Post by Ellywick Fizzlespark on Dec 23, 2016 20:11:53 GMT -5
Tesarik One: backup logger?
Fun Size Fantasy: on
SwordOfAtrophy: on
Tesarik One: ^v^ 12/9/2016 9:04:47 PM ^v^
Tesarik One: -- Triple Full Moon Event Quest --
Tesarik One: For the record, as Rica has said, this is just the first day,
the next three days with Sunday as the apex are the main days where shit goes
nuts. Please, please read the info you were sent and the info on the web site
if you're
Tesarik One: interested. Rica put a hell of a lot of work into this and we
want it to be fun.
Tesarik One: Offline Ops are something we are testing out for other events
etc, so please try them out and see what you think.
Tesarik One: Here we go.
Tesarik One: --start quest state--
Tesarik One: OH Quest: "Lacuna? (Triple Full Quest)"
Tesarik One: If you have questions IM me a Mod or a DM.
Tesarik One: Estimated time is 3 hours from posting of the scoreboard.
Tesarik One: You can die on our adventures and I'm going to try and kill you
all or at least fuck you up.
Tesarik One: Make sure your dossier is updated!
Tesarik One: 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 and TEAMWORK SKILL.
Tesarik One: Keep up with your own self-healing please. You can also state
any spells or CM's that effect the full quest if you wish.
Tesarik One: After you have given your state - please IM me with a link to
your dossier.
Tesarik One: ---end state---
Fun Size Fantasy: |[ Ellywick Fizzlespark || Obsidian Elder || Thief
Adept/Mage || 3d94 (AoS) || 79 HP || 23 DDC (small & fast) || Bruises Easily,
Mrs Nice Guy, Loner || Teamwork: Tribal Mentality/Wolfpack Critical ]|
RageofNocturne: Paragus Tarble/ Ruby Shield/ 3d80/ DC-23(monk tattoo)/
HP-57/ Devout/ Monk/ Combat/Brawler/ Self Heal-26/ Flaws: Arrogant,
Ambitious, Code of Honor/ Weak: None/ Teamwork: Punch Through//
SwordOfAtrophy: Leena Ortherion - Ruby Warrior - Support/Healer,
Support/Bard - 2d82 - 62 HP (12 MoB, 9 wlp) - 10 DDC - Weakness: None - 77
Healing Points (Healing Hands) - Flaws: Jinxed, Merciful, Shallow Veins
restless impulse: [ Mercy Ravenbrand; Obsidian Master;
Support/Rogue/Combat/Fighter; 3d92; 56hp; 26ddc; arrogant, bigot (elves +
halfbreeds), sunblind; no teamwork; cm: quickened grace +3 quick eoa (already
applied to ddc) ]
SwordOfAtrophy: (Teamwork: Co-ordinated Attack)
scales change: [ Art Cruach (Kythin) | Diamond Vanguard (4d98 EP) | 61 HP
(+12 end) - 22 (w/o armor) ddc - 30 Healing Points | Flaws: Ambitious, Code
of Honor, Easily Charmed - Weakness: Sonic | Teamwork: Punch Through ]
psionic wanderer: Dashiell Grosvenor, Amber Defender, 2d52, 28 HP, dc 16,
caffeine addict, code of honor, reflex against magic, teamwork: concerted
attack
restless impulse: (( brb ))
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir has entered the room.
GreyWalkr13: {Gabriel Tempestus "Spyder"| Topaz Journeyman (2d36)| 19hp|
DC14| Curiosity, Weakness: earth}
Wolf of Sverrir: Ranulfr / Obsidian High Elder / 3d95 / DefDC: 26 / HP: 96 /
Healing Points; 60 / Fighter/Healer / Flaws- Intolerance (Rumarians), Rough
Demeanor, Distinctive /
Wolf of Sverrir: CMS- Lightning Reflexes +3 Qck, Natural Athlete +5
Athletics, Winter Born- Effect
Tesarik One: (Is this a new sn or should I still send the receipt to
ranuifr?)
Wolf of Sverrir: (Send to rans just its giving me problems)
Tesarik One: Ok folks roll your inits
Tesarik One: Give me final number.
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
Wolf of Sverrir: (10 + Lightning Initiative +10, Quickness +16=36)
SwordOfAtrophy: Taking the Lead: First
OnlineHost: Fun Size Fantasy rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
OnlineHost: restless impulse rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Wolf of Sverrir: (bleh
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
psionic wanderer: (18)
Wolf of Sverrir: (20 Lightning Initiative +10, Quickness +16=46 I mean used
to rolling 10's
RageofNocturne: + 12 qck +10 lightning init +12 muscle reaction= 39))
Tesarik One: Also if you didn't IM me your link to your dossier, you need to
do so.
restless impulse: (( +16q 17 ))
Fun Size Fantasy: [ + 12 qck = 30 + 16 int (PoM) = 46 )
OnlineHost: GreyWalkr13 rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
scales change: [+12 qck, +5 Dueling (enchant; Crack [weapon]) +12 Muscle
Reactions, +10 Lightning Init = 57 ]
Tesarik One: Also, which of my mods will help Spyder mun since this is his
first quest?
SwordOfAtrophy: /
Fun Size Fantasy: I offered help but he also knows I have ADD with the event
going on so between us two..
GreyWalkr13: (Rica already offered pam, thanks. I haven't played off a
character sheet in over 15 years)
Tesarik One: Ok just need your init then.
Tesarik One: Add quickness.
Wolf of Sverrir: (brb have to take rats out to the bathroom ebfore the male
one decides to pee on my couch >_<)
GreyWalkr13: 17 +4 Qck= 21
Wolf of Sverrir: (meh nm kid is doing it)
GreyWalkr13: you have trained the kid well
Tesarik One: hold while I build the sb
GreyWalkr13: (bio before we start brb)
Tesarik One: Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || Kythin 0/61 [22] (0/30) || Ranulfr 0/
96 [26] (0/60) || Elly 0/79 [23] || Paragus 0/57 [23] || Spyder 0/19 [14] ||
Dashiell 0/28 [16] || Mercy 0/56 [26]
Tesarik One: Miss anything? Screw it up?
Fun Size Fantasy: Looks good.
Wolf of Sverrir: (Ditto)
GreyWalkr13: (back)
RageofNocturne: good here)
GreyWalkr13: (good)
GreyWalkr13: (font change)
Tesarik One: ^v^ 12/9/2016 9:35:28 PM ^v^
Tesarik One: Tonight, soon after the sun went down, there was a rumble
through the Bristleback Mountains. Near Feld, and all across Pincer Lake even
heard in Navahla was the loudest C R A C K that anyone on this earth has
probably heard in teir
Tesarik One: their* lifetime. It caused the waters of Lake Pincer to surge
backwards, flooding the Willow Weed River before receding. Near the base of
the mountain near Feld, on the rocky shore of Lake Pincer, a chasm was now
visible from the
Tesarik One: top of that particular mountain to the base, as if something
had shattered the rock. A few rippling quakes shook Navahla, but only enough
to make the dishes rattle on the bar, or your paintings to shiver on the
walls.
Tesarik One: (You may all now rp your response to the crack - so wherever
you would normally be, and then we will have Maria get in touch)
SwordOfAtrophy: Leena had been reading, or dozing, or perhaps both, when the
ground suddenly had issues with it. Nearly falling out of the chair, she set
the book down, then panicking to reach for and earmark the page before she
forgot. Deciding
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly was down by the warehouses at the docks for a reason
that most would never believe when she heard and felt the sound.
"IDidn'tDoIt" The words immediately flying out of her mouth as she held one
hand up and kept the other arm
SwordOfAtrophy: she might be called to help those hurt in.. whatever just
happened, she hastily threw on her things, gun on a hip like she was in a
cheap western, and headed down the stairs into the tap room of the Inne to
see who knew what.
Wolf of Sverrir: As of lately he had been sticking to Saguenay Hall, the ice
covered lands of Alzorc being his true heart, so that was where he was at
when that happened. One of the drinking horns in hand being riased for a
drink, long dark hair was
restless impulse: Frown furrowed her brow as deep in the Blind Beggar
various empty and near empty drinking vessels were rattled about, the
occasional smash in the wake of the vibratory thunderous crack pulling her
attention away from her light
psionic wanderer: Well, that was..something. He was sitting in his chair,
enjoying a (fresh!) cup of coffee and staring at the wall when the wall
started to move, and things shifted. He tapped his heels together and his
boots lit up at the heels,
Wolf of Sverrir: pulled back into the thick braid, beard had grown out more
for the winter. Yes he was enjoying the winter time in the frozen north! *D
GreyWalkr13: -Spyder was in his shop, sketching out a design for a new
customer. The tavern in question was in a good place, but the floorplan
needed some work. The bar was too small, and the lighting needed to be
upgraded. The crack gave him
scales change: With the Dominus docked and its crew milling about.. even
Captain Cruach was lacking in distractions when things began to shake,
rattle, and roll along with the sounds of .. what.. Arith itself cracking
open? Great. What matter of
restless impulse: reading. The odd mutter and exclamation were voiced by the
sodden bystanders, but most were too deep in their cups to really bother with
anything more once the initial had passed and a follow up failed to disturb
her drink. The
Fun Size Fantasy: around the last of the bags she had been using to
transport items. Yeah sure she had literally just been farting fire with
some of the deckhands that were lamenting about being stuck on shore leave
for the weekend but even she had
psionic wanderer: locking him to the floor, and it was only sheer luck that
caused him to not spill his beloved beverage. And then, while all that was
going on, noise. "Report." The voice in the ceiling, of course, told him that
things were okay, it
restless impulse: woman mused a little, before inwardly rolling her eyes as
whimsy struck her, book stashed in the almost dimensional pockets on her
person. Boots were sent to the ground as cloak was wrapped about her and
outside into the Hags she'd
Fun Size Fantasy: to agree that Three Full Moons was probably a bad idea. A
few messages had been sent back home to make sure that the people who didn't
exist! were taken care of. The fake village was going to be emptied this
weekend and all
restless impulse: go, maybe there'd be something to see. [d]
psionic wanderer: seemed to be a minor earthquake that'd shifted the ship.
"That doesn't explain the noise, now does it?" He sighed, then found his
thermos and poured the cup of coffee into it, stuck it into his pack and
shouldered it, then walked
GreyWalkr13: pause, as well as the rumblings. He hadn't known this was an
area earthshakes happened. Capping his ink before it could shake and ruin his
work, he debated heading home to check on his family. His wives were with
them though, so he
scales change: hellspawn (or spiderspawn..) was apt to be crawling its way
into the world this time? He issued the orders of keeping .. well order to
those of his crew his earshot if the shaking proved to be just the start of
something more unplea
Fun Size Fantasy: the burrows in Dewshine were to be shored up so nothing
from deep down came up.
"WellGuessIBetterGoAndTellMariaIFartedTheEarthOpen.." The joke was made and
she waved her hand at the men before heading towards Greenlord Run. -f-
psionic wanderer: down the hall to his little armory! He set the pack down,
got himself into his armor, stuck his helmet on and fired up the comm, whilst
grabbing his weapons from the locker. "AMEE, where are you? I'm heading back
up." Said into his
GreyWalkr13: Rolled up his drawings and drafts, figuring he wouldn't get any
work done in the next hour or two if any other shakes happened. Stepping out
of the small but solid shack he had setup in, he checked it over for damage.-
GreyWalkr13: (d)
scales change: sant. Least his drink had already been bereft of its contents
due to the fall to the floor.. well .. when shite hits the windmill.. assume
the Obsidian Heart had something to do with it or was about to.. meaning..
Art directed him
psionic wanderer: communicator, of course, because for all he knew she was
still at the inne, or in the market! He made sure he had a good seal on his
suit, then stepped into the airlock and waited for it to cycle, then opened
up the outer door of
RageofNocturne: :: Outside of the inne Gus was beating down a straw dummy in
his gi and with his bag of gear next to him. At the sudden sound he stopped
looking to his knuckles then the dummy before turning and rushing up to his
bag and would get t
scales change: self to the obvious locale. -d
psionic wanderer: his ship, and into the lake he went, swimming towards the
surface. As usual, however, he waited to actually surface until he was a good
ways away from where the ship had crashed.
Tesarik One: Messages began coming to Maria swiftly from her contacts in the
area. One such message brought quick movements from the daeva, and she was
now talking through the insignia to anyone who happened to have it close
enough to hear her
Tesarik One: voice, "Trolls spotted exiting a massive crack near Feld, meet
outside Navahla's Lake Gate immediately if you are able!"
Fun Size Fantasy: (( Special Ricanote: The Magic 1d10 rolls will start at 6
am! Just so everyone knows! ))
Wolf of Sverrir: Well at that message he was rising and turned moving for
the gate, a touch of the runes given activating the portal between the heart
and the hall. When the shimmering outline of the interior of the heart was
seen he moved through
restless impulse: Trolls? Well that was just peachy. Pausing in her motions
she looked off to the side, a door left open as its occupant fled in response
to the quake, the interior shining invitingly ... A sigh, turning away from
the easy score and
restless impulse: setting her direction to the Lake Gate, a little hop and
assistory burst of levitation assisting her. [d]
Fun Size Fantasy: Trolls? Elly let out a noise and almost immediately
disappeared into one of the final shadows for the night get back to her shop.
Tucking away the last of her cargo in it's sack of holding and then making
her move towards the Lake
SwordOfAtrophy: Trolls sounded less than fun, but if people rushed into
combat, she was rushing in behind them to make sure nobody had to live with
their ouchies that much. Taking a moment to grasp her wool coat and slid it
on, it was cold after
RageofNocturne: he rest of his gear on before he would take flight (1/ 15
spells used) to get over towards the lake quicker-D-
Wolf of Sverrir: it, snow drifted from cloak covered shoulders and dark
hair. As he mvoed he was strapping the large, disc shaped shield to his back
over the haft of the battleaxe there. "Already here to assist." And he was
moving straight for the
SwordOfAtrophy: all. She peered about the main Inne room for anyone getting
ready. "I'm going to pop on over there, if anyone wants to save some time."
Wolf of Sverrir: door heading out it now moving towards the lake, wintery
blue eyes flecked in gleaming shards of golden sunlight flashed as he
narrowed his eyes. Yeah the slightly better nature from the winter enjoyment
gone in place for the face
Wolf of Sverrir: of the Fury. *D
GreyWalkr13: -Turning to see who had spoken, only to find no one there, he
bemusedly wondered why his behind was talking to him when he hadn't eaten
yet. He then remembered and dug the insignia given to him, Looking it over
and even shaking it
Fun Size Fantasy: Gate. "NobodyKillAnythingWithoutMe!" She said it to the
world around her and got a few weird looks as she jumped from shadow to
shadow on her way over.
GreyWalkr13: prompted no results. He was never very good with these things.
Better go and lend a hand though. Stepping inside the shop he pulled on his
armor and grabbed his weapons, then headed out. He needed to ask directions
twice, but hoofed
GreyWalkr13: it to join the others.- (D)
psionic wanderer: Well..didn't seem too many people were around to watch the
weird-helmeted man rising out of the lake like he was a Voorhees, so that was
fine. He climbed on out entirely, then brought up an overlay so he could see
where to go. It
Tesarik One: The old Port Union mage that most of them would be familiar
with was waiting outside the Lake Gate, no sense wasting time, he already had
a portal open that revealed the mountain and it's new chasm.
psionic wanderer: was nice having a basic map of town available, even if it
was a bit rough. He started heading for the gate. And it seemed there was a
portal open! Good, he could get behind portals, it was teleporting that
bothered him!
Tesarik One: If he was near Navahla, they might see him, they were standing
on the road that hugged the lake!
Wolf of Sverrir: A single nod given to the mage as he moved for the portal.
That shield slid off, the axe removed from his back and smashed to the facing
as he walked for the portal and right on through it now. *D
Tesarik One: (brb while the rest of you make it through the portal!)
scales change: Well fancy that.. his presumed path to the Obsidian Heart
Inne provided a familiar face or two that gifted enough reason for the
Captain to redirect out of assumption alone. Course he wasn't exactly a
member of the company now was
RageofNocturne: :: Landing near the lake gate he stepped over and through
the portal without any delay-D-
SwordOfAtrophy: With no takers, she'd just disappear into nothing, and
reappear back in time and space by the gate. Oh, look, someone else made a
shortcut too. Fancy that. She'd tag along the rear, like a good little
healer.
scales change: he? Easily enough shoved with notice of the likes of the
Zorcan running at a portal. " So... whats been riled up this time? " Oh, he
was heading to the portal.. well never mind then.. right through the portal
behind him it was then!
scales change: -d
OnlineHost: TrueRedBlood has entered the room.
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly would have taken the offer but she didn't have time
as she got close. The portal mage was met, given a butt pat from the gnome
and then she laughed as she waited her turn to jump through the portal.
Diving right for the
psionic wanderer: Yep, through the portal it was, but he figured he'd
actually prepare his rifle first. It was a quick process, but may as well
have it ready on the way through!
restless impulse: When Mercy arrived at the Lake Gate, it wouldn't take long
to locate and recognise the portal waiting for anyone who had responded to
the call. A quick pat down of her multiple pouches to reassure herself that
everything was in
GreyWalkr13: -Seeing people walking through a portal made him hesitate. That
and having been running after being ill not long ago. Pulling the pistol and
cutlass from his sash, he checked the load in the pistol then stepped
hesitantly through.-
GreyWalkr13: (d)
Fun Size Fantasy: center like she normally did and rolling on the other side
of ground to come to a crouch. It was a gnome ball waiting to be kicked for
all of a moment. Oh hey.. it's that Art guy. He was given a wave of two
fingers and a noise
restless impulse: order, and the woman blended into the background somewhat
before taking that first step into the thing, taking care to move off to the
side once she'd gone through so she didn't get stepped on. [d]
Fun Size Fantasy: came out like she was sucking at her teeth. Then Spyder
got a bump. "SoGladYouFinallyBathedSwampGiant."
Tesarik One: As you step through the portal, you may roll a Spot.
Wolf of Sverrir: A look to the one that spoke had him giving a single nod,
"trolls," it was all that needed ot be said as he looked around.
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
OnlineHost: restless impulse rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
OnlineHost: Fun Size Fantasy rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
GreyWalkr13: Well I wouldn't want to seem like I was trying to usurp your
smell title would I? -Grinning at the little gnome, he looked around)
Wolf of Sverrir: (4 +5 Alert, +5 Hawkeyes=14)
GreyWalkr13: -*
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
restless impulse: (( +5 alert +10p = 20 ))
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
scales change: [+5 Alert Skill = 21 ]
TrueRedBlood: [ -sits in the hammock of OOC and eats popcorn-]
OnlineHost: GreyWalkr13 rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Fun Size Fantasy: [ + 5 alert, + 1 Crescent Moon +5 lenses = 24 ]
SwordOfAtrophy: (13)
psionic wanderer: (5 + 5 perception, +5 alert = 15)
GreyWalkr13: (7 +5 Alert= 12)
RageofNocturne: 8)
Tesarik One: 15+ notice very large shapes in various spots around the base
of the crack in the mountain. You can't really tell if they are coming out or
going in though.
Tesarik One: 20+ notice five shapes... trolls... probably each between 9-10
feet tall, huge, hunched over but crawling down the mountainside. Despite
being big they are pretty agile beasts.
