didn't get her name while she was trying to
gut me. Maybe you should run out there, get on the rooftops, find her and ask
her."
Tesarik One: "Don't be a smartass to me." She snapped back at him, and
followed him behind the bar. Maria had quite a few talents that not everyone
knew about. One was healing, after all if she sent her people out on
dangerous assignments she
Tesarik One: sure as hell was going to be able to heal. "Here, let me help
you." She grabbed him and pushed him against the bar somewhat, and grabbed
more cloths and held them to where he was bleeding the most. "I think I know
what's going on
Tesarik One: but I'm not sure." She was mostly talking to herself, for if
Grayson did not resist she would grab a bottle of something under the bar and
spray the liquid onto the wounds. Instantly the wounds would stop bleeding,
and once she
Tesarik One: rubbed the oily liquid into the skin, once she'd pulled away
the clothing they'd even begin to heal. (Heal 21/22 heal points)
Tesarik One: Grayson 0/25 [10]
sullen requital: "Then don't ask questions that deserve a smartass answer."
He wasn't friendly, but he did let her do her healing thing, since..he just
assumed she knew what she was doing. All he knew was what he'd seen from
watching doctors
sullen requital: treating his wounds, as well as seeing the ship's doctor at
work every now and then! And he knew stopping the bleeding was the best idea
to start with. Of course, she did much better at than than he did, and before
long he was
sullen requital: healing up nicely! "Thanks. So what the fuck was that all
about, since you think you know?"
Tesarik One: She frowned when he snapped back at her, she certainly did not
like to be talked to in such a manner. But, she said nothing since he had
been bleeding out quite a bit. She wiped up the floor of the blood as much as
she could with
Tesarik One: the rags and tossed them in a pile. "Whiskey or rum?" She was
already grabbing a glass for him. "It's happened before, where I lived before
this place. They start trying to get people to leave me and work for them, or
worse yet,
Tesarik One: work for them while staying in my employ. Runik. Fucking
big-headed bastards, think they need to have their hand in everything." Which
was funny, since Blackfeather had their hand in
Tesarik One: everything! But, it was different. They could procure anything,
illegal goods and such. Runik was just bad news altogether. "They play this
game, see how strong we are, see how well each of the members fight and
weaknesses.
Tesarik One: Eventually, those that refuse to join them... " She shook her
head. "They'll cause a lot of problems, and we'll have to resort to teaching
them a lesson. Again."
sullen requital: "I wasn't aware I even worked for you in the first place,
so I don't see what this has to do with me. Whiskey." He picked up his gear
now that he wasn't all bogged down by his wounds, even if he didn't feel
fantastic right away.
sullen requital: Onto his back the gear went once again, and he moved to
take that glass which was hopefully ready, and drink down the whiskey
promptly!
Tesarik One: "You stay here, they assume anyone that stays here is fair
game." She frowned, then filled the glass with whiskey and slid it over to
him. "I know Solanine. From before, back in Madder. I don't know how much
she's told you
Tesarik One: about why you came inland, but you'll be heading back soon
enough. I know your group will be happy to be back on the ship." She shrugged
and jumped up to sit on the edge of the bar and wiped her hands, then slid
the whiskey bottle
Tesarik One: over to him if he wanted more.
sullen requital: He grunted, and then downed the whiskey, then set the glass
down, picking the bottle up to pour himself some more. "I haven't been told
much of anything about it, but if shit like this is normal, then yes, I'll be
glad to be back
sullen requital: on the ship. At least I know why people are trying to kill
me there."
Tesarik One: "I'm sorry." She really was too, she jumped down off the bar
and went to gather her dinner plate, and glass. "Take the bottle with you if
you want." And, she disappeared into the kitchen.
Tesarik One: Log Off
Tesarik One: State your name, rank, dice, def dc and hit points.
sullen requital: Grayson, Crystal Journeyman, 2d28, def 10, 25 hp (16 + 4
end + Diehard)
Tesarik One: Grayson 0/25 [10] ||
sullen requital: It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents
-- except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of
wind which swept up the streets (for it is in Navahla that our scene lies),
rattling along the
sullen requital: housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the
lamps that struggled against the darkness. As if by an occult hand, Grayson
was plucked him his heavy slumber. Irritated at the fates the Gods had
bestowed upon him, he rose
sullen requital: wearily from his bed, fingers attempting to make sense of
the mop of unruly hair. Blue-grey irises shifted towards the window at a
particularly loud crash of thunder, and the pirate cursed under his breath.
