Scarred Quest: Strength in Numbers, 2 1/24/17 / DM: Mark

[Ellis Strata]

SwordOfAtrophy: --start quest state--

SwordOfAtrophy: OH Scarred Quest: "Strength in Numbers, Part 2"

SwordOfAtrophy: Heroic Level

SwordOfAtrophy: Your leader is Mark.

SwordOfAtrophy: If you have questions please IM me or one of the Moderators.



SwordOfAtrophy: Estimated time is 3 hours from when we actually begin

roleplay.

SwordOfAtrophy: You can die on our adventures and it's my job to kill you,

nothing personal.

SwordOfAtrophy: Make sure your dossier is updated! If it's not on your

dossier you do not have it and this includes mundane gear.

SwordOfAtrophy: Remember when you first use something to tell me how you are



SwordOfAtrophy: able to use it, state all modifiers seperately - after that

you can merely state the numbers.

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



SwordOfAtrophy: Hit Points - Defense DC - Healing Points if applicable,

Flaws, AND WEAKNESSES. Self healing is yours to keep track of.

SwordOfAtrophy: Stating your teamwork skills so you know who has what would

also be a good idea.

SwordOfAtrophy: ---end state---

Scarred Grace: |[ Ceridwen Elensar || Sapphire Defender ||

Support/Healer/Arcane || 2d62 || 45 HP || 11 DDC || 36 Healing Points ||

Blind, Distinctive, Lovesick(Silence) || Mutations: Big Ears, Albino, Blind,

Rune

Brent Ironscale: Brent Ironscale, Sapphire Adept, Combat/Knight/Combat,

2d60, dc=18, hp=46(4 END, 4 WIL, 8 CMs), Flaws: Burned, Code of Honor,

Ill-Fortune, Weakness: Sonic: x1.5 dmg, Teamwork: Coordinated Attack, Scarred

Flaws: Ashen Skin, Light

Scarred Grace: Fingerpints, Cat Tail, Fangs || Teamwork: Coordinated Attack

]|

RageofNocturne: Max/ Sapphire Champion/ 2d64/ HP-32/ DC-20/ Combat/ Fighter/

Flaws: Beastly Instincts, Rough Demeanor, Impious/ Weakness: None/ Teamwork:

None//

SwordOfAtrophy: "Silence" - Sapphire Shield - Combat/Swordmaster, Support -

2d68 - 38 HP (4 wlp) - 10 DDC - Weakness: Cold x2 - Flaws: Bad Seed, Grudge

Keeper (Ceridwen), Weapon Savant: Elven Courtblade - Teamwork: None

Brent Ironscale: Sensitivity, CMs: Hard Knock Life: +2 End for the

Adventure, The Art of War: +6 HP to 6 PCs for the adventure, so all of us get

6 from that.

SwordOfAtrophy: Roll 1d20 Initiative, add all modifiers

OnlineHost: Scarred Grace rolled 1 20-sided die: 6

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Scarred Grace scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Scarred Grace: ( 6 )

Brent Ironscale: Taking Charge: gain first spot on initiative

OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 14

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 4

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

RageofNocturne: +10 -5= 19))

SwordOfAtrophy: (12 MR, -0 Armor mastery) =16

SwordOfAtrophy: Brent 0/46 (16), Max 0/38 (20), Silence 0/44 (10), Ceri 0/51

(11)(0/36)

SwordOfAtrophy: Mistakes?

Scarred Grace: ( Looks good to me )

RageofNocturne: nope good here)

Brent Ironscale: (Good here)

SwordOfAtrophy: Things had gone rather well, all things considered. A lead

on Gerholt had been found, and the scarred went on their merry way to the

hidden fortress he called home. "Nymir" had been it's name, and it

SwordOfAtrophy: was all but a relic now, with the surface structures

destroyed, salvaged or otherwise ravaged by some unknown force until there

was nothing left. The underground portions were still mostly in tact, in

SwordOfAtrophy: some areas, and exploration commenced. A group of raiders of

some kind was discovered, three were dispatched, and since Brent was put to

sleep with poison, the group decided to sit tight until he

SwordOfAtrophy: recovered. We begin again in room #1 of the map, with Brent

having shaken off his illness. (Max can either arrive or pretend he was there

the whole time, his choice.)