Tesarik One: Their hides almost blend in with the mountain, mottled green
and gray, but you see them. Their hair looks to be a very dirty gray, some
green in it.
psionic wanderer: Well, there were definitely things. He wasn't sure what
they were, just..shapes! Well, most of these people seemed to have their shit
together, he'd let them figure out what to do. Always defer to the experts,
and since he'd only
restless impulse: (( late state: using up mercy's treasure hunter for the
week ))
Tesarik One: No one got high enough to spot anything else!
psionic wanderer: been here a matter of months, they were all experts
compared to him.
Tesarik One: Noted.
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly was about to say something when she saw something
move in her perusal of the area and then she made a quick noise to try and
point out what she saw. "Trolls? WhatYouGuysThing?"
Tesarik One: Well you all have at least five trolls in your sights, whatcha
gonna do?
restless impulse: A grimace worked her face as keen eyes noted the shapes
and approximate details on each. She wasn't well versed in troll physiology
to make much sense of things though, she could just tell that they were
bigger and probably cranky,
SwordOfAtrophy: She hadn't seen a damn thing to be honest, eyesight was not
her strong suit. "Should we prepare for them? It's unlikely they'll just
leave us be if they notice us."
RageofNocturne: :: Trolls huh? Hmm...so they are the ones who split the
mountain like that? --he asked as he flew up from the ground some and
clenched his fists-D-
restless impulse: which meant soon as they realised they were being watched
things could get messy. [d]
Wolf of Sverrir: As the gnome pointed in the direction of the trolls? What
was the best course of action for the Zorcan,..he was heading in their way.
That axe spun again and smashed to the shield causing the head to be wreathed
in flames and
Wolf of Sverrir: crackling electricty.
GreyWalkr13: Trolls? -Rubbing at his eyes, too long spent doing fine work
with pen and paper.- Where?
Fun Size Fantasy: Think*
scales change: Art went through the trouble of actually pulling out his
spyglass to get a better look at the forms. Well wasn't that wonderful..
especially when he didn't know a damn thing about trolls beyond fire might be
bad for them. The put
Tesarik One: A javelin was now making its way zipping through the chill air
towards Ran's skull.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +13/+2 = 26 hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 3 89-sided dice: 13 75 47
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 20 poynts damage ~*~
scales change: spyglass away. "... I forgot what its like to be on the same
side as the Zorcan. " He'd mutter prior to reaching behind him for the
tortoise shell shield before a swipe of his thumb over a certain tattoo on
his form. " Less the fool
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Fun Size Fantasy: Everyone started moving so she would too!.
"SoThat'sHowTheySayHello...?" Pink eyes turned towards some of the others a
moment to see what everyone else was doing .. last time she had led she'd
tried to kill the whole party and
Tesarik One: +26/+3 = 54 dmg. You do not see any creature where this javelin
is coming from btw.
scales change: today thanks to him. " But not by much, he thought, about the
time he was being encased in shiny golden plate and chain. Wonderful stuff
this ensorcelled aurum. Still Art didn't go charging off into battle so much
as.. well he could
scales change: play the distracting tank. Seemed reasonable to pull out the
antics of a certain redhead known to him. -d
Tesarik One: Course, when the hidden Troll Hunter shot towards Ranulfr, it
let the other trolls know what was up, so they all began to head towards the
group.
Wolf of Sverrir: "Burn th-the bastards," he growled as he continued walking
forward then as he heard the whistleing he had just the brief moment and that
shield came up, the javelin striking the curved rim and skidding off the
shield (Fighters
Fun Size Fantasy: helped Viper release an evil genie. For just the
slightest of moments, she took in the form of the dark female and her lids
narrowed but she turned back to the task at hand.
Wolf of Sverrir: Defense-Evade). Looking over seeing the quivering javelin
dug into the ground he turned and began running with a roar at the
targets,..the fury began to build and he was releasing it now as he ran for
them.
Wolf of Sverrir: (The Fury Within / +10 Dice Side Strengthen / Duration:
Combat)
SwordOfAtrophy: Tagging along behind, she didn't make a comment one way or
the other, her job was to deal with wounds, people fought how they wanted.
Gun remained holstered for the time being, she eyed the trolls as they came
down.
Tesarik One: From another area that looked like stone (troll hunters were
GREAT at camouflage) came another javelin at high speed, as if released from
a crossbow. This one aimed for Art's head.
restless impulse: Whelp. Mercy would try and make herself as inconspicuous
as possible, so in the very least she wouldn't get immediately targetted by
the incoming charge. [d]
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +15 = 18 Miss
Tesarik One: It whizzed past his head and stuck into nearby rock.
Tesarik One: Ok Hit, DDC is 18.
scales change: [ tattoo'd enchant used on his armor - ddc down to 18 ddc
(for log) ]
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 3 89-sided dice: 86 2 48
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 22 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: Oh now he's told to burn them, since he hadn't brought his
incendiary ammunition! Well, maybe he could find something to take cover
behind from these javelins flying around the place. If not, well..shit.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 6-sided dice: 1 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
GreyWalkr13: -Staying towards the back of the group, He knew several there
were better prepared for a fight than he was. The pistol in his off hand,
lifted perpendicular to the ground to be ready in case a snap shot was
available-
Tesarik One: +29 = 53 dmg
scales change: [ Fizzwinken's Auric Armored Domination System +35 DEF ]
Tesarik One: 18 dmg
scales change: [ +5 Gilded Gauntlets of Armor +40* ]
Tesarik One: 13 dmg
Tesarik One: A javelin with a hell of a lot of force behind it thunked then
sunk into Art's shoulder.
Tesarik One: T1 0/?? [16] || [Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || T2 0/?? [16] ||
Art 13/61 [18] (0/30) || T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || T4 0/??
[16] || Elly 0/79 [23] || T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57 [23]
Tesarik One: || Spyder 0/19 [14] || (Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell 0/28
[16] || (Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26]
Tesarik One: T1-5 are the trolls running towards you, if you make an action
during your turn of running to meet them you can engage in melee this round.
The Hunters are camouflaged, but you can attempt to hit them with ranged only
attacks
Tesarik One: if you wish, though as they are unseen for the moment, I will
roll to see if you even are close enough to roll strike first. So be very
clear.
Tesarik One: Troll 1-
Tesarik One: He was running, his long arms dangling and dragging against the
rocky ground as he headed for the group. As he reached the group, arms came
up, and the near 10 foot, horribly stinky troll went in for a nice claw
strike to Mercy
Tesarik One: when he reached her.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +6/+3 = 21 Miss
Tesarik One: Leena-
restless impulse: That was a close one! Fortunately its stench hit her
before the troll itself did, the lithe drow stepping off to one side so that
it swung past her. [d]
Tesarik One: (btw if anyone can understand Giant, IM me)
SwordOfAtrophy: As the support, Leena did what she did best (debatably), and
that was sing. It was an elven song, about heroics and battles, but someone
had rewritten it in common so everyone could hear it. (Lasting Inspiration,
everyone gets +3 to
SwordOfAtrophy: damage. Also; Pander, the bonus is doubled for Elly)
Tesarik One: Noted.
Tesarik One: Troll 2-
SwordOfAtrophy: (errr, *Inspire Allies.. I don;t know skill names anymore
>.>)
Tesarik One: Yet another very large, disgusting troll was headed their way.
It boomed, "NO SING" in Giant when Leena began to sing, and lifted its
horrible clawed hands to it's ears for a moment, then went for a swipe at
Paragus.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +9 = 22 Miss
Tesarik One: T1 0/?? [16] || Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || T2 0/?? [16] || Art
13/61 [18] (0/30) || T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || T4 0/??
[16] || Elly 0/79 [23] || T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57 [23] ||
Tesarik One: Spyder 0/19 [14] || (Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell 0/28 [16]
|| (Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26]
Tesarik One: Art-
RageofNocturne: :: With the massive arm swiping up at him he would drift
backwards away from the thing as he watched it with narrowed eyes T2 becoming
his target-D-
scales change: A javelin to the shoulder.. well now.. that earned an unhappy
removal of the weapon and its drop to the ground. " Go fuck a bugbear. "
Plenty of additional curses followed .. all in the Giant's tongue! Certainly
agitated.. Art
scales change: sought to both incite the buggers.. and plant the tortoise
shell shield into the gut .. or a low-blow who cares.. they're trolls! It was
followed up with a slash from Crack.. sadly without Boom. [ assualting the
nearest, or moving
scales change: to engage either or.. and Skill: Incite to Anger - up to 8 (8
cha) ]
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Tesarik One: ~*~ scales change scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
scales change: [+8 qck, +3 Born by the Blade = 30 ]
scales change: [+3 Strike - Fightér's Weapon * = 33* ][
Tesarik One: So T1?
scales change: [ yeah sure. ]
Tesarik One: Hit
scales change: [ Crack (legacy and paragon - 2d10 / Fizzwinken's Giant
Tortoise Shell Shield 1d6 [shield weapon] ]
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 4 98-sided dice: 10 61 81 33
Tesarik One: ~*~ scales change scored 28 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 2 10-sided dice: 6 9
Tesarik One: ~*~ scales change scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ scales change scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
scales change: [ Greater Dual Wield - Crack 2d10 ]
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 2 10-sided dice: 4 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ scales change scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
scales change: [ [+24 str / Dual Wield Master, +3 Fighters Weapon/Master at
Arms, +3 Divine Judgement, +8 Sword and Board = 66 dmg ]
scales change: [ ack. forgot the wpn dmg ]
OnlineHost: Roguish Luck has entered the room.
scales change: [ 92 dmg (lightning - Crack enchanted ) ]
Roguish Luck: [Oh so misleading.]
psionic wanderer: (brb)
scales change: [ bitch I might be. ]
Roguish Luck: [ o.O ]
TrueRedBlood: [ -tosses him a kernel of popcorn- ]
scales change: [
]
Tesarik One: Troll might be big and ugly but he was a fighter, and when he
was attacked, he quickly used his big old body to defend from some of the dmg
as well as move outta the way of the guy with way too much fight power.
(Fighter's Def -
Tesarik One: Evade)
Tesarik One: State to add?
Tesarik One: T1 0/?? [16] || Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || T2 0/?? [16] || Art
13/61 [18] (0/30) || T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || T4 0/??
[16] || Elly 0/79 [23] || T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57 [23] ||
Tesarik One: Spyder 0/19 [14] || (Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell 0/28 [16]
|| (Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26]
scales change: [ fun times with Incite to Anger - big ol'golden target xD ]
TrueRedBlood: [ hm what me? Nah my char's fucked up personal wise... ahaha
she's no good in combat right now ]
Tesarik One: (No, Logen)
Tesarik One: Troll 3-
Roguish Luck: [ Logen Wolfsbane - Fighter/Swordmaster - 4d94 EP - Obsidian
Elder - 20 DDC - 74 HP - Tag Team Fighting/Wolfpack Tactics: Alpha ]
Roguish Luck: [ Misfortunate, Easily Charmed, Impious - Babbling Quirk ]
Tesarik One: Near 10 foot lug of a monstrosity came dragging his clawed
hands on the ground towards Elly, trying to swing claws at her to cut her in
bits with the claws.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +9 = 12 Miss
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly laughed as the shadows began to dance around her
fingers and started to dance around the Trolls feet like a demented pink
haired gingerbread man.
Roguish Luck: Logen did his absolutely best to keep his damn mouth shut. He
knew otherwise it'd just be a diarrhea of lexicon and questions and
annoyance. Of all things.. Of all his lineage, the moon made him...looney.
So, when he showed up to
Tesarik One: (Well, forgot Incite to Anger so he'd have gone for Art... miss
anyway)
Tesarik One: T1 0/?? [16] || Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || T2 0/?? [16] || Art
13/61 [18] (0/30) || T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || T4 0/??
[16] || Elly 0/79 [23] || T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57 [23] ||
Tesarik One: Spyder 0/19 [14] || (Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell 0/28 [16]
|| (Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26] || Logen 0/74 [20]
Roguish Luck: the Heart and Maria informed him thusly. He took a moment to
size her up. Was he necessary? He was a trump card for her... A guarantee
that her people would come back safe... and so with the anachronistic
times... yes, she made it
Tesarik One: Ranulfr-
Wolf of Sverrir: He was on a dead run to meet the trolls,,..and T4 had the
unlucky misforune of being in his way. First the shield smashed right into
the things throat with a vicious blow, before a twist and that axe swept up
then down for the top
Wolf of Sverrir: of its head.
Wolf of Sverrir: 16 Quickness + 3 Fighters Weapon (Greater Dual-Wield,
Spirit Strike, Impact), +3 Born by the blade
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Wolf of Sverrir scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Wolf of Sverrir: (2+16+3+3= 24)
Tesarik One: Hit
Roguish Luck: apparent that he was necessary.. Because she wasn't sure. So
the march came, the chime of spurs rang out as Logen traversed through the
portal and landed on his feet. Beyond that, well, he was following the sounds
of battle. "Trolls
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir rolled 3 100-sided dice: 40 73 32
Tesarik One: ~*~ Wolf of Sverrir scored 22 poynts damage ~*~
Wolf of Sverrir: F.P.D-B.B (6d15) & F.B-G.S.U (2d10) (Shocking/Flaming,
Spirit Strike, Sudden Charge, 1d5 Humans, Crits 18/20, Called, Defiant) &
(Brilliant, Returning, Magebane, Reflective)
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir rolled 6 15-sided dice: 1 1 13 3 13 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ Wolf of Sverrir scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir rolled 2 10-sided dice: 7 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Wolf of Sverrir scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Roguish Luck: were up against trolls, they like shinies, hate fire, love to
eat raw flesh, mainly halflings and elves, dwarves are tough meat, humans are
sour, the small folk are like veal but elves are a prime cut for them.
Interestingly enough
Roguish Luck: I'm not sure which would taste worse, or best for that matter.
Add the right seasonings and everything should taste fine. Brine works
wonders in destroying the natural flavor of most game meats. In a sense, with
the proper cut,
Wolf of Sverrir: (22 +1+1+13+3+13+6+7+2 Dex Fighter Qck +16, D-W Expert
+16, Fighters Weapon + 3,Sword and Board +10, Finger Sleeves +5, +4 Bard
Boost (54) = 122)
Roguish Luck: proper set up, proper measurements, you really could make
anything taste just fine. Especially jerky. It almost always tastes the same
depending on how much salt and sugar one uses. Spices and peppers really just
start blending all
Tesarik One: (how is your one weapon 6d15 it says on your doss that it's
3d15 one handed?)
Wolf of Sverrir: (Greater Dual Wield
Roguish Luck: about but really it's that main ingredient that makes the most
of all the flavor that gets impregnated into the meat. Beyond that, I mean
really we're all just meat bags with different flavors based on what gets
added." Babble over.
Roguish Luck: [d]
Roguish Luck: [That's not how that works.]
SwordOfAtrophy: (thats actually how that works, a second attack with the
main weapon)
psionic wanderer: It was really cool that the skilled people were fighting
the slow guys instead of going after the invisible javelin tossers. Buncha
damn show-offs. At least someone showed up to start rambling like a maniac.
He jumped a bit at that
Roguish Luck: [With the stipulation that nothing allows you over 6d of
weapon damage.]
OnlineHost: Chalybs virgo has entered the room.
Wolf of Sverrir: (no 6d per wepon)
Wolf of Sverrir: (The first weapon)
Tesarik One: (no it's 6d total)
Tesarik One: (the most you can roll for one attack is 6d)
Roguish Luck: [Or else Logen would be swinging 10d12.]
psionic wanderer: and glanced over, then looked back to the 'fight' and
lowered his rifle, because history had proven he wouldn't really be much use
in a fight anyway.
Tesarik One: (If anyone has GDW, check the web site for current write up.
Since it's beingt evaded, and we want to keep moving, we are going to keep
moving.)
Tesarik One: (It can be explained later if needed)
Tesarik One: T1 0/?? [16] || Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || T2 0/?? [16] || Art
13/61 [18] (0/30) || T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || T4 0/??
[16] || Elly 0/79 [23] || T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57 [23] ||
Tesarik One: Spyder 0/19 [14] || (Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell 0/28 [16]
|| (Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26] || Logen 0/74 [20]
Tesarik One: Troll 4-
Tesarik One: Troll 4 was near the crack, and yelled in Giant into the crack,
"Jabin, keep juicy bit behind rock. Eat later!" and then headed for
Tesarik One: Art, because he looked tasty or something. He attempted to claw
the hell out of him and beat him over the head with his arms.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +9 = 20 Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 65-sided dice: 40 10
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 6 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 7-sided dice: 1 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
SwordOfAtrophy: "We'reallmeatandskeletons,
doesn'tthatscareanyoneelsethatwe'realljustskeletonswaitingtobeletout?
Keepsmeupatnightitdoes,
IswearsometimesIjustwonderwhatitwouldbeliketobejustaskeletonand..." Logen was
not the only one who rambled. But
SwordOfAtrophy: she realized she was rambling and went back into song.
Tesarik One: +13 = 25 dmg
scales change: [+40 def ]
Tesarik One: 0 dmg
Tesarik One: Elly-
Fun Size Fantasy: Everything was paying attention to Art which wasn't fun at
all people! For a moment something had to be done and since Logen had
decided to give his overshare she was fairly certain everyone was weirded out
by, the little gnome
psionic wanderer: And now someone else was rambling! He eyed that one
warily, then backed away from the lot of them. Couldn't trust people who just
started rambling like crazy.
Roguish Luck: Especially when they're deciding the best way to possibly eat
you.
Fun Size Fantasy: thought about what he said about little people which
reminded her of buttered rolls which made her hungry.. which changed her mind
about quite a few things until finally she snapped back into the here and
now. Shadow covered
psionic wanderer: He might just have to spend the rest of his time here
holed up in his ship making repairs and just send AMEE out for the supplies.
OnlineHost: Aislan Liam has entered the room.
Aislan Liam: (lurk)
TrueRedBlood: [ >> -nips- ]
Fun Size Fantasy: fingers continued to dance as she tried to pinpoint where
everything was working. Then she let out a slow breath and a spout of
Gnomen beneath it as pillars of pure darkness came down from the sky to
surround each and every one of
Fun Size Fantasy: the trolls including the two hunters that were hiding out
of sight. Pink haired gnome raised those digits and each of the large
beasts would find themselves wrapped into a darkness so deep that not even
those who could see in the
Roguish Luck: While Elly was going all Caster Blaster, Logen took the time
to tie her hair into knots knowing she wasn't going to lose focus as to what
she was doing. She'd just deal with him later most likely. But at least the
knots were
Roguish Luck: decorative, much akin to the ones he put in his own hair when
went to war, more so his beard whenever it was long enough. There...a
finishing touch and Elly had beard braids in her hair.[d]
Fun Size Fantasy: dark would see out or in and their new friends definitely
wouldn't be able to move from their spots. [ Spell: Shadow's Embrace | Aoe
Hold -- 2 rounds DDC 35 WLP / 5 NPCs All but T1 ] The little red
eastern star continued to
Fun Size Fantasy: wrap about her head as she looked at the last one. Her
words coming out in Giant. "We Will Destroy You... Decide your own fate."
psionic wanderer: Wait, what? A juicy bit? He glanced towards the troll
that'd said that, then in the direction he was going, and then his voice came
out the nice little built-in speakers with minimal distortion, helpfully
translated into Giant.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 5 20-sided dice: 5 13 7 4 15
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: "What the fuck is juicy bit and why are you all even here
tossing javelins at us?"
Tesarik One: All fail.
Fun Size Fantasy: And now she had pretty braids!