T'would not be great
sullen requital: weather for walking, but he knew he'd need to tire himself
out before attempting to regain his slumber. Clothes were donned, and he
sighed once more upon remembrance that his armor was still being worked on,
but thus far it had been
sullen requital: safe here, so he figured he would simply make due with his
sword and shield for protection. Onto his back they went, and then out he
stepped from his somnambular accomodation, letting the door latch as quietly
as he could so as not
sullen requital: to disturb his captain. Thuds of his boots echoed slightly
through the building as he made his way down the stairs, and he stepped
outside, then closed the door tight to ensure the weeping ones up in the
heavens would not be allowed
sullen requital: to sully up the lovely floor. Once he'd made his way to the
street, gaze shifted up, and then down the street, before heading further
into town slowly, the rain little bothering one who was accustomed to life
aboard the grand ship
sullen requital: he called home. Still, however.. "Fuck this god damn wind."
No, no. He didn't care much for the wind tonight.
Tesarik One: It seemed as if Runik had not only sent a 'messenger' to speak
to certain members, but several of their operatives were in constant
surveillance of the inne and around it. It was due to this surveillance that
when the door opened
Tesarik One: and out stepped that curly headed pirate, she was ready. Her
dark skin blended well with the darkness of the night, and even the moonlight
of the three moons that shone upon Arith tonight were held behind the dark
clouds as the rain
Tesarik One: poured down, cleansing the dirty streets of the refuse and
stink it normally held in some of the areas. The drow female's boots met the
puddling ground with a splash as she jumped from her hiding place across the
lane from the
Tesarik One: large inne, and with a sweep of her cloak her white hair was
hidden beneath the darkness of her hood and she began to move along as if she
were merely out for a stroll as well with her head bent down to keep the rain
from her face.
Tesarik One: This also kept Grayson from seeing that she was a drow, which
were uncommon -but not unheard of - in this area. She moved behind him, she
did not hide nor dart in the shadows or creep along the rooftops or slink
into the alleyways;
Tesarik One: no she moved behind him like his own shadow, bent over, hands
within her cloak.
sullen requital: Heavenly tears continued to mat down his hair as he walked,
and he brushed it back from his eyes as he continued his journey. The breath
of the gods chose that moment to change the direction in which it was
projecting itself, the
sullen requital: torrential downpour now going almost entirely right into
the pirate's face. Well fuck this too, he thought, before immediately turning
around to head in the other direction. Better the rain at his back than right
in his face. Of
sullen requital: course if she wasn't at all hiding, that probably meant
he'd see her, no?
Tesarik One: He would see her, for she too was taken by surprise when the
rain began to come down horizontally it seemed instead of upon their heads.
As he turned around, she stopped suddenly and lifted her head letting her
violet eyes and dark
Tesarik One: skin of her face become visible. A smile was upon her face, and
she spoke common though with an accent that was more elven than anything
else. "Evening, what a stormy night for us to be out for a walk." Then she
lifted her hand
Tesarik One: beneath her cloak and let the material fall away revealing a
crossbow in her hand, all ready with a bolt in it. She grinned, and released
the trigger aiming it right for his left shoulder.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 32-sided dice: 24 18
Tesarik One: 3
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 4-sided die: 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +3 = 7
Tesarik One: No def?
sullen requital: (Not if he doesn't have his shield ready)
sullen requital: (Which he doesn't, for obvious reasons)
Tesarik One: Miz'ri 0/21 [13] || Grayson 7/25 [10]
Tesarik One: Grayson-
sullen requital: He grunted and stumbled back when he took that bolt to the
shoulder, cursed under his breath a good bit, then charged at her, drawing
his sword as he moved and attempting to cleave her from shoulder to hip, even
though that was
sullen requital: impossible in one hit with her stats! Didn't mean he
wouldn't try.
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
sullen requital: See? He couldn't even hit her. (9)
Tesarik One: She dodged to the side, moving out of the way of his weapon,
and spun back around, this time her crossbow falling to her side and her
sword pulling from the sheath under her cloak. She darted in towards him,
trying to slash him
Tesarik One: across the stomach.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 32-sided dice: 27 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 3 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +3
Tesarik One: 10
Tesarik One: *+7 not +3 = 14
Tesarik One: Miz'ri 0/21 [13] || Grayson 20/25 [10]
Tesarik One: Grayson-
sullen requital: Just..tries to slice her again, because there wasn't
exactly much else he could do. And he should be at 21 damage, not 20.
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
sullen requital: Fail.
Tesarik One: She laughed and jumped backwards, her sword flying upwards and
with a clang hitting his. "What a pitiful pirate you are. I thought perhaps,
just perhaps, you'd give me a run for my money tonight." She lowered her
weapon, and let the
Tesarik One: rain remove the blood that was on it, then wiped it along her
cloak and sheathed it before it got too wet again. She looked up at him and
gave a little shake of her head as she grinned. Then she held her hands out
to either side of
Tesarik One: her, and spoke again, "I won't resist, I won't even fight back.