SwordOfAtrophy: (Begin RP)

Brent Ironscale: His eyes snapping open as he let out a grunt of annoyance

over what had just happened. Looking around, he sought out Silence and Ceri

to ensure they were okay before levering up to a seated position, shaking his

head as he spoke

SwordOfAtrophy: ^v^ 1/23/2017 9:27:07 PM ^v^

Brent Ironscale: quietly, careful to avoid clacking his teeth as much as

possible. "Well, that was not an enjoyable nap, if I do say so myself.

Everyone okay?" Making sure he had his bearings, he reached into his pack

and fished out one of the

RageofNocturne: :: Lifting his head from his curled up position on the

ground Max would snort a bit as the man did wake up and ohh well that only

meant he couldnt eat him yet. But as the man was awake he would stand up onto

all fours and stretch ou

Brent Ironscale: waterskins he'd brought when they left the tavern to begin

this mission, taking a mouthful before offering it to Ceri or Silence.

"Water, if you need." -d-

RageofNocturne: t his back before shaking his fur out and would end up

digging into his bag to eat something to nourish his emaciated body-D-

SwordOfAtrophy: Silence had taken a position by the wooden door, the one

that would have been easy to get into should somebody stumble across them,

and had barely moved. He waved off the water without looking, intently

staring at the door as though

SwordOfAtrophy: he was going to bore a hole into it, listening for any sound

out of the ordinary. Keeping up with his nickname, he didn't feel the need to

speak yet.

Scarred Grace: Ceri had been sitting near Brent after neutralizing the

poison to make sure that he was fully recovered from the ordeal. When he

moved to sit up, she reached out to give him a pat on the shoulder gently

while making a connection

Scarred Grace: with him. Then she moved up to her feet with the grace of

the dancer she had been before and lifted her staff so that she could move

around without tripping on a rock. Her fingers moved to touch Max on his

back and then she came

Scarred Grace: over to finally touch Silence. All done in the way that Ceri

seemed to have when working on her surroundings. [Spell: Battlefield Medic |

Allows Ceri to form a connection with those she touches to know how they are

doing

Scarred Grace: throughout an adventure ] Then she realized from the sound

of water that Brent was offering and she took the skin to take a small sip

before passing it back. "Thank you, darling."

Brent Ironscale: "Just returning the favor. Thanks for keeping watch over

me, all of you. I feel fine now . . . short of another magical poison, I'll

be fine if we come across any normal kinds. Seems to have woken up some

latent

Brent Ironscale: quality of my ancestry." A slight shrug of his shoulders

to loosen them up then once Ceri was finished drinking he'd stow the water

back in his pack before shrugging into it and making sure all he had was in

place as he readied to

RageofNocturne: :: At the sudden touch while he was blinded by his bag and

eating he would instinctively grown but then the hand was gone and he was

pulling his head from his pack and looked around at the others and stepped

over to them all standi

RageofNocturne: ng upright now-- Ready go?-D-

Brent Ironscale: move on. "What did I miss in my lapse of consciousness?"

He was ashamed he'd succumbed to the poison, but he was doing his best to

move past the failure. Torch taken up and lit after a quick moment, he

readied to take up his

Brent Ironscale: place in progressing when they were ready to move on.

Scarred Grace: "We got some things off the bodies and pulled you back this

way but there hasn't been much beyond that I don't think. I went into nurse

mode." A nudge was given to Silence. "You ready to look for more faces.

None of the ones we

Scarred Grace: downed were Gerolt. He would have recognized me and then

tried to enslave me."

Brent Ironscale: "Well, they didn't seem to need to worry on the recognition

to want you enslaved. So, regardless, I'd say we're on the right track for

sure." Another round of stretching given as he looked to the three of them.