Tesarik One: So 2,3,,4, 5 and Hunter 1 were held for 2 rounds.
Fun Size Fantasy: [ Those within Shadows Embrace cannot be seen, move or be
targeted.. so all but T1 and Hunter 1 ]
Fun Size Fantasy: [ hutner 2* ]
Tesarik One: T1 0/?? [16] || Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || **T2 0/?? [16] ||
Art 13/61 [18] (0/30) || **T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || **T4
0/?? [16] || Elly 0/79 [23] || **T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57
Tesarik One: [23] || Spyder 0/19 [14] || (**Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell
0/28 [16] || (Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26] || Logen 0/74 [20]
Tesarik One: So you can only target T1 and Hunter 2 for 2 rounds!
Tesarik One: Paragus-
psionic wanderer: Well that didn't help his attempt at communication.
Tesarik One: "We know juicy inside. We know. Cannot reach, now can reach!
Crack open now sweet meat so much sweet meat!" T1 yelled because, well, he
was stupid.
Wolf of Sverrir: "Because we look mm, mm, good to th-them?" He shook is head
grunting and would frown as he begain looking for a target. *D
SwordOfAtrophy:
"Ithinkhemeanstherearepeopleinthecrevasseorsomekindofanimal.." What else
could be mean.
Roguish Luck: "Correct... Like I said, you're all food."
Wolf of Sverrir: "Not if I take a bite out of th-them first," a slightly
feral grin was given rolling the burning axe.
Roguish Luck: "Open crack... sweet meat..."
Fun Size Fantasy: "That'sMyCrack! GoAwayBeforeIEatYou!" She wouldn't but
troll blood was totally a thing they might need Wednesday.
Tesarik One: "You stupid! Lots of people in mountain. Know for ages, never
could get though. Now get. We have one already!" shouted Stoopid.
RageofNocturne: :: Well with the one he wanted locked in a column of
darkness that certainly pissed off the monkey man. And so he turned his
sights over onto T1 and would clench his fists and fly straight at the thing
as he bashed his fists for the
RageofNocturne: things face-D-
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Tesarik One: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: "....."
Roguish Luck: "....Sweet open crack meat?"
RageofNocturne: Impact on one of his techs so he crits on a 19 too)
psionic wanderer: There was actually a noise as if he'd opened up the comm
to say something, but then it just went dead again and muttering could be
heard from inside his helmet by anyone close enough.
Tesarik One: "Jabin!" he shouted, as he was hit.
Tesarik One: Crit then!
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 3 80-sided dice: 79 5 35
Tesarik One: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 18 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 2 8-sided dice: 7 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Jabin, a big stupid looking (even stupider looking) troll came
crawling out of the crack, with something very dirty and bloody over a
shoulder. A female. "Wut?"
RageofNocturne: + (Tattoos- 10 Monk-5 Brawler- 5 Calm-4 Master-24 Crest- 2
W.Gloves- 3) = 53 + 15 tech damage + 36 ranked damage= 104))
Roguish Luck: "Elly... Maria needs to learn that if you're here... I'm not
really needed." Gestures towards the darkness that took the creatures by
surprise. "Not to mention Artichoke, Ranimal...Hell... I could be drinking
right now..."
Tesarik One: A very dead troll was falling with a splash into the lake,
pummeled to fucking death.
Tesarik One: Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || **T2 0/?? [16] || Art 13/61 [18]
(0/30) || **T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || **T4 0/?? [16] ||
Elly 0/79 [23] || *T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57 [23] || Spyder
Tesarik One: 0/19 [14] || (**Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell 0/28 [16] ||
(Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26] || Logen 0/74 [20] || Jabin 0/?? [10]
|| Maeveen 23/26 [13]
Tesarik One: Spyder-
psionic wanderer: "Well that helps open up the dialog." And yet again, some
god damn show off beat someone weaker than him to death. All the posturing on
this planet was ridiculous.
Fun Size Fantasy: "SheDidn'tKnowIWasHere...NeverToldHer.." A shrug of her
shoulders was given and then she pointed at the woman in a troll's arms.
"Fetch? ICan'tReachThatHigh.."
Roguish Luck: "I could throw you...." He tried to make the idea sound
tempting...
Tesarik One: "More for me," said Jabin, then eyed the group of armed people
with wide eyes.
GreyWalkr13: -Spyder didn't trust hiis returning skills enough yet to try a
shot at one of the fights going on. Likely end up putting a bullet into one
of his own's backsides. Having been trying to keep an eye on the fringes for
the javelin
scales change: " .... Right then.. anyone up for dousing the lot of them
with oil? Aye? " -d
Wolf of Sverrir: (Brb)
Tesarik One: The woman across the troll's shoulder moved her bare feet a
little, she wasn't -quite- dead. She had all sorts of cuts and scrapes on her
though, and blood matted her long hair.
Wolf of Sverrir: "You have oil, I have fire."
GreyWalkr13: throwers, and hazarded a shot at what he thought was one
(Hunter 2). The pistol bellowing in his hand-
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 2-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: You may roll Strike, Spyder.
OnlineHost: GreyWalkr13 rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
Tesarik One: ~*~ GreyWalkr13 scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly talked slow on purpose to the thing that was Stupid
2. "Give Her Up Or Die.. I Have REALLY big friends." Then she just pointed
up at Logen
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly being intimidating was soooo cute. Actually it was
more of a fact than intimidating.
Tesarik One: Jabin threw her onto the rocky ground, causing her to go still,
and ran into the crevice that had formed.
RageofNocturne: :: With the one he pummeled to death falling into the lake
he landed on his feet and turned looking at the other columns then looked
towards Jabin just as the thing ran-D-
Tesarik One: Just need to see if Spyder hit the troll.
GreyWalkr13: (17 + 3 Corsairs prowess +4 Qck=24)
Tesarik One: Hit
Roguish Luck: Logen didn't even have to draw his sword...? He must be
getting scarier with the gray sneaking into his hair. But, as one retreated,
Logen started towards the woman to retrieve her from the rocks, at least..
that was the direction
OnlineHost: GreyWalkr13 rolled 2 36-sided dice: 3 30
Tesarik One: ~*~ GreyWalkr13 scored 4 poynts damage ~*~
Roguish Luck: he took...whether or not something stopped him... Well..[d]
OnlineHost: GreyWalkr13 rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ GreyWalkr13 scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
GreyWalkr13: 4 + 2 + 4 qck + 3= 13 dmg
Tesarik One: +17 DEF - 0 dmg
Tesarik One: Dashiell-
Wolf of Sverrir: And with logen going for the woman he was heading for the
cervice now, head tilted some as he shifted and rolled the axe again. *D
psionic wanderer: Well..he was going to try and trick the guy into letting
the lady down a bit more gently, but if they wanted to threaten him into
smashing her onto the ground, well..they were not much smarter than the
trolls, now were they? "Oh
Fun Size Fantasy: She overestimated their stupidness!
psionic wanderer: fuck it." He took off at a sprint towards the fallen lady,
and figured he'd already set it up before he had to alter his plan, so his
voice, distorted and booming from a volume increase in his output speakers,
came out in a roar.
psionic wanderer: Maybe he'd scare that last hunter off while he went to the
lady to try and get her the hell out of danger. Or maybe he'd take a javelin
to the head. It was hard to say.
psionic wanderer: (I don't even have anything to roll with that really, it's
not like Dash would have an intimidate worth a crap, but I'll roll anyway if
you want lol)
Tesarik One: She was slender, not weighing a whole hell of a lot. Her
clothing which looked very odd, almost like..some sort of primitive plant
material and ...rat fur maybe? Well it was near torn off, wounds from the
troll claws deep within her
Tesarik One: very pale flesh. Dash could easily grab her and take her to
safety. She is near dead.
psionic wanderer: "Alright, come on you." He picked her up carefully, and
since he wasn't dead yet, started moving her to safety, though he did keep
himself aware for any incoming death.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Bring her here please.."
Tesarik One: When anyone looked into the crevice that had formed in the
mountain, all they saw was darkness. Jabin was gone, crawled away. The
remaining hunter had crawled away as well. For now.
Tesarik One: All the others were still in their dark little holds by
Ellywick. (Open RP)
Wolf of Sverrir: Since there was another healer there he let her deal with
it as he stepped into the crevice looking around the axe working much like a
torch now. *D
psionic wanderer: "Yeah, I'm gonna do that, you weird rambler." He reached
into his pack and produced a full heal potion, or so he was told it was, then
propped the lady up and well..pretty much force-fed it to her, because how
else was he gonna do
psionic wanderer: it?
Fun Size Fantasy: She could let them out! Slowly maybe.. while Art was
still a Golden Armadillo Turtle
SwordOfAtrophy: She blinked. "....Said the guy in the weird helmet..."
psionic wanderer: May as well make sure her first sight upon waking up was a
breathing-masked space man! At least his eyes were visible, that'd humanize
him a little.
Tesarik One: The crevice had revealed a good bit of tunnels, probably where
the other trolls had gone, as well as one tunnel that looked more...
unnatural than the others. With old torch holders set into the edges.
restless impulse: She'd been all primed to hit at the remaining troll too,
but he'd slipped off during the confusion. She'd eye the magical darkness
warily, not able to see what was going on inside she'd be a bit on edge just
waiting for something to
restless impulse: lash out at them. Actually .. several steps were made to
insert the more armored folk between her and it. [d]
psionic wanderer: "I like to think it helps stop me from catching whatever
crazy is rampant around here."
psionic wanderer: Sure, scans and AMEE both said the air was perfectly safe,
but that's just how they tricked a traveler.
Wolf of Sverrir: "Th-There is tunnels,..and one looks to have torch
holders." He would step further in shining the axes fire on the wall of the
more unnatural one and frowned some. *D
Tesarik One: Forcefed the potion.... (Reflex against Magic)
psionic wanderer: Hey, he knew how that was.
Fun Size Fantasy: "NiceTryDash..ItSeepsIn.." The gnome just grinned at the
male before she moved to check on the lady she felt bad for having gotten
dropped. She would have used her hypo-pistol but maybe the space man didn't
know about those.
Tesarik One: DC15 must pass to use this.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Crazy rambling.. as opposed to perhaps potentionally
drowning someone with a healer right here.. yea, so not crazy."
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Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: The potion healed her, though her body had never been healed in
such a way before. She'd never been exposed to magic of any sort, ever. Her
wounds began to heal, but she began to convulse a little, foaming at the
mouth. Her eyes
psionic wanderer: "You act like I've never fed someone medicine while they
were unconscious before, with no way of knowing whether that's true or not."
And he'd be damned if any more was going to seep in now that his suit was
fixed! And of course he
Roguish Luck: Bickering. He witnessed it for a moment or two before he
joined Ranulfr at the crevice and gazed into the darkness below. He still had
three days of his gifts from Morgaine. His eyes penetrated the deep dark and
noted what he spoke
psionic wanderer: knew what a hypo-pistol was, he just didn't happen to have
one. And then..the lady convulsed and foamed. Well, it was still better than
being eaten.
SwordOfAtrophy: "You act like I'd harm her when I did was talk out of turn."
Tesarik One: opened, they were a bit odd... four different colors in
different sectors of her eyes - grey, brown, blue, green. She saw the man in
the space helmet and let out a gurgling scream and attempted to get away.
SwordOfAtrophy: *all I did
Roguish Luck: of. As he stood there, he breathed in the air that yawned from
the crevice, trying to establish the different Scents that drifted up into
the cold air. "A lost civilization...or rather, a hidden one."
GreyWalkr13: -Walking over to the pulverized troll, Spyder studied it for a
long moment, his innate curiosity and need to learn more about them drawing
him on. Poking at the still form with his cutlass, he looked it fully over-
Tesarik One: Well anyone going down that tunnel to see what they would come
to wound find a very solid door... metal of some sort... but the cracking of
the earth had taken it off its hinges. More passageway was behind it.
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly was giggling at the chaos, she had heard Ran and
looked in that direction before turning towards the gargling. Her fingers
moving to touch the heart pendant on her collar. "Don'tGetEaten.." Said to
the two big boys that had
Fun Size Fantasy: run off.
Wolf of Sverrir: "Lost civilization," he gave a single nod,"and a meal
waiting for th-those trolls." And he was just moving on into the darkness
following the unnatural tunnel for the moment to the door staring at it
touching his little heart emblem
psionic wanderer: "Well, that's normal." He let her get away, because he
wasn't gonna send her into more of a panic, and he didn't know what she
spoke.
Tesarik One: The stone was also different around that broken door. It was
studded throughout with all manner of different metals. If anyone has a
knowledge ... geology, history, mythology even I'll take.
Wolf of Sverrir: , "A door has been knocked loose here." *D
GreyWalkr13: -After his perusal, he saw the others heading in, he ran off
after to join them-
GreyWalkr13: (engineering and building)
Tesarik One: I'll take Nature?
Tesarik One: Region- Sarkotos?
Tesarik One: Lol.
RageofNocturne: :: Gus meanwhile stayed outside with the others his arms
crossed over his arms watching the columns of darkness still-D-
Fun Size Fantasy: Hi.. I'm a three foot tall pink haired human child. THis
is what she tried to convey to the woman who seemed to be trying to get away.
Elly waved her small child like hand at her. (I'm not over there or I would!
)
scales change: Seeing as things were relatively settled, least until
Ellywick's magic assumedly elapsed at some point, Art returned his armor to
its tattoo form and the shield to his back. " Might as well seal it. Anyone
stuck behind it all their
psionic wanderer: (What about interplanetary space travel security
protocol?)
Tesarik One: ...
psionic wanderer: (Or engineering. Not that Dash is there haha)
Roguish Luck: [Inter-galactic-planetary.]
Roguish Luck: [::Beasties out::]
scales change: lives is going to fear those on the otherside. " Especially
after the trolls. -d
Fun Size Fantasy: [ planetary, intergalactic]
psionic wanderer: (I never said galactic, his ship isn't THAT awesome)
Tesarik One: She crawled behind a rock, shuddering from both the cold and
stark fucking fear. She looked at them all, she looked up at the moons so
bright in the sky, then to the mountain, then to the lake, then to Dashiell
in his space suit,
SwordOfAtrophy: Leena just started to sing again, not so much loud, but
comforting. Maybe a soothing song would help ease her nerves.
Tesarik One: then to everyone again. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She
wasn't sure what all they were saying, though she did know common... hadn't
spoken it much, but she could understand it. No, not even Leena's song could
ease her nerves. She
psionic wanderer: He sighed, then tapped the side of his helmet to retract
the face shield and breathing mask, then offered a smile to the poor lady.
"See? Not that bad, right? I'm just a person, same as you."
Tesarik One: soon darted back into the crevice and ran towards the door,
where the big fellows were standing. She came to a halt, shaking like a leaf,
and pointed, "Lacuna."
Fun Size Fantasy: This must be what she looks like when she wakes up
somewhere randomly in Navahla after a night of Bitchinbrew.. but she decided
it would be best to at least follow the woman as she ran off. Oh.. that was
a cool door!
Wolf of Sverrir: As the sound of footsteps was heard he twisted around then
spotting the girl he tilted his head before looking back to the door, thumb
jabbed at it. "Lacuna? What is a Lacuna?" *D
GreyWalkr13: (matata)
scales change: [ anyone else thinking lacuna coil? anyone? ]
psionic wanderer: "Fair enough." He tapped his helmet again and it all went
back into place.
Wolf of Sverrir: (Yup_
restless impulse: Slow blink was made as she observed all the goings on,
she'd deliberately stay in the background given that her appearance might be
even stranger to the girl and she didn't need someone screaming at her, plus
first aid wasn't her
Chalybs virgo: ~~~ Damn it Elly ~~~
GreyWalkr13: -The little female darted past him then down the passage to the
door. Following, he studied the construction and layout- Huh...
Tesarik One: The whole ... retracting face shield was terrifying too!
Fun Size Fantasy: It was fast moving.. and new!
Fun Size Fantasy: [ Knowledge: Geology.. ]
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Tesarik One: ~*~ Fun Size Fantasy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Roguish Luck: One hand after the other gripped the sides of the door and
lifted it up and out of the way of the tunnel beyond. The metal was...unique
and heavy as Hell but the Northman still managed to open the passage way.
With it done, he
restless impulse: thing and so would be more of a hindrance than a help.
She'd not go down into the crevice unless someone came back out with info
that it was relatively safe to go down there. [d]
Fun Size Fantasy: [ + 10 knowledge + 16 int + 2 butterfly bands = 31 ]
She's a rock gnome.. she knew rocks!
GreyWalkr13: (knowledge: Architecture&Engineering)
Wolf of Sverrir: (Always thought she was a Punk-Rock Gnome with that pink
hair!)
Tesarik One: She had never seen anyone that strong, and her weird eyes got
big, but she began to move past them, careful not to touch them. She was
about as terrified as one could be without actually pissing on herself. She
ran down the tunnel,
Wolf of Sverrir: (:: Cough::Had to)
Tesarik One: disappearing around a bend.
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Tesarik One: ~*~ GreyWalkr13 scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
RageofNocturne: brb)
Tesarik One: Achievement Unlocked: Discovery of Lacuna Bastille.
Wolf of Sverrir: He nodded to Logen then turned and was moving to follow the
girl now, the axe still gripped in hand just incase any trolls.
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Roguish Luck: stepped back out of the young woman's way, squatted down and
looked up at her with brows raised and curious interest. [d]
GreyWalkr13: (6 + 10 knowledge, +2 voracious reader= 18)
Tesarik One: Spyder, all you know is that someone crafted this tunnel and
door to be extremely protective.
GreyWalkr13: (lmao)
restless impulse: Eyes drifting over to the crevice, half the group had gone
in but none had yet to return. "What is occuring?" Insignia was touched,
activating the telepathic sending of the device so that her query would reach
those who held one,
SwordOfAtrophy: Moving along now that the injured had bolted for what was
apparently to her safer ground, she finally got a look at what was going on.
(Nature)
restless impulse: in order to ascertain whether those remaining above ground
should descend. [d]
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Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 1 poynts damage ~*~She paused, and
stared down at Logen since he crouched. That was
SwordOfAtrophy: (12 int, 10 know = 39)
psionic wanderer: And he approached the others after a bit, having his own
conversation, apparently. "I'm not in the kidnapping business." And, after a
beat. "Not in the kidnapping people business, anyway." He looked into the
crevice as well, but
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly climbed onto Logen's shoulders since he had come down
to her size and she started to get an ever better look at what she was
seeing. "Interesting.. " She was going to get eaten and her last thoughts
were going to be about
psionic wanderer: wasn't sure going in would be the best idea.
Fun Size Fantasy: rocks.
Tesarik One: familiar to her. She rocked on her heels a little, she was
still very dirty, very bloody though healed, and near naked unfortunately for
her. If they were following her, she'd gone then around the curve and there
was an opening
GreyWalkr13: -Spyder could still barely make heads or tales of the land he
had found himself in Muttering to himself as he looked over the wall before
him.- Hmm this looks like a defensive point, choke point if you will.
Tesarik One: ahead of her. A very large cavern.... and within it, a
primitive underground city.
Wolf of Sverrir: He had indeed followed her and before she could run off
more he would remove that displacer beast fur skinned cloak and had it draped
around her shoulders. See he could be,..sort of a gentleman. *D
restless impulse: "Is there something going on down there?" Said over the
insignia, on the heels of her previous question.
Roguish Luck: Eyes raised up towards Elly with a smirk as she looked at
rocks. "I don't know why... But I think I know these people...."