Come on, show me how hard you can hit -- if you can even hit me?"
sullen requital: He pressed a hand to his bleeding guts and gritted his
teeth against the pain, stoll holding his sword in his other hand, of course.
Perhaps he would've hit her if she hadn't greeted him with a damned crossbow
bolt to the shoulder.
sullen requital: Still, if she was going to just stand there like an idiot,
he'd try and take one of those hands right off with a two-handed chop.
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 2 28-sided dice: 27 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 3 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 2 6-sided dice: 2 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
sullen requital: (+3 to all that)
sullen requital: (So 13 total)
Tesarik One: 13
Tesarik One: Unfortunately, her leather armor did not cover her hands, so
she took quite a big gash! She lowered her hand quickly, as it began to bleed
and cradled it with her other hand. "How the fuck do you miss me every single
time, then
Tesarik One: nearly slice my hand off?" She had the urge to pull her
crossbow up again, but she'd not put a new bolt in yet. Instead, she began to
heal herself as her face turned upwards to let the rain wash down over her
face and hair.
Tesarik One: (Heal 5 out of 12 points)
Tesarik One: Miz'ri 8/21 [13] (5/12) || Grayson 21/25 [10]
sullen requital: Well while she was busy talking and healing, he decided to
press the attack, since he'd actually hit. Sword was lifted as if to try and
cut her down the middle, but instead he threw his grip forward to slam the
pommel of the sword
sullen requital: right into her mouth, assuming she didn't get out of the
way of it.
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 0 poynts damage ~*~When she'd at
least got her wrist put together, even though there was still a pretty decent
gash in it, her lip twitched a bit as she leaned back against the building
and
Tesarik One: ....and got attacked again!
sullen requital: (+2)
Tesarik One: Hit!
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 2 28-sided dice: 6 17
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 2 6-sided dice: 6 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
sullen requital: (+3)
sullen requital: (So 16)
Tesarik One: (Cheat Death)
Tesarik One: Miz'ri 20/21 [13] (5/12) || Grayson 21/25 [10]
sullen requital: "You talk too much, bitch. You going to finish this or
not?" Hopefully he'd broken her jaw.
Tesarik One: That hurt, and she spit out broken teeth and blood after that
hit to her face. Thankfully, she was not dead, but she could have been. She
glared at him, though she had her orders not to kill him so as much as she
wanted to slice his
Tesarik One: pretty head off, or stab him in the gut and wrench out his
insides, she would not. Instead, she whispered a few words in undercommon
and the night grew so much darker. Thick, magical darkness that would blind
even the keenest of
Tesarik One: mages. Blotting out Grayson's sight, though if he had
blindfight he'd still be able to fight using other senses. She moved away
from him, grabbing quickly to a ledge and pulling herself up to the rooftops,
where she was safe from
Tesarik One: his heavy handed sword.
sullen requital: Well he may have been blinded, but he'd been trained well
at fighting below decks, where sometimes it got too dark to see! He heard her
move back and start heading towards the rooftops, and while he wasn't going
to follow her, there
sullen requital: didn't seem to be anything wrong with trying to take her
foot off with another chop of his sword before she got completely out of
range! Probably only be able to reach the foot though, at this point.
OnlineHost: sullen requital rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
Tesarik One: ~*~ sullen requital scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
sullen requital: (20)
Tesarik One: (Parry)
Tesarik One: As she climbed, she too had blindfight, and heard him come
behind her. That sword of hers swung down, catching his blade before it hit
her, merely keeping any damage from her body as she scurried up the building
and to the roof
Tesarik One: safely. While up there, she used the remainder of her healing
energy on herself.
Tesarik One: Miz'ri 13/21 [13] (12/12) || Grayson 21/25 [10]
sullen requital: Well he was baffled to all hell as to how she managed to
parry while climbing and not fall, but that was precisely why he wasn't crazy
enough to follow her up there. "Cowardly fuck." More growled out than yelled
after her, before he
sullen requital: started back for the inne to get that wound in his gut seen
to. The crossbow bolt in his shoulder was removed as he walked, and he made a
mental not to go smash the armorsmith's face if he wasn't done with that
armor soon. Also to
sullen requital: take this woman's head off on sight if he saw her again!
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 11 Acrobatics (Just decided to roll for her climbing and all.
I'd say she could parry but not attack while climbing.)
Tesarik One: There was laughter carried by the wind as she began moving
across the rooftops, she needed a little more healing she couldn't give
herself. She was a little disappointed she'd not been allowed to kill him,
what's one less man in
Tesarik One: the world after all? But, unfortunately for the drow woman she
had superiors, she was low on the totem pole.