Wolf of Sverrir: A tap to his insignia, "following th-the runner." And he
was still on her heels cause he was fairly quick.
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Roguish Luck: Logen replied to Miss Mercy through the insignia. "Indeed...
Ranimal took off after the primitive... I'll be following soon."
Tesarik One: A massive fur cloak put on her, and she rubbed it and rubbed
it. She'd never seen that much fur of one animal in one place. "Not rat?" she
said in common.
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Fun Size Fantasy: "IthinkIKnowTheseRocks..
It'sLike..SomeoneTookEveryTypeOfRockI'veEverSeenAndMadeItIntoSomething..ButItHasn'tBeenMadeInAges..Like..Segaepin's
LibraryNotedItKindOfThingButNever
psionic wanderer: Chasing a scared person into their home was also...well it
was something. At least he hadn't heard screams and murdering noises coming
from in there. He had himself a seat on the ground outside and found his
coffee, then retracted
psionic wanderer: his mask once again to just..sit and drink. He wasn't
going down there, he'd be no help.
scales change: Lacking one of those fancy insignias , Art glanced Mercy's
way with the apparentl, or implied, use of the thing. " Something going on? "
Honestly you'd think members of the Heart would be more aware of who was
randomly joining them
Fun Size Fantasy: SeenItInUseBefore.. It'sForProtectingPeople.."
scales change: through portals and the like.. -d
Tesarik One: Well, anyone that follows Maeveen into the big cavern is met
with a large group of terrified looking primitives who have never seen
another person outside of Lacuna their entire life. One one of the stone
walls, a massive primitive
Tesarik One: face was carved. They didn't really seem to have any weapons of
note, at least not any that would do shit to any of you. Some of them had
stepped forward with some stalky looking spears, and some rock knives in
hand.
restless impulse: "Thank you." Removing her hand, she'd consider what to do
with the information, before jumping slightly, somehow having forgotten the
gleaming gold man. "The others are chasing the girl. Presumably down a
passage." [d]
Tesarik One: "MAEVEEN. GET AWAY!" yelled one of the elderly males who had a
cloak made of about a hundred different rat and lizard skins.
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly doesn't realize Art doesn't have one! He's always
around! Not like she picks pockets or anything. She gave Logen a pat on the
head and moved to climb down. "This..WeShouldGo.."
Wolf of Sverrir: He had the axe already put away not hearing screaming, at
the question he looked down to the girl, "no not rat, displacer beast." He
looked up and tilted his head some before looking around then to the man
coming forward. A touch
psionic wanderer: "Of course, if it's easier to just fix the ship, I say we
focus on that." They didn't need no fancy maps, really. It'd just be helpful
at times. He took another good drink from his thermos. (brb)
Tesarik One: (Would anyone like to use Diplomacy to find out some
information??)
Wolf of Sverrir: given to his insignia, "I found their home, " Well since
its more mental,..no stutter so it didnt come out stuttered. *D
Tesarik One: Mae looked at the group, and then her people, and then the
group again. She slowly headed towards the Elder, and knelt down beside him.
scales change: " Honestly you'd think they were children.. just running into
the unknown without a thought. " Ah, well too late to change that.. well he
set to following after them now though not before looking to Mercy. " You
coming? " -d
Tesarik One: Still rubbing that fur like crazy. It was so soft! And warm!
Roguish Luck: Logen had moved to follow Ranulfr once Elly was on her own
feet. The chimes of his spurs echoed throughout the walls of the caverns. Up
behind Ranulfr he stepped and then to the side to reveal himself. Though he
carried an ominous
restless impulse: "Interesting ... thank you." She'd respond to him, the
insignia was a useful tool. She'd relay this information to the golden man,
and her curiosity would eventually get the better of her, the woman taking
steps towards the crevice
GreyWalkr13: -Looking away from the strange metal door, spyder discovered
the other's moving off. Dammit, not again. Hustling after them, he grumbled
to himself.-
restless impulse: and descending. If there were shadows to blend into ..
she'd blend in out of habit, especially if the new people had something
against those of her skin type. Ears and hair were covered by her hood at
least. [d]
Tesarik One: Mae spoke softly to the Elder, in a pidgin of elvish and
common, so if anyone could hear well they might understand a little bit of it
at least. She was telling how they saved her from monsters. And showing the
blood on her.
Roguish Luck: nature, Logen had a penchant for making himself...less
scary...maybe. He would step forward slow and methodical, heading directly
towards the man with the biggest ratzard cloak. He removed the gloves upon
his hands and tucked them
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly turned to tap her fingers to the emblem since she
realized that not everyone was right there.
"YouRealizeWeDon'tKNowIfTheProtectiveWallsAreFortheInsideOrTheOutside..Right?"
Suddenly a paranoid gnome was paranoid..
Wolf of Sverrir: "It is fine Elly" He even smiled, a broad smile and reached
down ruffleing her hair then looked over tiltinghis head some before shifting
his pack around and was searching in it. *D
Roguish Luck: away into his belt and moved down into a squat and kneel once
more. "You understand this language.. We'll speak softly with low tones."[d]
RageofNocturne: sorry puppy troubles)
Tesarik One: The elderly man blinked slowly and stared at Logen. All his
people looked terrified, but he looked... somewhat interested, though fear
was still behind his eyes. His people were not warriors of any sort, they
could tell that. Fungi
Fun Size Fantasy: The ruffling of her messed up hair got Ran a swat to the
ass before she moved closer to the group of people. Not paying attention to
anything beyond what they looked like.. If they were a hidden civilization..
this was not the
Tesarik One: farmers, rat catchers...fishermen...
Tesarik One: Also, no magic is going to work in this cavern. No items,
nothing. Nothing magical of any sort.
Tesarik One: "Where do you come from?" asked the Elder.
Fun Size Fantasy: group that probably should have met them so soon after the
crack. She hadn't even realized that her pink hair had turned chestnut and
that her eyes were back to their normal green. With it braided and about she
looked like a child
Wolf of Sverrir: He moved on forward as well and looked around some then
back over to where Logen and the Elder stood, frowning at the well fairly
empty pack he grunted to himself then moved over and would stand not far off
looking to the weapons.
SwordOfAtrophy: She brought up the rear as usual, feeling the cave itself
dampen her arts. Well, this was a thing. Not that she couldn't heal without
them, they just helped. It was as she'd thought before, people living in a
place, behind a wall of
SwordOfAtrophy: earth, a wall that was now broken.
Roguish Luck: "Beyond the door.... and further still." Logen was an
offworlder. Speaking of where he comes from would prove more trouble than
what it was worth. "How long have you remained sealed away in this
mountain?"[d]
Wolf of Sverrir: Head tilted a bit more he looked down to the Woading
tattoo a moment seeing the gleam not there and that brought about a slight
frown before he was looking up. *D
Tesarik One: It's been about 3 hours, anyone what wishes to leave will get
full credit.
Fun Size Fantasy: as she moved slowly in her overcoat, tugging it around her
tightly as a connection was removed from inside her very blood.
Tesarik One: that*
Tesarik One: "Everything outside of this place... is dead. Arith is dead. We
alone live.. we were told." He whispered, and then stared over at the Wise
Woman near him, who just stared at him, at a loss for words for once.
Tesarik One: "How long?" He closed one eye thinking. It wasn't as if they
had the sun or moon to tell time. "It has been nearly 10 generations since
our ancestors came into Lacuna."
Fun Size Fantasy: The small person moved over to Logen and leaned much like
a child would as she looked to the man speaking. Her voice was small so she
could whisper to the Alpha and then she tried to not snort at the idea of the
rest of the world
Fun Size Fantasy: dead.
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Wolf of Sverrir: "Th-that is quite untrue, many live on Airth still," he
would look over to the group of people tilting his head some. *D
Tesarik One: "It is not safe on the surface," said the Wise Woman, furrowing
her brow and staring harder at them. She was going to call them a liar....but
they were not from Lacuna, so where did they come from?
SwordOfAtrophy: "They must have hid from some big cataclysm.. like what the
people under the scarred sun must have thought those first days.."
Roguish Luck: "You are mistaken... Arith breathes, weeps and shakes... But
Arith lives." These people didn't know about the Scarring, but something must
have driven them below the surface. "You are correct.." He spoke pointedly
towards the Wise
scales change: Once near enough to the others Art took note of Crack's
sudden lack of lightning sparks.. curious.. and enough to earn the falchion a
return to its sheathe. He kept out of the conversation with the primitives
turning his attention
Tesarik One: A Storyteller stepped forward as the Elder motioned for him. He
spoke in perfect common, better than any of the others, "It was closer to 16
generations, Elder Toren. When Arith was being swallowed by vast waters, a
brave lot of
Roguish Luck: Woman. "It is not safe on the surface... If you remain
ignorant, you will perish.. If you wish to learn the real world...Well,
you'll have a fighting chance."[d]
restless impulse: Mercy was also an offworlder, so any distant (or not so
distant) past that occured before she wound up in this place would be
gobbledegook to her. Nevertheless she'd eavesdop from her maybe hiding place,
pointed ear twitching behind
restless impulse: the fabric. [d]
restless impulse: drop*
Tesarik One: 400 Sarkotans ran for Lacuna, the safest place in all of
Sarkotos, to wait out the flood. But, the flood also moved mountains, and
they had only planned to stay a week, or two." Whatever a week was... He was
just reciting the lore.
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly nodded her head towards the woman. That first
statement couldn't have rung truer from anyone. A strand of hair was pushed
back behind one of her pointed tips and she moved to get closer the others.
A lot of times people never
GreyWalkr13: -Spyder slouched at the back of the group. These people had it
bad enough already, almost food for trolls and finding out their entire
existence was a lie. No need to traumatize them more by looking like he was
going to eat them
Tesarik One: "They could not leave. They had nothing to dig free of the
shieldstone. It protected from even that. Only one way in, one way out. So,
we adapted. Randolph.." The elder held a hand up. The Storyteller would speak
all damn night if
Roguish Luck: "...Were all the moons shining brightly when this flood
came..?" To the point on the matter.
Tesarik One: given the chance.
GreyWalkr13: whole. Merely waiting and watching, he mostly resoved himself
to keeping an eye on the exit to insure it remained unblocked, and also in
case their earlier foes decided to visit.-
Fun Size Fantasy: noticed the little ones but she moved to sit down close to
Maeveen so she could whisper. "You were brave to leave."
scales change: towards the people themselves and the surrondings. The
history lesson earned a curious look out of him. " Wonder if Dunsany or the
Necronian Empire stood back then. " This whispered to himself.. curious
stuff. -d
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Tesarik One: Maeveen glanced to the gnome, she'd never seen one of course,
she looked like a child. She whispered back, "I was cur... curious, is that
the word?"
Fun Size Fantasy: "Curious.. yes that's it. You wanted to know what was
there..I'm curious too."
SwordOfAtrophy: Leena used her Animism, to speak with the stone itself, if
it was able to. Just asking it what it had seen, what these people had done
to survive.
Tesarik One: The Storyteller frowned, "I will have to search our Lore."
Tesarik One: Leena got nothing in return.
SwordOfAtrophy: Story of her life.
Wolf of Sverrir: He turned for a moment and walked back the way they had
come,..right on past the door. The feeling of the surge come through the
woading,..as well as his gear felt. He would search the satchel and was
pulling out a warmer cloak
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Wolf of Sverrir: before heading back in moving over to the girl and knelt
down. "I will trade you, th-this one is softer and warmer." Hey the cloak she
had still held one of his weapons.
Tesarik One: Mae nodded. "I did not see much before I was attacked by
monsters. But so much light, the ceiling was so high!!!"
Roguish Luck: "Sarkotos thrives.." If they were curious. "Navahla is the
capital now, stationed on the north edge of Pincer Lake.." Not likely that it
was going to be the same name they knew... Hell... That might have been
mountain ranges.
Fun Size Fantasy: [ brb baby is crying ]
GreyWalkr13: -Pacing slightly, Spyder was nervous and it transmitted. He
hated caves, really hated caves.-
Tesarik One: She gave his cloak back and took the one offered.
Roguish Luck: "But if you wish to remain here, so be it... The world outside
isn't any safer, but I'll take it over rat hunting and mushroom farming..."
Tesarik One: "This is most interesting. We will have to meet and discuss
what is to be done." Said the Elder. "For now, leave or stay, but Lacuna
must talk, and we must meditate upon the Stone Face."
Wolf of Sverrir: The one given over made of wolf fur, much better than the
slightly coarse displacer beast fur. He would give a smile, draping it over
her shoulders. *D
Fun Size Fantasy: (back)
Roguish Luck: [Welcome back.]
TrueRedBlood: [ -snickers and wonders if the man just proposed to a wild
woman with a fur coat- ]
Tesarik One: She smiled somewhat at Ran and pulled it around her. The Elder
reached over and snatched it off, and handed it back to Ranulfr. "Unless you
are going to marry her, she cannot have such a prize. It is not fair to all
in Lacuna."
Tesarik One: (ha!)
Wolf of Sverrir: He just arched an eyebrow staring and gave a slight grunt
at the elder, thought about smacking him upside the head. "Already married."
*D
TrueRedBlood: [ so glad I wasn't the only one to think that ]
Tesarik One: She frowned as he was snatched off, then got big eyes as the
Elder spoke. She shook her head, and a man further in the group cleared his
throat.
Fun Size Fantasy: ( ty ) "The sky goes on for ages..." She watched as Ran
tried to get back his cloak and then snickered at the Elder. "Logen.. That
crack was only a little while ago.. We could offer a guard if they wish to
take their time.. yes?
Fun Size Fantasy: I'd stay.. Sure Others would too."
Roguish Luck: "I'll stay.. These rocks aren't good for you..."
Tesarik One: "I will show you around!" Maeveen said with a smile.
Wolf of Sverrir: "I can stay, if anything comes th-through th-that door it
will have to go past me." Even without the enchantments on his weapons he
could still slice and dice.
Tesarik One: "What is a sky?" she leaned and asked Elly.
psionic wanderer: Man if he were down there he could've snarked. Oh well.
He'd saved the lady's life, that was his good deed done. He stood up,
finished his coffee, then made his way back to the lake whilst they were all
distracted anyway.
Tesarik One: The Elder spoke, "Maeveen, go to your clan until decisions are
made." She pouted.
Tesarik One: "Maeveen, do not disobey me - again - in front of Lacuna."
Fun Size Fantasy: "On the outside I could still guard.." She said it as if
she wanted to add a duh at the end and then she looked at Mae to answer. "A
sky is air around us and up even further.. beyond the clouds all the way up
to Brighte Eye, Lunne
GreyWalkr13: If I don't go home my wives might come here after me. Their
scarier than the trolls when angry. The trolls only wanted to eat us....those
two. -Shaking his head he gave a wea chuckle. He was also severely
uncomfortable with having a
Tesarik One: She glanced longingly at Elly, wanting to learn, but she rose
and followed a group of primitives away. Other groups stood and walked in
other directions.
Roguish Luck: "Your commanding her around is wearing out my patience, old
man..." Logen warned once.
GreyWalkr13: weak*
scales change: " I'm sure you lot can handle things here. I'll be getting
back to my crew.. " Before someone decided to talk locales into forming a
cult or setting up a pit fightclub. " Anyone else not staying to play Wall? "
-d
psionic wanderer: Or maybe he should stay because they clearly don't have
much experience dealing with other cultures in a non-intrusive way.
Tesarik One: "She is my only daughter, and I am an Elder. She obeys, and
quickly, for two reasons." He stared at Logen.
Fun Size Fantasy: and the others. " Then she moved when Mae moved and slid
over to Logen to stand next to him. "it's their way Logen.. " a slight
warning to his voice. "Would you tell a Zorcan he coldn't talk to his own
people the way he
Fun Size Fantasy: wanted."
Roguish Luck: Elly knew the answer to that.... This -was- Logen.
Fun Size Fantasy: She was trying to make a point.. doesn't mean it had to
make sense. This. -was- Elly.
GreyWalkr13: -Spyder turned back to the entrance with a shake of his head.
He'd have to add a dragon or a fairy princess when he told this to his
children that night.-
Wolf of Sverrir: He justshook his head and frowned but was already pacing
some. A hand rose to rub along the bearded jaawline looking around. *D
psionic wanderer: They already had cave people and an alien, and trolls. Was
a dragon or fairy princess necessary?
Tesarik One: The Elder was now walking away, and some of the larger men had
formed a line guarding where the elders had gone. The Chief, well he was one
of them, but hadn't made himself known.
Roguish Luck: Logen set his eyes upon the elder and for the first time, the
man would see a raw nature to the Northman. "She is a child, curious, unbound
by fear... You should praise her courage, not offer piss poor excuses for not
looking for th
Roguish Luck: the sun."[d]
TrueRedBlood: [ -snickers as she watches Logen and the Croods- ]
Tesarik One: "Her curiosity will get her killed," he said over his shoulder
to Logen, his voice softer, he was actually very afraid for her. After 500
years of being taught this was all the world they had, and that
TrueRedBlood: [ that so makes him Guy ]
Fun Size Fantasy: [ Elly is belt ]
Tesarik One: Arith was dead and dangerous, so dangerous even stepping out
would kill them - which nearly had Mae - it wasn't so easily bypassed. 500
years of fear. It would take some time.
GreyWalkr13: (lol)
Roguish Luck: [....This is truth.]
TrueRedBlood: [ Dun dun dduuuunn! ]
scales change: " And not acting on that curiousity will make her weak. "
Well so much for not opening his mouth. -d
Wolf of Sverrir: "Damned if you do, damned if you dont." More of a mutter to
himself but with a slow grin.
Tesarik One: ^v^ 12/10/2016 12:44:53 AM ^v^
Roguish Luck: Logen was now plotting to kidnap Mae... and slaughter the
rest.
Fun Size Fantasy: "I could stay Logen.. I'm good with people. " Yes she
said it in a way that meant he wasn't.
Tesarik One: Ok this is where we'll end tonight. Your characters can stay
and guard against incoming trolls coming for the juicy bits they knew were
inside the rock all this time.... or you can head home.
Tesarik One: If anyone wishes to sneak Maeveen out of the bastille.... talk
to me.
GreyWalkr13: -Heading back out the passage, Spyder hesitated at the other
passages, his curiosity roused. His self-preservation from a pair of
potentially angry spouses overcoming it. ?Heading out the crack back onto the
mountainside, he took
Fun Size Fantasy: ( Dont forget to check the Fun Stuff page under the TFM !
I'll be adding things for hours )
psionic wanderer: Hey, we know you're terrified out of the outside world,
but you're right, it is extremely dangerous. Also you're fuckups for not
leaving. Well, at least they offered an extremely mixed message for their
first contact.
Roguish Luck: Logen was a people person. But, he wasn't offended in the
least bit. He simply offered a smile towards Elly.[d]
GreyWalkr13: the route home.-
Tesarik One: ^v^ 12/10/2016 12:47:16 AM ^v^
Roguish Luck: It was the exact reason Logen was going to kill the rest of
them. Maeveen would survive the world. The others would perish soon
anyways.[d]
Tesarik One: Thanks y'all.
Fun Size Fantasy: All the more reason elly would stay.. to let them live...
at least until the bloodlust came back.
Roguish Luck: Elly wouldn't make it in the caves...
Roguish Luck: Anti-magic rock beats Elly.
restless impulse: (( thanks for running! ))
Fun Size Fantasy: (( thank you so much Pam.. ))
Fun Size Fantasy: on
SwordOfAtrophy: on
Tesarik One: ^v^ 12/9/2016 9:04:47 PM ^v^
Tesarik One: -- Triple Full Moon Event Quest --
Tesarik One: For the record, as Rica has said, this is just the first day,
the next three days with Sunday as the apex are the main days where shit goes
nuts. Please, please read the info you were sent and the info on the web site
if you're
Tesarik One: interested. Rica put a hell of a lot of work into this and we
want it to be fun.
Tesarik One: Offline Ops are something we are testing out for other events
etc, so please try them out and see what you think.
Tesarik One: Here we go.
Tesarik One: --start quest state--
Tesarik One: OH Quest: "Lacuna? (Triple Full Quest)"
Tesarik One: If you have questions IM me a Mod or a DM.
Tesarik One: Estimated time is 3 hours from posting of the scoreboard.
Tesarik One: You can die on our adventures and I'm going to try and kill you
all or at least fuck you up.
Tesarik One: Make sure your dossier is updated!
Tesarik One: 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 and TEAMWORK SKILL.
Tesarik One: Keep up with your own self-healing please. You can also state
any spells or CM's that effect the full quest if you wish.
Tesarik One: After you have given your state - please IM me with a link to
your dossier.
Tesarik One: ---end state---
Fun Size Fantasy: |[ Ellywick Fizzlespark || Obsidian Elder || Thief
Adept/Mage || 3d94 (AoS) || 79 HP || 23 DDC (small & fast) || Bruises Easily,
Mrs Nice Guy, Loner || Teamwork: Tribal Mentality/Wolfpack Critical ]|
RageofNocturne: Paragus Tarble/ Ruby Shield/ 3d80/ DC-23(monk tattoo)/
HP-57/ Devout/ Monk/ Combat/Brawler/ Self Heal-26/ Flaws: Arrogant,
Ambitious, Code of Honor/ Weak: None/ Teamwork: Punch Through//
SwordOfAtrophy: Leena Ortherion - Ruby Warrior - Support/Healer,
Support/Bard - 2d82 - 62 HP (12 MoB, 9 wlp) - 10 DDC - Weakness: None - 77
Healing Points (Healing Hands) - Flaws: Jinxed, Merciful, Shallow Veins
restless impulse: [ Mercy Ravenbrand; Obsidian Master;
Support/Rogue/Combat/Fighter; 3d92; 56hp; 26ddc; arrogant, bigot (elves +
halfbreeds), sunblind; no teamwork; cm: quickened grace +3 quick eoa (already
applied to ddc) ]
SwordOfAtrophy: (Teamwork: Co-ordinated Attack)
scales change: [ Art Cruach (Kythin) | Diamond Vanguard (4d98 EP) | 61 HP
(+12 end) - 22 (w/o armor) ddc - 30 Healing Points | Flaws: Ambitious, Code
of Honor, Easily Charmed - Weakness: Sonic | Teamwork: Punch Through ]
psionic wanderer: Dashiell Grosvenor, Amber Defender, 2d52, 28 HP, dc 16,
caffeine addict, code of honor, reflex against magic, teamwork: concerted
attack
restless impulse: (( brb ))
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir has entered the room.
GreyWalkr13: {Gabriel Tempestus "Spyder"| Topaz Journeyman (2d36)| 19hp|
DC14| Curiosity, Weakness: earth}
Wolf of Sverrir: Ranulfr / Obsidian High Elder / 3d95 / DefDC: 26 / HP: 96 /
Healing Points; 60 / Fighter/Healer / Flaws- Intolerance (Rumarians), Rough
Demeanor, Distinctive /
Wolf of Sverrir: CMS- Lightning Reflexes +3 Qck, Natural Athlete +5
Athletics, Winter Born- Effect
Tesarik One: (Is this a new sn or should I still send the receipt to
ranuifr?)
Wolf of Sverrir: (Send to rans just its giving me problems)
Tesarik One: Ok folks roll your inits
Tesarik One: Give me final number.
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
Wolf of Sverrir: (10 + Lightning Initiative +10, Quickness +16=36)
SwordOfAtrophy: Taking the Lead: First
OnlineHost: Fun Size Fantasy rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
OnlineHost: restless impulse rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Wolf of Sverrir: (bleh
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
psionic wanderer: (18)
Wolf of Sverrir: (20 Lightning Initiative +10, Quickness +16=46 I mean used
to rolling 10's
RageofNocturne: + 12 qck +10 lightning init +12 muscle reaction= 39))
Tesarik One: Also if you didn't IM me your link to your dossier, you need to
do so.
restless impulse: (( +16q 17 ))
Fun Size Fantasy: [ + 12 qck = 30 + 16 int (PoM) = 46 )
OnlineHost: GreyWalkr13 rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
scales change: [+12 qck, +5 Dueling (enchant; Crack [weapon]) +12 Muscle
Reactions, +10 Lightning Init = 57 ]
Tesarik One: Also, which of my mods will help Spyder mun since this is his
first quest?
SwordOfAtrophy: /
Fun Size Fantasy: I offered help but he also knows I have ADD with the event
going on so between us two..
GreyWalkr13: (Rica already offered pam, thanks. I haven't played off a
character sheet in over 15 years)
Tesarik One: Ok just need your init then.
Tesarik One: Add quickness.
Wolf of Sverrir: (brb have to take rats out to the bathroom ebfore the male
one decides to pee on my couch >_<)
GreyWalkr13: 17 +4 Qck= 21
Wolf of Sverrir: (meh nm kid is doing it)
GreyWalkr13: you have trained the kid well
Tesarik One: hold while I build the sb
GreyWalkr13: (bio before we start brb)
Tesarik One: Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || Kythin 0/61 [22] (0/30) || Ranulfr 0/
96 [26] (0/60) || Elly 0/79 [23] || Paragus 0/57 [23] || Spyder 0/19 [14] ||
Dashiell 0/28 [16] || Mercy 0/56 [26]
Tesarik One: Miss anything? Screw it up?
Fun Size Fantasy: Looks good.
Wolf of Sverrir: (Ditto)
GreyWalkr13: (back)
RageofNocturne: good here)
GreyWalkr13: (good)
GreyWalkr13: (font change)
Tesarik One: ^v^ 12/9/2016 9:35:28 PM ^v^
Tesarik One: Tonight, soon after the sun went down, there was a rumble
through the Bristleback Mountains. Near Feld, and all across Pincer Lake even
heard in Navahla was the loudest C R A C K that anyone on this earth has
probably heard in teir
Tesarik One: their* lifetime. It caused the waters of Lake Pincer to surge
backwards, flooding the Willow Weed River before receding. Near the base of
the mountain near Feld, on the rocky shore of Lake Pincer, a chasm was now
visible from the
Tesarik One: top of that particular mountain to the base, as if something
had shattered the rock. A few rippling quakes shook Navahla, but only enough
to make the dishes rattle on the bar, or your paintings to shiver on the
walls.
Tesarik One: (You may all now rp your response to the crack - so wherever
you would normally be, and then we will have Maria get in touch)
SwordOfAtrophy: Leena had been reading, or dozing, or perhaps both, when the
ground suddenly had issues with it. Nearly falling out of the chair, she set
the book down, then panicking to reach for and earmark the page before she
forgot. Deciding
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly was down by the warehouses at the docks for a reason
that most would never believe when she heard and felt the sound.
"IDidn'tDoIt" The words immediately flying out of her mouth as she held one
hand up and kept the other arm
SwordOfAtrophy: she might be called to help those hurt in.. whatever just
happened, she hastily threw on her things, gun on a hip like she was in a
cheap western, and headed down the stairs into the tap room of the Inne to
see who knew what.
Wolf of Sverrir: As of lately he had been sticking to Saguenay Hall, the ice
covered lands of Alzorc being his true heart, so that was where he was at
when that happened. One of the drinking horns in hand being riased for a
drink, long dark hair was
restless impulse: Frown furrowed her brow as deep in the Blind Beggar
various empty and near empty drinking vessels were rattled about, the
occasional smash in the wake of the vibratory thunderous crack pulling her
attention away from her light
psionic wanderer: Well, that was..something. He was sitting in his chair,
enjoying a (fresh!) cup of coffee and staring at the wall when the wall
started to move, and things shifted. He tapped his heels together and his
boots lit up at the heels,
Wolf of Sverrir: pulled back into the thick braid, beard had grown out more
for the winter. Yes he was enjoying the winter time in the frozen north! *D
GreyWalkr13: -Spyder was in his shop, sketching out a design for a new
customer. The tavern in question was in a good place, but the floorplan
needed some work. The bar was too small, and the lighting needed to be
upgraded. The crack gave him
scales change: With the Dominus docked and its crew milling about.. even
Captain Cruach was lacking in distractions when things began to shake,
rattle, and roll along with the sounds of .. what.. Arith itself cracking
open? Great. What matter of
restless impulse: reading. The odd mutter and exclamation were voiced by the
sodden bystanders, but most were too deep in their cups to really bother with
anything more once the initial had passed and a follow up failed to disturb
her drink. The
Fun Size Fantasy: around the last of the bags she had been using to
transport items. Yeah sure she had literally just been farting fire with
some of the deckhands that were lamenting about being stuck on shore leave
for the weekend but even she had
psionic wanderer: locking him to the floor, and it was only sheer luck that
caused him to not spill his beloved beverage. And then, while all that was
going on, noise. "Report." The voice in the ceiling, of course, told him that
things were okay, it
restless impulse: woman mused a little, before inwardly rolling her eyes as
whimsy struck her, book stashed in the almost dimensional pockets on her
person. Boots were sent to the ground as cloak was wrapped about her and
outside into the Hags she'd
Fun Size Fantasy: to agree that Three Full Moons was probably a bad idea. A
few messages had been sent back home to make sure that the people who didn't
exist! were taken care of. The fake village was going to be emptied this
weekend and all
restless impulse: go, maybe there'd be something to see. [d]
psionic wanderer: seemed to be a minor earthquake that'd shifted the ship.
"That doesn't explain the noise, now does it?" He sighed, then found his
thermos and poured the cup of coffee into it, stuck it into his pack and
shouldered it, then walked
GreyWalkr13: pause, as well as the rumblings. He hadn't known this was an
area earthshakes happened. Capping his ink before it could shake and ruin his
work, he debated heading home to check on his family. His wives were with
them though, so he
scales change: hellspawn (or spiderspawn..) was apt to be crawling its way
into the world this time? He issued the orders of keeping .. well order to
those of his crew his earshot if the shaking proved to be just the start of
something more unplea
Fun Size Fantasy: the burrows in Dewshine were to be shored up so nothing
from deep down came up.
"WellGuessIBetterGoAndTellMariaIFartedTheEarthOpen.." The joke was made and
she waved her hand at the men before heading towards Greenlord Run. -f-
psionic wanderer: down the hall to his little armory! He set the pack down,
got himself into his armor, stuck his helmet on and fired up the comm, whilst
grabbing his weapons from the locker. "AMEE, where are you? I'm heading back
up." Said into his
GreyWalkr13: Rolled up his drawings and drafts, figuring he wouldn't get any
work done in the next hour or two if any other shakes happened. Stepping out
of the small but solid shack he had setup in, he checked it over for damage.-
GreyWalkr13: (d)
scales change: sant. Least his drink had already been bereft of its contents
due to the fall to the floor.. well .. when shite hits the windmill.. assume
the Obsidian Heart had something to do with it or was about to.. meaning..
Art directed him
psionic wanderer: communicator, of course, because for all he knew she was
still at the inne, or in the market! He made sure he had a good seal on his
suit, then stepped into the airlock and waited for it to cycle, then opened
up the outer door of
RageofNocturne: :: Outside of the inne Gus was beating down a straw dummy in
his gi and with his bag of gear next to him. At the sudden sound he stopped
looking to his knuckles then the dummy before turning and rushing up to his
bag and would get t
scales change: self to the obvious locale. -d
psionic wanderer: his ship, and into the lake he went, swimming towards the
surface. As usual, however, he waited to actually surface until he was a good
ways away from where the ship had crashed.
Tesarik One: Messages began coming to Maria swiftly from her contacts in the
area. One such message brought quick movements from the daeva, and she was
now talking through the insignia to anyone who happened to have it close
enough to hear her
Tesarik One: voice, "Trolls spotted exiting a massive crack near Feld, meet
outside Navahla's Lake Gate immediately if you are able!"
Fun Size Fantasy: (( Special Ricanote: The Magic 1d10 rolls will start at 6
am! Just so everyone knows! ))
Wolf of Sverrir: Well at that message he was rising and turned moving for
the gate, a touch of the runes given activating the portal between the heart
and the hall. When the shimmering outline of the interior of the heart was
seen he moved through
restless impulse: Trolls? Well that was just peachy. Pausing in her motions
she looked off to the side, a door left open as its occupant fled in response
to the quake, the interior shining invitingly ... A sigh, turning away from
the easy score and
restless impulse: setting her direction to the Lake Gate, a little hop and
assistory burst of levitation assisting her. [d]
Fun Size Fantasy: Trolls? Elly let out a noise and almost immediately
disappeared into one of the final shadows for the night get back to her shop.
Tucking away the last of her cargo in it's sack of holding and then making
her move towards the Lake
SwordOfAtrophy: Trolls sounded less than fun, but if people rushed into
combat, she was rushing in behind them to make sure nobody had to live with
their ouchies that much. Taking a moment to grasp her wool coat and slid it
on, it was cold after
RageofNocturne: he rest of his gear on before he would take flight (1/ 15
spells used) to get over towards the lake quicker-D-
Wolf of Sverrir: it, snow drifted from cloak covered shoulders and dark
hair. As he mvoed he was strapping the large, disc shaped shield to his back
over the haft of the battleaxe there. "Already here to assist." And he was
moving straight for the
SwordOfAtrophy: all. She peered about the main Inne room for anyone getting
ready. "I'm going to pop on over there, if anyone wants to save some time."
Wolf of Sverrir: door heading out it now moving towards the lake, wintery
blue eyes flecked in gleaming shards of golden sunlight flashed as he
narrowed his eyes. Yeah the slightly better nature from the winter enjoyment
gone in place for the face
Wolf of Sverrir: of the Fury. *D
GreyWalkr13: -Turning to see who had spoken, only to find no one there, he
bemusedly wondered why his behind was talking to him when he hadn't eaten
yet. He then remembered and dug the insignia given to him, Looking it over
and even shaking it
Fun Size Fantasy: Gate. "NobodyKillAnythingWithoutMe!" She said it to the
world around her and got a few weird looks as she jumped from shadow to
shadow on her way over.
GreyWalkr13: prompted no results. He was never very good with these things.
Better go and lend a hand though. Stepping inside the shop he pulled on his
armor and grabbed his weapons, then headed out. He needed to ask directions
twice, but hoofed
GreyWalkr13: it to join the others.- (D)
psionic wanderer: Well..didn't seem too many people were around to watch the
weird-helmeted man rising out of the lake like he was a Voorhees, so that was
fine. He climbed on out entirely, then brought up an overlay so he could see
where to go. It
Tesarik One: The old Port Union mage that most of them would be familiar
with was waiting outside the Lake Gate, no sense wasting time, he already had
a portal open that revealed the mountain and it's new chasm.
psionic wanderer: was nice having a basic map of town available, even if it
was a bit rough. He started heading for the gate. And it seemed there was a
portal open! Good, he could get behind portals, it was teleporting that
bothered him!
Tesarik One: If he was near Navahla, they might see him, they were standing
on the road that hugged the lake!
Wolf of Sverrir: A single nod given to the mage as he moved for the portal.
That shield slid off, the axe removed from his back and smashed to the facing
as he walked for the portal and right on through it now. *D
Tesarik One: (brb while the rest of you make it through the portal!)
scales change: Well fancy that.. his presumed path to the Obsidian Heart
Inne provided a familiar face or two that gifted enough reason for the
Captain to redirect out of assumption alone. Course he wasn't exactly a
member of the company now was
RageofNocturne: :: Landing near the lake gate he stepped over and through
the portal without any delay-D-
SwordOfAtrophy: With no takers, she'd just disappear into nothing, and
reappear back in time and space by the gate. Oh, look, someone else made a
shortcut too. Fancy that. She'd tag along the rear, like a good little
healer.
scales change: he? Easily enough shoved with notice of the likes of the
Zorcan running at a portal. " So... whats been riled up this time? " Oh, he
was heading to the portal.. well never mind then.. right through the portal
behind him it was then!
scales change: -d
OnlineHost: TrueRedBlood has entered the room.
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly would have taken the offer but she didn't have time
as she got close. The portal mage was met, given a butt pat from the gnome
and then she laughed as she waited her turn to jump through the portal.
Diving right for the
psionic wanderer: Yep, through the portal it was, but he figured he'd
actually prepare his rifle first. It was a quick process, but may as well
have it ready on the way through!
restless impulse: When Mercy arrived at the Lake Gate, it wouldn't take long
to locate and recognise the portal waiting for anyone who had responded to
the call. A quick pat down of her multiple pouches to reassure herself that
everything was in
GreyWalkr13: -Seeing people walking through a portal made him hesitate. That
and having been running after being ill not long ago. Pulling the pistol and
cutlass from his sash, he checked the load in the pistol then stepped
hesitantly through.-
GreyWalkr13: (d)
Fun Size Fantasy: center like she normally did and rolling on the other side
of ground to come to a crouch. It was a gnome ball waiting to be kicked for
all of a moment. Oh hey.. it's that Art guy. He was given a wave of two
fingers and a noise
restless impulse: order, and the woman blended into the background somewhat
before taking that first step into the thing, taking care to move off to the
side once she'd gone through so she didn't get stepped on. [d]
Fun Size Fantasy: came out like she was sucking at her teeth. Then Spyder
got a bump. "SoGladYouFinallyBathedSwampGiant."
Tesarik One: As you step through the portal, you may roll a Spot.
Wolf of Sverrir: A look to the one that spoke had him giving a single nod,
"trolls," it was all that needed ot be said as he looked around.
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
OnlineHost: restless impulse rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
OnlineHost: Fun Size Fantasy rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
GreyWalkr13: Well I wouldn't want to seem like I was trying to usurp your
smell title would I? -Grinning at the little gnome, he looked around)
Wolf of Sverrir: (4 +5 Alert, +5 Hawkeyes=14)
GreyWalkr13: -*
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
restless impulse: (( +5 alert +10p = 20 ))
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
scales change: [+5 Alert Skill = 21 ]
TrueRedBlood: [ -sits in the hammock of OOC and eats popcorn-]
OnlineHost: GreyWalkr13 rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Fun Size Fantasy: [ + 5 alert, + 1 Crescent Moon +5 lenses = 24 ]
SwordOfAtrophy: (13)
psionic wanderer: (5 + 5 perception, +5 alert = 15)
GreyWalkr13: (7 +5 Alert= 12)
RageofNocturne: 8)
Tesarik One: 15+ notice very large shapes in various spots around the base
of the crack in the mountain. You can't really tell if they are coming out or
going in though.
Tesarik One: 20+ notice five shapes... trolls... probably each between 9-10
feet tall, huge, hunched over but crawling down the mountainside. Despite
being big they are pretty agile beasts.
Tesarik One: Their hides almost blend in with the mountain, mottled green
and gray, but you see them. Their hair looks to be a very dirty gray, some
green in it.
psionic wanderer: Well, there were definitely things. He wasn't sure what
they were, just..shapes! Well, most of these people seemed to have their shit
together, he'd let them figure out what to do. Always defer to the experts,
and since he'd only
restless impulse: (( late state: using up mercy's treasure hunter for the
week ))
Tesarik One: No one got high enough to spot anything else!
psionic wanderer: been here a matter of months, they were all experts
compared to him.