Tesarik One: Maria was inside the tap room, though the place was officially
closed she was sitting at a table near the fire, eating a late dinner. The
fight was too far away for her to hear in such a storm as they were having,
but she certainly
Tesarik One: would be able to tell something had happened once Grayson got
to the inne! She'd had an inkling something was going on, Runik after all
were not on the best terms with Blackfeather of which Maria was a part. She
caught sight of
Tesarik One: Grayson from the window, poor man looked drenched, and she
hopped up and ran across the room and opened the door for him. Then she
stepped outside and glanced around, before moving inside and locking the door
behind them.
Tesarik One: "Who did it?"
sullen requital: Oh yeah, he was drenched! And not just with water, what
with all the blood pouring out of him. He stepped in through the door and
dropped his sword and shield onto the floor, then moved right over behind the
bar, permission be
sullen requital: damned, to find a nice clean cloth to press to his gut and
try and slow the bleeding a bit. "Didn't get her name while she was trying to
gut me. Maybe you should run out there, get on the rooftops, find her and ask
her."
Tesarik One: "Don't be a smartass to me." She snapped back at him, and
followed him behind the bar. Maria had quite a few talents that not everyone
knew about. One was healing, after all if she sent her people out on
dangerous assignments she
Tesarik One: sure as hell was going to be able to heal. "Here, let me help
you." She grabbed him and pushed him against the bar somewhat, and grabbed
more cloths and held them to where he was bleeding the most. "I think I know
what's going on
Tesarik One: but I'm not sure." She was mostly talking to herself, for if
Grayson did not resist she would grab a bottle of something under the bar and
spray the liquid onto the wounds. Instantly the wounds would stop bleeding,
and once she
Tesarik One: rubbed the oily liquid into the skin, once she'd pulled away
the clothing they'd even begin to heal. (Heal 21/22 heal points)
Tesarik One: Grayson 0/25 [10]
sullen requital: "Then don't ask questions that deserve a smartass answer."
He wasn't friendly, but he did let her do her healing thing, since..he just
assumed she knew what she was doing. All he knew was what he'd seen from
watching doctors
sullen requital: treating his wounds, as well as seeing the ship's doctor at
work every now and then! And he knew stopping the bleeding was the best idea
to start with. Of course, she did much better at than than he did, and before
long he was
sullen requital: healing up nicely! "Thanks. So what the fuck was that all
about, since you think you know?"
Tesarik One: She frowned when he snapped back at her, she certainly did not
like to be talked to in such a manner. But, she said nothing since he had
been bleeding out quite a bit. She wiped up the floor of the blood as much as
she could with
Tesarik One: the rags and tossed them in a pile. "Whiskey or rum?" She was
already grabbing a glass for him. "It's happened before, where I lived before
this place. They start trying to get people to leave me and work for them, or
worse yet,
Tesarik One: work for them while staying in my employ. Runik. Fucking
big-headed bastards, think they need to have their hand in everything." Which
was funny, since Blackfeather had their hand in
Tesarik One: everything! But, it was different. They could procure anything,
illegal goods and such. Runik was just bad news altogether. "They play this
game, see how strong we are, see how well each of the members fight and
weaknesses.
Tesarik One: Eventually, those that refuse to join them... " She shook her
head. "They'll cause a lot of problems, and we'll have to resort to teaching
them a lesson. Again."
sullen requital: "I wasn't aware I even worked for you in the first place,
so I don't see what this has to do with me. Whiskey." He picked up his gear
now that he wasn't all bogged down by his wounds, even if he didn't feel
fantastic right away.
sullen requital: Onto his back the gear went once again, and he moved to
take that glass which was hopefully ready, and drink down the whiskey
promptly!
Tesarik One: "You stay here, they assume anyone that stays here is fair
game." She frowned, then filled the glass with whiskey and slid it over to
him. "I know Solanine. From before, back in Madder. I don't know how much
she's told you
Tesarik One: about why you came inland, but you'll be heading back soon
enough. I know your group will be happy to be back on the ship." She shrugged
and jumped up to sit on the edge of the bar and wiped her hands, then slid
the whiskey bottle
Tesarik One: over to him if he wanted more.
sullen requital: He grunted, and then downed the whiskey, then set the glass
down, picking the bottle up to pour himself some more. "I haven't been told
much of anything about it, but if shit like this is normal, then yes, I'll be
glad to be back
sullen requital: on the ship. At least I know why people are trying to kill
me there."
Tesarik One: "I'm sorry." She really was too, she jumped down off the bar
and went to gather her dinner plate, and glass. "Take the bottle with you if
you want." And, she disappeared into the kitchen.
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