Tesarik One: Noted.
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly was about to say something when she saw something
move in her perusal of the area and then she made a quick noise to try and
point out what she saw. "Trolls? WhatYouGuysThing?"
Tesarik One: Well you all have at least five trolls in your sights, whatcha
gonna do?
restless impulse: A grimace worked her face as keen eyes noted the shapes
and approximate details on each. She wasn't well versed in troll physiology
to make much sense of things though, she could just tell that they were
bigger and probably cranky,
SwordOfAtrophy: She hadn't seen a damn thing to be honest, eyesight was not
her strong suit. "Should we prepare for them? It's unlikely they'll just
leave us be if they notice us."
RageofNocturne: :: Trolls huh? Hmm...so they are the ones who split the
mountain like that? --he asked as he flew up from the ground some and
clenched his fists-D-
restless impulse: which meant soon as they realised they were being watched
things could get messy. [d]
Wolf of Sverrir: As the gnome pointed in the direction of the trolls? What
was the best course of action for the Zorcan,..he was heading in their way.
That axe spun again and smashed to the shield causing the head to be wreathed
in flames and
Wolf of Sverrir: crackling electricty.
GreyWalkr13: Trolls? -Rubbing at his eyes, too long spent doing fine work
with pen and paper.- Where?
Fun Size Fantasy: Think*
scales change: Art went through the trouble of actually pulling out his
spyglass to get a better look at the forms. Well wasn't that wonderful..
especially when he didn't know a damn thing about trolls beyond fire might be
bad for them. The put
Tesarik One: A javelin was now making its way zipping through the chill air
towards Ran's skull.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +13/+2 = 26 hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 3 89-sided dice: 13 75 47
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 20 poynts damage ~*~
scales change: spyglass away. "... I forgot what its like to be on the same
side as the Zorcan. " He'd mutter prior to reaching behind him for the
tortoise shell shield before a swipe of his thumb over a certain tattoo on
his form. " Less the fool
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Fun Size Fantasy: Everyone started moving so she would too!.
"SoThat'sHowTheySayHello...?" Pink eyes turned towards some of the others a
moment to see what everyone else was doing .. last time she had led she'd
tried to kill the whole party and
Tesarik One: +26/+3 = 54 dmg. You do not see any creature where this javelin
is coming from btw.
scales change: today thanks to him. " But not by much, he thought, about the
time he was being encased in shiny golden plate and chain. Wonderful stuff
this ensorcelled aurum. Still Art didn't go charging off into battle so much
as.. well he could
scales change: play the distracting tank. Seemed reasonable to pull out the
antics of a certain redhead known to him. -d
Tesarik One: Course, when the hidden Troll Hunter shot towards Ranulfr, it
let the other trolls know what was up, so they all began to head towards the
group.
Wolf of Sverrir: "Burn th-the bastards," he growled as he continued walking
forward then as he heard the whistleing he had just the brief moment and that
shield came up, the javelin striking the curved rim and skidding off the
shield (Fighters
Fun Size Fantasy: helped Viper release an evil genie. For just the
slightest of moments, she took in the form of the dark female and her lids
narrowed but she turned back to the task at hand.
Wolf of Sverrir: Defense-Evade). Looking over seeing the quivering javelin
dug into the ground he turned and began running with a roar at the
targets,..the fury began to build and he was releasing it now as he ran for
them.
Wolf of Sverrir: (The Fury Within / +10 Dice Side Strengthen / Duration:
Combat)
SwordOfAtrophy: Tagging along behind, she didn't make a comment one way or
the other, her job was to deal with wounds, people fought how they wanted.
Gun remained holstered for the time being, she eyed the trolls as they came
down.
Tesarik One: From another area that looked like stone (troll hunters were
GREAT at camouflage) came another javelin at high speed, as if released from
a crossbow. This one aimed for Art's head.
restless impulse: Whelp. Mercy would try and make herself as inconspicuous
as possible, so in the very least she wouldn't get immediately targetted by
the incoming charge. [d]
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +15 = 18 Miss
Tesarik One: It whizzed past his head and stuck into nearby rock.
Tesarik One: Ok Hit, DDC is 18.
scales change: [ tattoo'd enchant used on his armor - ddc down to 18 ddc
(for log) ]
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 3 89-sided dice: 86 2 48
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 22 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: Oh now he's told to burn them, since he hadn't brought his
incendiary ammunition! Well, maybe he could find something to take cover
behind from these javelins flying around the place. If not, well..shit.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 6-sided dice: 1 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
GreyWalkr13: -Staying towards the back of the group, He knew several there
were better prepared for a fight than he was. The pistol in his off hand,
lifted perpendicular to the ground to be ready in case a snap shot was
available-
Tesarik One: +29 = 53 dmg
scales change: [ Fizzwinken's Auric Armored Domination System +35 DEF ]
Tesarik One: 18 dmg
scales change: [ +5 Gilded Gauntlets of Armor +40* ]
Tesarik One: 13 dmg
Tesarik One: A javelin with a hell of a lot of force behind it thunked then
sunk into Art's shoulder.
Tesarik One: T1 0/?? [16] || [Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || T2 0/?? [16] ||
Art 13/61 [18] (0/30) || T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || T4 0/??
[16] || Elly 0/79 [23] || T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57 [23]
Tesarik One: || Spyder 0/19 [14] || (Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell 0/28
[16] || (Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26]
Tesarik One: T1-5 are the trolls running towards you, if you make an action
during your turn of running to meet them you can engage in melee this round.
The Hunters are camouflaged, but you can attempt to hit them with ranged only
attacks
Tesarik One: if you wish, though as they are unseen for the moment, I will
roll to see if you even are close enough to roll strike first. So be very
clear.
Tesarik One: Troll 1-
Tesarik One: He was running, his long arms dangling and dragging against the
rocky ground as he headed for the group. As he reached the group, arms came
up, and the near 10 foot, horribly stinky troll went in for a nice claw
strike to Mercy
Tesarik One: when he reached her.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +6/+3 = 21 Miss
Tesarik One: Leena-
restless impulse: That was a close one! Fortunately its stench hit her
before the troll itself did, the lithe drow stepping off to one side so that
it swung past her. [d]
Tesarik One: (btw if anyone can understand Giant, IM me)
SwordOfAtrophy: As the support, Leena did what she did best (debatably), and
that was sing. It was an elven song, about heroics and battles, but someone
had rewritten it in common so everyone could hear it. (Lasting Inspiration,
everyone gets +3 to
SwordOfAtrophy: damage. Also; Pander, the bonus is doubled for Elly)
Tesarik One: Noted.
Tesarik One: Troll 2-
SwordOfAtrophy: (errr, *Inspire Allies.. I don;t know skill names anymore
>.>)
Tesarik One: Yet another very large, disgusting troll was headed their way.
It boomed, "NO SING" in Giant when Leena began to sing, and lifted its
horrible clawed hands to it's ears for a moment, then went for a swipe at
Paragus.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +9 = 22 Miss
Tesarik One: T1 0/?? [16] || Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || T2 0/?? [16] || Art
13/61 [18] (0/30) || T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || T4 0/??
[16] || Elly 0/79 [23] || T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57 [23] ||
Tesarik One: Spyder 0/19 [14] || (Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell 0/28 [16]
|| (Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26]
Tesarik One: Art-
RageofNocturne: :: With the massive arm swiping up at him he would drift
backwards away from the thing as he watched it with narrowed eyes T2 becoming
his target-D-
scales change: A javelin to the shoulder.. well now.. that earned an unhappy
removal of the weapon and its drop to the ground. " Go fuck a bugbear. "
Plenty of additional curses followed .. all in the Giant's tongue! Certainly
agitated.. Art
scales change: sought to both incite the buggers.. and plant the tortoise
shell shield into the gut .. or a low-blow who cares.. they're trolls! It was
followed up with a slash from Crack.. sadly without Boom. [ assualting the
nearest, or moving
scales change: to engage either or.. and Skill: Incite to Anger - up to 8 (8
cha) ]
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Tesarik One: ~*~ scales change scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
scales change: [+8 qck, +3 Born by the Blade = 30 ]
scales change: [+3 Strike - Fightér's Weapon * = 33* ][
Tesarik One: So T1?
scales change: [ yeah sure. ]
Tesarik One: Hit
scales change: [ Crack (legacy and paragon - 2d10 / Fizzwinken's Giant
Tortoise Shell Shield 1d6 [shield weapon] ]
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 4 98-sided dice: 10 61 81 33
Tesarik One: ~*~ scales change scored 28 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 2 10-sided dice: 6 9
Tesarik One: ~*~ scales change scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ scales change scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
scales change: [ Greater Dual Wield - Crack 2d10 ]
OnlineHost: scales change rolled 2 10-sided dice: 4 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ scales change scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
scales change: [ [+24 str / Dual Wield Master, +3 Fighters Weapon/Master at
Arms, +3 Divine Judgement, +8 Sword and Board = 66 dmg ]
scales change: [ ack. forgot the wpn dmg ]
OnlineHost: Roguish Luck has entered the room.
scales change: [ 92 dmg (lightning - Crack enchanted ) ]
Roguish Luck: [Oh so misleading.]
psionic wanderer: (brb)
scales change: [ bitch I might be. ]
Roguish Luck: [ o.O ]
TrueRedBlood: [ -tosses him a kernel of popcorn- ]
scales change: [
] Tesarik One: Troll might be big and ugly but he was a fighter, and when he
was attacked, he quickly used his big old body to defend from some of the dmg
as well as move outta the way of the guy with way too much fight power.
(Fighter's Def -
Tesarik One: Evade)
Tesarik One: State to add?
Tesarik One: T1 0/?? [16] || Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || T2 0/?? [16] || Art
13/61 [18] (0/30) || T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || T4 0/??
[16] || Elly 0/79 [23] || T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57 [23] ||
Tesarik One: Spyder 0/19 [14] || (Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell 0/28 [16]
|| (Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26]
scales change: [ fun times with Incite to Anger - big ol'golden target xD ]
TrueRedBlood: [ hm what me? Nah my char's fucked up personal wise... ahaha
she's no good in combat right now ]
Tesarik One: (No, Logen)
Tesarik One: Troll 3-
Roguish Luck: [ Logen Wolfsbane - Fighter/Swordmaster - 4d94 EP - Obsidian
Elder - 20 DDC - 74 HP - Tag Team Fighting/Wolfpack Tactics: Alpha ]
Roguish Luck: [ Misfortunate, Easily Charmed, Impious - Babbling Quirk ]
Tesarik One: Near 10 foot lug of a monstrosity came dragging his clawed
hands on the ground towards Elly, trying to swing claws at her to cut her in
bits with the claws.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +9 = 12 Miss
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly laughed as the shadows began to dance around her
fingers and started to dance around the Trolls feet like a demented pink
haired gingerbread man.
Roguish Luck: Logen did his absolutely best to keep his damn mouth shut. He
knew otherwise it'd just be a diarrhea of lexicon and questions and
annoyance. Of all things.. Of all his lineage, the moon made him...looney.
So, when he showed up to
Tesarik One: (Well, forgot Incite to Anger so he'd have gone for Art... miss
anyway)
Tesarik One: T1 0/?? [16] || Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || T2 0/?? [16] || Art
13/61 [18] (0/30) || T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || T4 0/??
[16] || Elly 0/79 [23] || T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57 [23] ||
Tesarik One: Spyder 0/19 [14] || (Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell 0/28 [16]
|| (Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26] || Logen 0/74 [20]
Roguish Luck: the Heart and Maria informed him thusly. He took a moment to
size her up. Was he necessary? He was a trump card for her... A guarantee
that her people would come back safe... and so with the anachronistic
times... yes, she made it
Tesarik One: Ranulfr-
Wolf of Sverrir: He was on a dead run to meet the trolls,,..and T4 had the
unlucky misforune of being in his way. First the shield smashed right into
the things throat with a vicious blow, before a twist and that axe swept up
then down for the top
Wolf of Sverrir: of its head.
Wolf of Sverrir: 16 Quickness + 3 Fighters Weapon (Greater Dual-Wield,
Spirit Strike, Impact), +3 Born by the blade
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Wolf of Sverrir scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Wolf of Sverrir: (2+16+3+3= 24)
Tesarik One: Hit
Roguish Luck: apparent that he was necessary.. Because she wasn't sure. So
the march came, the chime of spurs rang out as Logen traversed through the
portal and landed on his feet. Beyond that, well, he was following the sounds
of battle. "Trolls
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir rolled 3 100-sided dice: 40 73 32
Tesarik One: ~*~ Wolf of Sverrir scored 22 poynts damage ~*~
Wolf of Sverrir: F.P.D-B.B (6d15) & F.B-G.S.U (2d10) (Shocking/Flaming,
Spirit Strike, Sudden Charge, 1d5 Humans, Crits 18/20, Called, Defiant) &
(Brilliant, Returning, Magebane, Reflective)
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir rolled 6 15-sided dice: 1 1 13 3 13 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ Wolf of Sverrir scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Wolf of Sverrir rolled 2 10-sided dice: 7 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Wolf of Sverrir scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Roguish Luck: were up against trolls, they like shinies, hate fire, love to
eat raw flesh, mainly halflings and elves, dwarves are tough meat, humans are
sour, the small folk are like veal but elves are a prime cut for them.
Interestingly enough
Roguish Luck: I'm not sure which would taste worse, or best for that matter.
Add the right seasonings and everything should taste fine. Brine works
wonders in destroying the natural flavor of most game meats. In a sense, with
the proper cut,
Wolf of Sverrir: (22 +1+1+13+3+13+6+7+2 Dex Fighter Qck +16, D-W Expert
+16, Fighters Weapon + 3,Sword and Board +10, Finger Sleeves +5, +4 Bard
Boost (54) = 122)
Roguish Luck: proper set up, proper measurements, you really could make
anything taste just fine. Especially jerky. It almost always tastes the same
depending on how much salt and sugar one uses. Spices and peppers really just
start blending all
Tesarik One: (how is your one weapon 6d15 it says on your doss that it's
3d15 one handed?)
Wolf of Sverrir: (Greater Dual Wield
Roguish Luck: about but really it's that main ingredient that makes the most
of all the flavor that gets impregnated into the meat. Beyond that, I mean
really we're all just meat bags with different flavors based on what gets
added." Babble over.
Roguish Luck: [d]
Roguish Luck: [That's not how that works.]
SwordOfAtrophy: (thats actually how that works, a second attack with the
main weapon)
psionic wanderer: It was really cool that the skilled people were fighting
the slow guys instead of going after the invisible javelin tossers. Buncha
damn show-offs. At least someone showed up to start rambling like a maniac.
He jumped a bit at that
Roguish Luck: [With the stipulation that nothing allows you over 6d of
weapon damage.]
OnlineHost: Chalybs virgo has entered the room.
Wolf of Sverrir: (no 6d per wepon)
Wolf of Sverrir: (The first weapon)
Tesarik One: (no it's 6d total)
Tesarik One: (the most you can roll for one attack is 6d)
Roguish Luck: [Or else Logen would be swinging 10d12.]
psionic wanderer: and glanced over, then looked back to the 'fight' and
lowered his rifle, because history had proven he wouldn't really be much use
in a fight anyway.
Tesarik One: (If anyone has GDW, check the web site for current write up.
Since it's beingt evaded, and we want to keep moving, we are going to keep
moving.)
Tesarik One: (It can be explained later if needed)
Tesarik One: T1 0/?? [16] || Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || T2 0/?? [16] || Art
13/61 [18] (0/30) || T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || T4 0/??
[16] || Elly 0/79 [23] || T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57 [23] ||
Tesarik One: Spyder 0/19 [14] || (Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell 0/28 [16]
|| (Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26] || Logen 0/74 [20]
Tesarik One: Troll 4-
Tesarik One: Troll 4 was near the crack, and yelled in Giant into the crack,
"Jabin, keep juicy bit behind rock. Eat later!" and then headed for
Tesarik One: Art, because he looked tasty or something. He attempted to claw
the hell out of him and beat him over the head with his arms.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +9 = 20 Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 65-sided dice: 40 10
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 6 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 7-sided dice: 1 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
SwordOfAtrophy: "We'reallmeatandskeletons,
doesn'tthatscareanyoneelsethatwe'realljustskeletonswaitingtobeletout?
Keepsmeupatnightitdoes,
IswearsometimesIjustwonderwhatitwouldbeliketobejustaskeletonand..." Logen was
not the only one who rambled. But
SwordOfAtrophy: she realized she was rambling and went back into song.
Tesarik One: +13 = 25 dmg
scales change: [+40 def ]
Tesarik One: 0 dmg
Tesarik One: Elly-
Fun Size Fantasy: Everything was paying attention to Art which wasn't fun at
all people! For a moment something had to be done and since Logen had
decided to give his overshare she was fairly certain everyone was weirded out
by, the little gnome
psionic wanderer: And now someone else was rambling! He eyed that one
warily, then backed away from the lot of them. Couldn't trust people who just
started rambling like crazy.
Roguish Luck: Especially when they're deciding the best way to possibly eat
you.
Fun Size Fantasy: thought about what he said about little people which
reminded her of buttered rolls which made her hungry.. which changed her mind
about quite a few things until finally she snapped back into the here and
now. Shadow covered
psionic wanderer: He might just have to spend the rest of his time here
holed up in his ship making repairs and just send AMEE out for the supplies.
OnlineHost: Aislan Liam has entered the room.
Aislan Liam: (lurk)
TrueRedBlood: [ >> -nips- ]
Fun Size Fantasy: fingers continued to dance as she tried to pinpoint where
everything was working. Then she let out a slow breath and a spout of
Gnomen beneath it as pillars of pure darkness came down from the sky to
surround each and every one of
Fun Size Fantasy: the trolls including the two hunters that were hiding out
of sight. Pink haired gnome raised those digits and each of the large
beasts would find themselves wrapped into a darkness so deep that not even
those who could see in the
Roguish Luck: While Elly was going all Caster Blaster, Logen took the time
to tie her hair into knots knowing she wasn't going to lose focus as to what
she was doing. She'd just deal with him later most likely. But at least the
knots were
Roguish Luck: decorative, much akin to the ones he put in his own hair when
went to war, more so his beard whenever it was long enough. There...a
finishing touch and Elly had beard braids in her hair.[d]
Fun Size Fantasy: dark would see out or in and their new friends definitely
wouldn't be able to move from their spots. [ Spell: Shadow's Embrace | Aoe
Hold -- 2 rounds DDC 35 WLP / 5 NPCs All but T1 ] The little red
eastern star continued to
Fun Size Fantasy: wrap about her head as she looked at the last one. Her
words coming out in Giant. "We Will Destroy You... Decide your own fate."
psionic wanderer: Wait, what? A juicy bit? He glanced towards the troll
that'd said that, then in the direction he was going, and then his voice came
out the nice little built-in speakers with minimal distortion, helpfully
translated into Giant.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 5 20-sided dice: 5 13 7 4 15
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: "What the fuck is juicy bit and why are you all even here
tossing javelins at us?"
Tesarik One: All fail.
Fun Size Fantasy: And now she had pretty braids!
Tesarik One: So 2,3,,4, 5 and Hunter 1 were held for 2 rounds.
Fun Size Fantasy: [ Those within Shadows Embrace cannot be seen, move or be
targeted.. so all but T1 and Hunter 1 ]
Fun Size Fantasy: [ hutner 2* ]
Tesarik One: T1 0/?? [16] || Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || **T2 0/?? [16] ||
Art 13/61 [18] (0/30) || **T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || **T4
0/?? [16] || Elly 0/79 [23] || **T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57
Tesarik One: [23] || Spyder 0/19 [14] || (**Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell
0/28 [16] || (Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26] || Logen 0/74 [20]
Tesarik One: So you can only target T1 and Hunter 2 for 2 rounds!
Tesarik One: Paragus-
psionic wanderer: Well that didn't help his attempt at communication.
Tesarik One: "We know juicy inside. We know. Cannot reach, now can reach!
Crack open now sweet meat so much sweet meat!" T1 yelled because, well, he
was stupid.
Wolf of Sverrir: "Because we look mm, mm, good to th-them?" He shook is head
grunting and would frown as he begain looking for a target. *D
SwordOfAtrophy:
"Ithinkhemeanstherearepeopleinthecrevasseorsomekindofanimal.." What else
could be mean.
Roguish Luck: "Correct... Like I said, you're all food."
Wolf of Sverrir: "Not if I take a bite out of th-them first," a slightly
feral grin was given rolling the burning axe.
Roguish Luck: "Open crack... sweet meat..."
Fun Size Fantasy: "That'sMyCrack! GoAwayBeforeIEatYou!" She wouldn't but
troll blood was totally a thing they might need Wednesday.
Tesarik One: "You stupid! Lots of people in mountain. Know for ages, never
could get though. Now get. We have one already!" shouted Stoopid.
RageofNocturne: :: Well with the one he wanted locked in a column of
darkness that certainly pissed off the monkey man. And so he turned his
sights over onto T1 and would clench his fists and fly straight at the thing
as he bashed his fists for the
RageofNocturne: things face-D-
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Tesarik One: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: "....."
Roguish Luck: "....Sweet open crack meat?"
RageofNocturne: Impact on one of his techs so he crits on a 19 too)
psionic wanderer: There was actually a noise as if he'd opened up the comm
to say something, but then it just went dead again and muttering could be
heard from inside his helmet by anyone close enough.
Tesarik One: "Jabin!" he shouted, as he was hit.
Tesarik One: Crit then!
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 3 80-sided dice: 79 5 35
Tesarik One: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 18 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 2 8-sided dice: 7 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Jabin, a big stupid looking (even stupider looking) troll came
crawling out of the crack, with something very dirty and bloody over a
shoulder. A female. "Wut?"
RageofNocturne: + (Tattoos- 10 Monk-5 Brawler- 5 Calm-4 Master-24 Crest- 2
W.Gloves- 3) = 53 + 15 tech damage + 36 ranked damage= 104))
Roguish Luck: "Elly... Maria needs to learn that if you're here... I'm not
really needed." Gestures towards the darkness that took the creatures by
surprise. "Not to mention Artichoke, Ranimal...Hell... I could be drinking
right now..."
Tesarik One: A very dead troll was falling with a splash into the lake,
pummeled to fucking death.
Tesarik One: Leena 0/62 [10] (0/77) || **T2 0/?? [16] || Art 13/61 [18]
(0/30) || **T3 0/?? [16] || Ranulfr 0/ 96 [26] (0/60) || **T4 0/?? [16] ||
Elly 0/79 [23] || *T5 0/?? [16] || Paragus 0/57 [23] || Spyder
Tesarik One: 0/19 [14] || (**Hunter 1 0/?? [23)] || Dashiell 0/28 [16] ||
(Hunter 2 0/?? [23)] || Mercy 0/56 [26] || Logen 0/74 [20] || Jabin 0/?? [10]
|| Maeveen 23/26 [13]
Tesarik One: Spyder-
psionic wanderer: "Well that helps open up the dialog." And yet again, some
god damn show off beat someone weaker than him to death. All the posturing on
this planet was ridiculous.
Fun Size Fantasy: "SheDidn'tKnowIWasHere...NeverToldHer.." A shrug of her
shoulders was given and then she pointed at the woman in a troll's arms.
"Fetch? ICan'tReachThatHigh.."
Roguish Luck: "I could throw you...." He tried to make the idea sound
tempting...
Tesarik One: "More for me," said Jabin, then eyed the group of armed people
with wide eyes.
GreyWalkr13: -Spyder didn't trust hiis returning skills enough yet to try a
shot at one of the fights going on. Likely end up putting a bullet into one
of his own's backsides. Having been trying to keep an eye on the fringes for
the javelin
scales change: " .... Right then.. anyone up for dousing the lot of them
with oil? Aye? " -d
Wolf of Sverrir: (Brb)
Tesarik One: The woman across the troll's shoulder moved her bare feet a
little, she wasn't -quite- dead. She had all sorts of cuts and scrapes on her
though, and blood matted her long hair.
Wolf of Sverrir: "You have oil, I have fire."
GreyWalkr13: throwers, and hazarded a shot at what he thought was one
(Hunter 2). The pistol bellowing in his hand-
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 2-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: You may roll Strike, Spyder.
OnlineHost: GreyWalkr13 rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
Tesarik One: ~*~ GreyWalkr13 scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly talked slow on purpose to the thing that was Stupid
2. "Give Her Up Or Die.. I Have REALLY big friends." Then she just pointed
up at Logen
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly being intimidating was soooo cute. Actually it was
more of a fact than intimidating.
Tesarik One: Jabin threw her onto the rocky ground, causing her to go still,
and ran into the crevice that had formed.
RageofNocturne: :: With the one he pummeled to death falling into the lake
he landed on his feet and turned looking at the other columns then looked
towards Jabin just as the thing ran-D-
Tesarik One: Just need to see if Spyder hit the troll.
GreyWalkr13: (17 + 3 Corsairs prowess +4 Qck=24)
Tesarik One: Hit
Roguish Luck: Logen didn't even have to draw his sword...? He must be
getting scarier with the gray sneaking into his hair. But, as one retreated,
Logen started towards the woman to retrieve her from the rocks, at least..
that was the direction
OnlineHost: GreyWalkr13 rolled 2 36-sided dice: 3 30
Tesarik One: ~*~ GreyWalkr13 scored 4 poynts damage ~*~
Roguish Luck: he took...whether or not something stopped him... Well..[d]
OnlineHost: GreyWalkr13 rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ GreyWalkr13 scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
GreyWalkr13: 4 + 2 + 4 qck + 3= 13 dmg
Tesarik One: +17 DEF - 0 dmg
Tesarik One: Dashiell-
Wolf of Sverrir: And with logen going for the woman he was heading for the
cervice now, head tilted some as he shifted and rolled the axe again. *D
psionic wanderer: Well..he was going to try and trick the guy into letting
the lady down a bit more gently, but if they wanted to threaten him into
smashing her onto the ground, well..they were not much smarter than the
trolls, now were they? "Oh
Fun Size Fantasy: She overestimated their stupidness!
psionic wanderer: fuck it." He took off at a sprint towards the fallen lady,
and figured he'd already set it up before he had to alter his plan, so his
voice, distorted and booming from a volume increase in his output speakers,
came out in a roar.
psionic wanderer: Maybe he'd scare that last hunter off while he went to the
lady to try and get her the hell out of danger. Or maybe he'd take a javelin
to the head. It was hard to say.
psionic wanderer: (I don't even have anything to roll with that really, it's
not like Dash would have an intimidate worth a crap, but I'll roll anyway if
you want lol)
Tesarik One: She was slender, not weighing a whole hell of a lot. Her
clothing which looked very odd, almost like..some sort of primitive plant
material and ...rat fur maybe? Well it was near torn off, wounds from the
troll claws deep within her
Tesarik One: very pale flesh. Dash could easily grab her and take her to
safety. She is near dead.
psionic wanderer: "Alright, come on you." He picked her up carefully, and
since he wasn't dead yet, started moving her to safety, though he did keep
himself aware for any incoming death.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Bring her here please.."
Tesarik One: When anyone looked into the crevice that had formed in the
mountain, all they saw was darkness. Jabin was gone, crawled away. The
remaining hunter had crawled away as well. For now.
Tesarik One: All the others were still in their dark little holds by
Ellywick. (Open RP)
Wolf of Sverrir: Since there was another healer there he let her deal with
it as he stepped into the crevice looking around the axe working much like a
torch now. *D
psionic wanderer: "Yeah, I'm gonna do that, you weird rambler." He reached
into his pack and produced a full heal potion, or so he was told it was, then
propped the lady up and well..pretty much force-fed it to her, because how
else was he gonna do
psionic wanderer: it?
Fun Size Fantasy: She could let them out! Slowly maybe.. while Art was
still a Golden Armadillo Turtle
SwordOfAtrophy: She blinked. "....Said the guy in the weird helmet..."
psionic wanderer: May as well make sure her first sight upon waking up was a
breathing-masked space man! At least his eyes were visible, that'd humanize
him a little.
Tesarik One: The crevice had revealed a good bit of tunnels, probably where
the other trolls had gone, as well as one tunnel that looked more...
unnatural than the others. With old torch holders set into the edges.
restless impulse: She'd been all primed to hit at the remaining troll too,
but he'd slipped off during the confusion. She'd eye the magical darkness
warily, not able to see what was going on inside she'd be a bit on edge just
waiting for something to
restless impulse: lash out at them. Actually .. several steps were made to
insert the more armored folk between her and it. [d]
psionic wanderer: "I like to think it helps stop me from catching whatever
crazy is rampant around here."
psionic wanderer: Sure, scans and AMEE both said the air was perfectly safe,
but that's just how they tricked a traveler.
Wolf of Sverrir: "Th-There is tunnels,..and one looks to have torch
holders." He would step further in shining the axes fire on the wall of the
more unnatural one and frowned some. *D
Tesarik One: Forcefed the potion.... (Reflex against Magic)
psionic wanderer: Hey, he knew how that was.
Fun Size Fantasy: "NiceTryDash..ItSeepsIn.." The gnome just grinned at the
male before she moved to check on the lady she felt bad for having gotten
dropped. She would have used her hypo-pistol but maybe the space man didn't
know about those.
Tesarik One: DC15 must pass to use this.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Crazy rambling.. as opposed to perhaps potentionally
drowning someone with a healer right here.. yea, so not crazy."
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Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: The potion healed her, though her body had never been healed in
such a way before. She'd never been exposed to magic of any sort, ever. Her
wounds began to heal, but she began to convulse a little, foaming at the
mouth. Her eyes
psionic wanderer: "You act like I've never fed someone medicine while they
were unconscious before, with no way of knowing whether that's true or not."
And he'd be damned if any more was going to seep in now that his suit was
fixed! And of course he
Roguish Luck: Bickering. He witnessed it for a moment or two before he
joined Ranulfr at the crevice and gazed into the darkness below. He still had
three days of his gifts from Morgaine. His eyes penetrated the deep dark and
noted what he spoke
psionic wanderer: knew what a hypo-pistol was, he just didn't happen to have
one. And then..the lady convulsed and foamed. Well, it was still better than
being eaten.
SwordOfAtrophy: "You act like I'd harm her when I did was talk out of turn."
Tesarik One: opened, they were a bit odd... four different colors in
different sectors of her eyes - grey, brown, blue, green. She saw the man in
the space helmet and let out a gurgling scream and attempted to get away.
SwordOfAtrophy: *all I did
Roguish Luck: of. As he stood there, he breathed in the air that yawned from
the crevice, trying to establish the different Scents that drifted up into
the cold air. "A lost civilization...or rather, a hidden one."
GreyWalkr13: -Walking over to the pulverized troll, Spyder studied it for a
long moment, his innate curiosity and need to learn more about them drawing
him on. Poking at the still form with his cutlass, he looked it fully over-
Tesarik One: Well anyone going down that tunnel to see what they would come
to wound find a very solid door... metal of some sort... but the cracking of
the earth had taken it off its hinges. More passageway was behind it.
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly was giggling at the chaos, she had heard Ran and
looked in that direction before turning towards the gargling. Her fingers
moving to touch the heart pendant on her collar. "Don'tGetEaten.." Said to
the two big boys that had
Fun Size Fantasy: run off.
Wolf of Sverrir: "Lost civilization," he gave a single nod,"and a meal
waiting for th-those trolls." And he was just moving on into the darkness
following the unnatural tunnel for the moment to the door staring at it
touching his little heart emblem
psionic wanderer: "Well, that's normal." He let her get away, because he
wasn't gonna send her into more of a panic, and he didn't know what she
spoke.
Tesarik One: The stone was also different around that broken door. It was
studded throughout with all manner of different metals. If anyone has a
knowledge ... geology, history, mythology even I'll take.
Wolf of Sverrir: , "A door has been knocked loose here." *D
GreyWalkr13: -After his perusal, he saw the others heading in, he ran off
after to join them-
GreyWalkr13: (engineering and building)
Tesarik One: I'll take Nature?
Tesarik One: Region- Sarkotos?
Tesarik One: Lol.
RageofNocturne: :: Gus meanwhile stayed outside with the others his arms
crossed over his arms watching the columns of darkness still-D-
Fun Size Fantasy: Hi.. I'm a three foot tall pink haired human child. THis
is what she tried to convey to the woman who seemed to be trying to get away.
Elly waved her small child like hand at her. (I'm not over there or I would!
)
scales change: Seeing as things were relatively settled, least until
Ellywick's magic assumedly elapsed at some point, Art returned his armor to
its tattoo form and the shield to his back. " Might as well seal it. Anyone
stuck behind it all their
psionic wanderer: (What about interplanetary space travel security
protocol?)
Tesarik One: ...
psionic wanderer: (Or engineering. Not that Dash is there haha)
Roguish Luck: [Inter-galactic-planetary.]
Roguish Luck: [::Beasties out::]
scales change: lives is going to fear those on the otherside. " Especially
after the trolls. -d
Fun Size Fantasy: [ planetary, intergalactic]
psionic wanderer: (I never said galactic, his ship isn't THAT awesome)
Tesarik One: She crawled behind a rock, shuddering from both the cold and
stark fucking fear. She looked at them all, she looked up at the moons so
bright in the sky, then to the mountain, then to the lake, then to Dashiell
in his space suit,
SwordOfAtrophy: Leena just started to sing again, not so much loud, but
comforting. Maybe a soothing song would help ease her nerves.
Tesarik One: then to everyone again. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She
wasn't sure what all they were saying, though she did know common... hadn't
spoken it much, but she could understand it. No, not even Leena's song could
ease her nerves. She
psionic wanderer: He sighed, then tapped the side of his helmet to retract
the face shield and breathing mask, then offered a smile to the poor lady.
"See? Not that bad, right? I'm just a person, same as you."
Tesarik One: soon darted back into the crevice and ran towards the door,
where the big fellows were standing. She came to a halt, shaking like a leaf,
and pointed, "Lacuna."
Fun Size Fantasy: This must be what she looks like when she wakes up
somewhere randomly in Navahla after a night of Bitchinbrew.. but she decided
it would be best to at least follow the woman as she ran off. Oh.. that was
a cool door!
Wolf of Sverrir: As the sound of footsteps was heard he twisted around then
spotting the girl he tilted his head before looking back to the door, thumb
jabbed at it. "Lacuna? What is a Lacuna?" *D
GreyWalkr13: (matata)
scales change: [ anyone else thinking lacuna coil? anyone? ]
psionic wanderer: "Fair enough." He tapped his helmet again and it all went
back into place.
Wolf of Sverrir: (Yup_
restless impulse: Slow blink was made as she observed all the goings on,
she'd deliberately stay in the background given that her appearance might be
even stranger to the girl and she didn't need someone screaming at her, plus
first aid wasn't her
Chalybs virgo: ~~~ Damn it Elly ~~~
GreyWalkr13: -The little female darted past him then down the passage to the
door. Following, he studied the construction and layout- Huh...
Tesarik One: The whole ... retracting face shield was terrifying too!
Fun Size Fantasy: It was fast moving.. and new!
Fun Size Fantasy: [ Knowledge: Geology.. ]
OnlineHost: Fun Size Fantasy rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Fun Size Fantasy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Roguish Luck: One hand after the other gripped the sides of the door and
lifted it up and out of the way of the tunnel beyond. The metal was...unique
and heavy as Hell but the Northman still managed to open the passage way.
With it done, he
restless impulse: thing and so would be more of a hindrance than a help.
She'd not go down into the crevice unless someone came back out with info
that it was relatively safe to go down there. [d]
Fun Size Fantasy: [ + 10 knowledge + 16 int + 2 butterfly bands = 31 ]
She's a rock gnome.. she knew rocks!
GreyWalkr13: (knowledge: Architecture&Engineering)
Wolf of Sverrir: (Always thought she was a Punk-Rock Gnome with that pink
hair!)
Tesarik One: She had never seen anyone that strong, and her weird eyes got
big, but she began to move past them, careful not to touch them. She was
about as terrified as one could be without actually pissing on herself. She
ran down the tunnel,
Wolf of Sverrir: (:: Cough::Had to)
Tesarik One: disappearing around a bend.
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Tesarik One: ~*~ GreyWalkr13 scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
RageofNocturne: brb)
Tesarik One: Achievement Unlocked: Discovery of Lacuna Bastille.
Wolf of Sverrir: He nodded to Logen then turned and was moving to follow the
girl now, the axe still gripped in hand just incase any trolls.
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Roguish Luck: stepped back out of the young woman's way, squatted down and
looked up at her with brows raised and curious interest. [d]
GreyWalkr13: (6 + 10 knowledge, +2 voracious reader= 18)
Tesarik One: Spyder, all you know is that someone crafted this tunnel and
door to be extremely protective.
GreyWalkr13: (lmao)
restless impulse: Eyes drifting over to the crevice, half the group had gone
in but none had yet to return. "What is occuring?" Insignia was touched,
activating the telepathic sending of the device so that her query would reach
those who held one,
SwordOfAtrophy: Moving along now that the injured had bolted for what was
apparently to her safer ground, she finally got a look at what was going on.
(Nature)
restless impulse: in order to ascertain whether those remaining above ground
should descend. [d]
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 1 poynts damage ~*~She paused, and
stared down at Logen since he crouched. That was
SwordOfAtrophy: (12 int, 10 know = 39)
psionic wanderer: And he approached the others after a bit, having his own
conversation, apparently. "I'm not in the kidnapping business." And, after a
beat. "Not in the kidnapping people business, anyway." He looked into the
crevice as well, but
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly climbed onto Logen's shoulders since he had come down
to her size and she started to get an ever better look at what she was
seeing. "Interesting.. " She was going to get eaten and her last thoughts
were going to be about
psionic wanderer: wasn't sure going in would be the best idea.
Fun Size Fantasy: rocks.
Tesarik One: familiar to her. She rocked on her heels a little, she was
still very dirty, very bloody though healed, and near naked unfortunately for
her. If they were following her, she'd gone then around the curve and there
was an opening
GreyWalkr13: -Spyder could still barely make heads or tales of the land he
had found himself in Muttering to himself as he looked over the wall before
him.- Hmm this looks like a defensive point, choke point if you will.
Tesarik One: ahead of her. A very large cavern.... and within it, a
primitive underground city.
Wolf of Sverrir: He had indeed followed her and before she could run off
more he would remove that displacer beast fur skinned cloak and had it draped
around her shoulders. See he could be,..sort of a gentleman. *D
restless impulse: "Is there something going on down there?" Said over the
insignia, on the heels of her previous question.
Roguish Luck: Eyes raised up towards Elly with a smirk as she looked at
rocks. "I don't know why... But I think I know these people...."
Wolf of Sverrir: A tap to his insignia, "following th-the runner." And he
was still on her heels cause he was fairly quick.
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Roguish Luck: Logen replied to Miss Mercy through the insignia. "Indeed...
Ranimal took off after the primitive... I'll be following soon."
Tesarik One: A massive fur cloak put on her, and she rubbed it and rubbed
it. She'd never seen that much fur of one animal in one place. "Not rat?" she
said in common.
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Fun Size Fantasy: "IthinkIKnowTheseRocks..
It'sLike..SomeoneTookEveryTypeOfRockI'veEverSeenAndMadeItIntoSomething..ButItHasn'tBeenMadeInAges..Like..Segaepin's
LibraryNotedItKindOfThingButNever
psionic wanderer: Chasing a scared person into their home was also...well it
was something. At least he hadn't heard screams and murdering noises coming
from in there. He had himself a seat on the ground outside and found his
coffee, then retracted
psionic wanderer: his mask once again to just..sit and drink. He wasn't
going down there, he'd be no help.
scales change: Lacking one of those fancy insignias , Art glanced Mercy's
way with the apparentl, or implied, use of the thing. " Something going on? "
Honestly you'd think members of the Heart would be more aware of who was
randomly joining them
Fun Size Fantasy: SeenItInUseBefore.. It'sForProtectingPeople.."
scales change: through portals and the like.. -d
Tesarik One: Well, anyone that follows Maeveen into the big cavern is met
with a large group of terrified looking primitives who have never seen
another person outside of Lacuna their entire life. One one of the stone
walls, a massive primitive
Tesarik One: face was carved. They didn't really seem to have any weapons of
note, at least not any that would do shit to any of you. Some of them had
stepped forward with some stalky looking spears, and some rock knives in
hand.
restless impulse: "Thank you." Removing her hand, she'd consider what to do
with the information, before jumping slightly, somehow having forgotten the
gleaming gold man. "The others are chasing the girl. Presumably down a
passage." [d]
Tesarik One: "MAEVEEN. GET AWAY!" yelled one of the elderly males who had a
cloak made of about a hundred different rat and lizard skins.
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly doesn't realize Art doesn't have one! He's always
around! Not like she picks pockets or anything. She gave Logen a pat on the
head and moved to climb down. "This..WeShouldGo.."
Wolf of Sverrir: He had the axe already put away not hearing screaming, at
the question he looked down to the girl, "no not rat, displacer beast." He
looked up and tilted his head some before looking around then to the man
coming forward. A touch
psionic wanderer: "Of course, if it's easier to just fix the ship, I say we
focus on that." They didn't need no fancy maps, really. It'd just be helpful
at times. He took another good drink from his thermos. (brb)
Tesarik One: (Would anyone like to use Diplomacy to find out some
information??)
Wolf of Sverrir: given to his insignia, "I found their home, " Well since
its more mental,..no stutter so it didnt come out stuttered. *D
Tesarik One: Mae looked at the group, and then her people, and then the
group again. She slowly headed towards the Elder, and knelt down beside him.
scales change: " Honestly you'd think they were children.. just running into
the unknown without a thought. " Ah, well too late to change that.. well he
set to following after them now though not before looking to Mercy. " You
coming? " -d
Tesarik One: Still rubbing that fur like crazy. It was so soft! And warm!
Roguish Luck: Logen had moved to follow Ranulfr once Elly was on her own
feet. The chimes of his spurs echoed throughout the walls of the caverns. Up
behind Ranulfr he stepped and then to the side to reveal himself. Though he
carried an ominous
restless impulse: "Interesting ... thank you." She'd respond to him, the
insignia was a useful tool. She'd relay this information to the golden man,
and her curiosity would eventually get the better of her, the woman taking
steps towards the crevice
GreyWalkr13: -Looking away from the strange metal door, spyder discovered
the other's moving off. Dammit, not again. Hustling after them, he grumbled
to himself.-
restless impulse: and descending. If there were shadows to blend into ..
she'd blend in out of habit, especially if the new people had something
against those of her skin type. Ears and hair were covered by her hood at
least. [d]
Tesarik One: Mae spoke softly to the Elder, in a pidgin of elvish and
common, so if anyone could hear well they might understand a little bit of it
at least. She was telling how they saved her from monsters. And showing the
blood on her.
Roguish Luck: nature, Logen had a penchant for making himself...less
scary...maybe. He would step forward slow and methodical, heading directly
towards the man with the biggest ratzard cloak. He removed the gloves upon
his hands and tucked them
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly turned to tap her fingers to the emblem since she
realized that not everyone was right there.
"YouRealizeWeDon'tKNowIfTheProtectiveWallsAreFortheInsideOrTheOutside..Right?"
Suddenly a paranoid gnome was paranoid..
Wolf of Sverrir: "It is fine Elly" He even smiled, a broad smile and reached
down ruffleing her hair then looked over tiltinghis head some before shifting
his pack around and was searching in it. *D
Roguish Luck: away into his belt and moved down into a squat and kneel once
more. "You understand this language.. We'll speak softly with low tones."[d]
RageofNocturne: sorry puppy troubles)
Tesarik One: The elderly man blinked slowly and stared at Logen. All his
people looked terrified, but he looked... somewhat interested, though fear
was still behind his eyes. His people were not warriors of any sort, they
could tell that. Fungi
Fun Size Fantasy: The ruffling of her messed up hair got Ran a swat to the
ass before she moved closer to the group of people. Not paying attention to
anything beyond what they looked like.. If they were a hidden civilization..
this was not the
Tesarik One: farmers, rat catchers...fishermen...
Tesarik One: Also, no magic is going to work in this cavern. No items,
nothing. Nothing magical of any sort.
Tesarik One: "Where do you come from?" asked the Elder.
Fun Size Fantasy: group that probably should have met them so soon after the
crack. She hadn't even realized that her pink hair had turned chestnut and
that her eyes were back to their normal green. With it braided and about she
looked like a child
Wolf of Sverrir: He moved on forward as well and looked around some then
back over to where Logen and the Elder stood, frowning at the well fairly
empty pack he grunted to himself then moved over and would stand not far off
looking to the weapons.
SwordOfAtrophy: She brought up the rear as usual, feeling the cave itself
dampen her arts. Well, this was a thing. Not that she couldn't heal without
them, they just helped. It was as she'd thought before, people living in a
place, behind a wall of
SwordOfAtrophy: earth, a wall that was now broken.
Roguish Luck: "Beyond the door.... and further still." Logen was an
offworlder. Speaking of where he comes from would prove more trouble than
what it was worth. "How long have you remained sealed away in this
mountain?"[d]
Wolf of Sverrir: Head tilted a bit more he looked down to the Woading
tattoo a moment seeing the gleam not there and that brought about a slight
frown before he was looking up. *D
Tesarik One: It's been about 3 hours, anyone what wishes to leave will get
full credit.
Fun Size Fantasy: as she moved slowly in her overcoat, tugging it around her
tightly as a connection was removed from inside her very blood.
Tesarik One: that*
Tesarik One: "Everything outside of this place... is dead. Arith is dead. We
alone live.. we were told." He whispered, and then stared over at the Wise
Woman near him, who just stared at him, at a loss for words for once.
Tesarik One: "How long?" He closed one eye thinking. It wasn't as if they
had the sun or moon to tell time. "It has been nearly 10 generations since
our ancestors came into Lacuna."
Fun Size Fantasy: The small person moved over to Logen and leaned much like
a child would as she looked to the man speaking. Her voice was small so she
could whisper to the Alpha and then she tried to not snort at the idea of the
rest of the world
Fun Size Fantasy: dead.
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Wolf of Sverrir: "Th-that is quite untrue, many live on Airth still," he
would look over to the group of people tilting his head some. *D
Tesarik One: "It is not safe on the surface," said the Wise Woman, furrowing
her brow and staring harder at them. She was going to call them a liar....but
they were not from Lacuna, so where did they come from?
SwordOfAtrophy: "They must have hid from some big cataclysm.. like what the
people under the scarred sun must have thought those first days.."
Roguish Luck: "You are mistaken... Arith breathes, weeps and shakes... But
Arith lives." These people didn't know about the Scarring, but something must
have driven them below the surface. "You are correct.." He spoke pointedly
towards the Wise
scales change: Once near enough to the others Art took note of Crack's
sudden lack of lightning sparks.. curious.. and enough to earn the falchion a
return to its sheathe. He kept out of the conversation with the primitives
turning his attention
Tesarik One: A Storyteller stepped forward as the Elder motioned for him. He
spoke in perfect common, better than any of the others, "It was closer to 16
generations, Elder Toren. When Arith was being swallowed by vast waters, a
brave lot of
Roguish Luck: Woman. "It is not safe on the surface... If you remain
ignorant, you will perish.. If you wish to learn the real world...Well,
you'll have a fighting chance."[d]
restless impulse: Mercy was also an offworlder, so any distant (or not so
distant) past that occured before she wound up in this place would be
gobbledegook to her. Nevertheless she'd eavesdop from her maybe hiding place,
pointed ear twitching behind
restless impulse: the fabric. [d]
restless impulse: drop*
Tesarik One: 400 Sarkotans ran for Lacuna, the safest place in all of
Sarkotos, to wait out the flood. But, the flood also moved mountains, and
they had only planned to stay a week, or two." Whatever a week was... He was
just reciting the lore.
Fun Size Fantasy: Elly nodded her head towards the woman. That first
statement couldn't have rung truer from anyone. A strand of hair was pushed
back behind one of her pointed tips and she moved to get closer the others.
A lot of times people never
GreyWalkr13: -Spyder slouched at the back of the group. These people had it
bad enough already, almost food for trolls and finding out their entire
existence was a lie. No need to traumatize them more by looking like he was
going to eat them
Tesarik One: "They could not leave. They had nothing to dig free of the
shieldstone. It protected from even that. Only one way in, one way out. So,
we adapted. Randolph.." The elder held a hand up. The Storyteller would speak
all damn night if
Roguish Luck: "...Were all the moons shining brightly when this flood
came..?" To the point on the matter.
Tesarik One: given the chance.
GreyWalkr13: whole. Merely waiting and watching, he mostly resoved himself
to keeping an eye on the exit to insure it remained unblocked, and also in
case their earlier foes decided to visit.-
Fun Size Fantasy: noticed the little ones but she moved to sit down close to
Maeveen so she could whisper. "You were brave to leave."
scales change: towards the people themselves and the surrondings. The
history lesson earned a curious look out of him. " Wonder if Dunsany or the
Necronian Empire stood back then. " This whispered to himself.. curious
stuff. -d
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Tesarik One: Maeveen glanced to the gnome, she'd never seen one of course,
she looked like a child. She whispered back, "I was cur... curious, is that
the word?"
Fun Size Fantasy: "Curious.. yes that's it. You wanted to know what was
there..I'm curious too."
SwordOfAtrophy: Leena used her Animism, to speak with the stone itself, if
it was able to. Just asking it what it had seen, what these people had done
to survive.
Tesarik One: The Storyteller frowned, "I will have to search our Lore."
Tesarik One: Leena got nothing in return.
SwordOfAtrophy: Story of her life.
Wolf of Sverrir: He turned for a moment and walked back the way they had
come,..right on past the door. The feeling of the surge come through the
woading,..as well as his gear felt. He would search the satchel and was
pulling out a warmer cloak
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Wolf of Sverrir: before heading back in moving over to the girl and knelt
down. "I will trade you, th-this one is softer and warmer." Hey the cloak she
had still held one of his weapons.
Tesarik One: Mae nodded. "I did not see much before I was attacked by
monsters. But so much light, the ceiling was so high!!!"
Roguish Luck: "Sarkotos thrives.." If they were curious. "Navahla is the
capital now, stationed on the north edge of Pincer Lake.." Not likely that it
was going to be the same name they knew... Hell... That might have been
mountain ranges.
Fun Size Fantasy: [ brb baby is crying ]
GreyWalkr13: -Pacing slightly, Spyder was nervous and it transmitted. He
hated caves, really hated caves.-
Tesarik One: She gave his cloak back and took the one offered.
Roguish Luck: "But if you wish to remain here, so be it... The world outside
isn't any safer, but I'll take it over rat hunting and mushroom farming..."
Tesarik One: "This is most interesting. We will have to meet and discuss
what is to be done." Said the Elder. "For now, leave or stay, but Lacuna
must talk, and we must meditate upon the Stone Face."
Wolf of Sverrir: The one given over made of wolf fur, much better than the
slightly coarse displacer beast fur. He would give a smile, draping it over
her shoulders. *D
Fun Size Fantasy: (back)
Roguish Luck: [Welcome back.]
TrueRedBlood: [ -snickers and wonders if the man just proposed to a wild
woman with a fur coat- ]
Tesarik One: She smiled somewhat at Ran and pulled it around her. The Elder
reached over and snatched it off, and handed it back to Ranulfr. "Unless you
are going to marry her, she cannot have such a prize. It is not fair to all
in Lacuna."
Tesarik One: (ha!)
Wolf of Sverrir: He just arched an eyebrow staring and gave a slight grunt
at the elder, thought about smacking him upside the head. "Already married."
*D
TrueRedBlood: [ so glad I wasn't the only one to think that ]
Tesarik One: She frowned as he was snatched off, then got big eyes as the
Elder spoke. She shook her head, and a man further in the group cleared his
throat.
Fun Size Fantasy: ( ty ) "The sky goes on for ages..." She watched as Ran
tried to get back his cloak and then snickered at the Elder. "Logen.. That
crack was only a little while ago.. We could offer a guard if they wish to
take their time.. yes?
Fun Size Fantasy: I'd stay.. Sure Others would too."
Roguish Luck: "I'll stay.. These rocks aren't good for you..."
Tesarik One: "I will show you around!" Maeveen said with a smile.
Wolf of Sverrir: "I can stay, if anything comes th-through th-that door it
will have to go past me." Even without the enchantments on his weapons he
could still slice and dice.
Tesarik One: "What is a sky?" she leaned and asked Elly.
psionic wanderer: Man if he were down there he could've snarked. Oh well.
He'd saved the lady's life, that was his good deed done. He stood up,
finished his coffee, then made his way back to the lake whilst they were all
distracted anyway.
Tesarik One: The Elder spoke, "Maeveen, go to your clan until decisions are
made." She pouted.
Tesarik One: "Maeveen, do not disobey me - again - in front of Lacuna."
Fun Size Fantasy: "On the outside I could still guard.." She said it as if
she wanted to add a duh at the end and then she looked at Mae to answer. "A
sky is air around us and up even further.. beyond the clouds all the way up
to Brighte Eye, Lunne
GreyWalkr13: If I don't go home my wives might come here after me. Their
scarier than the trolls when angry. The trolls only wanted to eat us....those
two. -Shaking his head he gave a wea chuckle. He was also severely
uncomfortable with having a
Tesarik One: She glanced longingly at Elly, wanting to learn, but she rose
and followed a group of primitives away. Other groups stood and walked in
other directions.
Roguish Luck: "Your commanding her around is wearing out my patience, old
man..." Logen warned once.
GreyWalkr13: weak*
scales change: " I'm sure you lot can handle things here. I'll be getting
back to my crew.. " Before someone decided to talk locales into forming a
cult or setting up a pit fightclub. " Anyone else not staying to play Wall? "
-d
psionic wanderer: Or maybe he should stay because they clearly don't have
much experience dealing with other cultures in a non-intrusive way.
Tesarik One: "She is my only daughter, and I am an Elder. She obeys, and
quickly, for two reasons." He stared at Logen.
Fun Size Fantasy: and the others. " Then she moved when Mae moved and slid
over to Logen to stand next to him. "it's their way Logen.. " a slight
warning to his voice. "Would you tell a Zorcan he coldn't talk to his own
people the way he
Fun Size Fantasy: wanted."
Roguish Luck: Elly knew the answer to that.... This -was- Logen.
Fun Size Fantasy: She was trying to make a point.. doesn't mean it had to
make sense. This. -was- Elly.
GreyWalkr13: -Spyder turned back to the entrance with a shake of his head.
He'd have to add a dragon or a fairy princess when he told this to his
children that night.-
Wolf of Sverrir: He justshook his head and frowned but was already pacing
some. A hand rose to rub along the bearded jaawline looking around. *D
psionic wanderer: They already had cave people and an alien, and trolls. Was
a dragon or fairy princess necessary?
Tesarik One: The Elder was now walking away, and some of the larger men had
formed a line guarding where the elders had gone. The Chief, well he was one
of them, but hadn't made himself known.
Roguish Luck: Logen set his eyes upon the elder and for the first time, the
man would see a raw nature to the Northman. "She is a child, curious, unbound
by fear... You should praise her courage, not offer piss poor excuses for not
looking for th
Roguish Luck: the sun."[d]
TrueRedBlood: [ -snickers as she watches Logen and the Croods- ]
Tesarik One: "Her curiosity will get her killed," he said over his shoulder
to Logen, his voice softer, he was actually very afraid for her. After 500
years of being taught this was all the world they had, and that
TrueRedBlood: [ that so makes him Guy ]
Fun Size Fantasy: [ Elly is belt ]
Tesarik One: Arith was dead and dangerous, so dangerous even stepping out
would kill them - which nearly had Mae - it wasn't so easily bypassed. 500
years of fear. It would take some time.
GreyWalkr13: (lol)
Roguish Luck: [....This is truth.]
TrueRedBlood: [ Dun dun dduuuunn! ]
scales change: " And not acting on that curiousity will make her weak. "
Well so much for not opening his mouth. -d
Wolf of Sverrir: "Damned if you do, damned if you dont." More of a mutter to
himself but with a slow grin.
Tesarik One: ^v^ 12/10/2016 12:44:53 AM ^v^
Roguish Luck: Logen was now plotting to kidnap Mae... and slaughter the
rest.
Fun Size Fantasy: "I could stay Logen.. I'm good with people. " Yes she
said it in a way that meant he wasn't.
Tesarik One: Ok this is where we'll end tonight. Your characters can stay
and guard against incoming trolls coming for the juicy bits they knew were
inside the rock all this time.... or you can head home.
Tesarik One: If anyone wishes to sneak Maeveen out of the bastille.... talk
to me.
GreyWalkr13: -Heading back out the passage, Spyder hesitated at the other
passages, his curiosity roused. His self-preservation from a pair of
potentially angry spouses overcoming it. ?Heading out the crack back onto the
mountainside, he took
Fun Size Fantasy: ( Dont forget to check the Fun Stuff page under the TFM !
I'll be adding things for hours )
psionic wanderer: Hey, we know you're terrified out of the outside world,
but you're right, it is extremely dangerous. Also you're fuckups for not
leaving. Well, at least they offered an extremely mixed message for their
first contact.
Roguish Luck: Logen was a people person. But, he wasn't offended in the
least bit. He simply offered a smile towards Elly.[d]
GreyWalkr13: the route home.-
Tesarik One: ^v^ 12/10/2016 12:47:16 AM ^v^
Roguish Luck: It was the exact reason Logen was going to kill the rest of
them. Maeveen would survive the world. The others would perish soon
anyways.[d]
Tesarik One: Thanks y'all.
Fun Size Fantasy: All the more reason elly would stay.. to let them live...
at least until the bloodlust came back.
Roguish Luck: Elly wouldn't make it in the caves...
Roguish Luck: Anti-magic rock beats Elly.
restless impulse: (( thanks for running! ))
Fun Size Fantasy: (( thank you so much Pam.. ))