Then he thought on

Brent Ironscale: the map of the place Silence had shared and where they were

in conjunction with where they should go next. "Anything stand out as to why

they were digging and excavating that area? Just trying to make an easier

path, or something

Brent Ironscale: more to t?"

SwordOfAtrophy: "He'd of had fun with that, no doubt. Bout as much fun as

those guys had." He motioned to the steel door. "Unlock that, just in case we

need to use it in a hurry." He reopened the wooden door to the warroom, but

it was just as empty

SwordOfAtrophy: as before. "Aside from maybe making this a base of

operations? Not much. It's tactically brilliant that it's hidden, if there's

another exit."

RageofNocturne: :: With the wooden door opened he would drop to all fours

and make his way over sniffing out into the warroom before making his way out

into it and looking around-D-

Brent Ironscale: He'd nod and move to the steel door, unlocking the bolting

mechanism, taking a moment to look at it to see if it could be tampered with

to prevent it from locking without repairing it. "Most definitely, a good

place to store all

Brent Ironscale: kinds of materials, as well as a safe shelter from some of

the worst of the storms." Looking around at that, he gave a slight shrug.

"Not that we actually have reliable ways of predicting them." If an easy

solution presented

Scarred Grace: "If there is another exit. We have no way of knowing beyond

the stairs that could be rebuilt and the way we came in." Her hand moved to

tuck against Silence's back until she had her lead that kept her following

him and then she

SwordOfAtrophy: The warroom, (9) is half collapsed, the table contains

several manuals on battle tactics, generic books with lots of copies. The

special items within were found already. The only exit leads to 3, where the

bandits corpses lay.

SwordOfAtrophy: Smells like blood that way.

Brent Ironscale: itself about the lock, he'd take care of it, otherwise he'd

just leave it unlocked for the time being.

Scarred Grace: made sure she was back in case people were shooting. No

reason to be the one hit after all. That's what she had Silence for.

SwordOfAtrophy: It's a slide lock, as long as it's down, it'll stay locked

or unlocked.

RageofNocturne: :: With the warroom all clear he would well yes follow the

scent of blood back to Room 3 sniffing each step of the way!-D-

Brent Ironscale: He'd nod a bit to nothing and no one in particular,

clacking his teeth together as he left it as it was, unlocked, and moved to

the door leading to the warroom. He was of a mind to go and inspect that way

for whatever they could

Brent Ironscale: find.

SwordOfAtrophy: 9, 12, and 3 have been basically explored so far

Brent Ironscale: On through the warroom, and through a twist and a turn

would bring him to the door leading to room number 10. He had spoken aloud,

letting them know that was where he was going to go explore next and hoped

they'd follow him. He

Brent Ironscale: was the guy that tried to keep them all alive, after all!

SwordOfAtrophy: Silence followed suit, making sure Ceri was with him. He

wasn't a fan that the man had mentioned names, that meant allies. He was

waiting for the other shoe to drop.

RageofNocturne: :: Once in room 3 he would sniff at the bodies and would

think....and think....and think some more before instinct got the better of

him and he would just have to have some bites from one of the bodies-D-

SwordOfAtrophy: 3 contains the three corpses of the dead, stripped and piled

on top of the rocks for the flies. One door leads to 12, the armory you've

been to, the other is a steel portcullis that is half down. (to 10)

SwordOfAtrophy: Tastes like chicken.

Brent Ironscale: He kept on moving til his steps led him to the portcullis,

examining how much room separated it from the ground. "Think we should try

and brace it with something if we're going to go under it?" He looked to

Silence as he spoke,

Brent Ironscale: then looking around the area to see if such a task was even

possible.

Scarred Grace: Ceri had moved to place a hand over her face for a moment as

she smelled the fresh kills and leftover poison from the room. While she

knew she wasn't effected her sense of smell had a way of making her life

miserable at times.

Scarred Grace: Since they seemed to be paused though, she tilted her head

and sought out for more whispers that might lead them towards the man they

were searching for. [Listen?}

SwordOfAtrophy: Go for it

OnlineHost: Scarred Grace rolled 1 20-sided die: 11

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Scarred Grace scored 0 poynts damage ~*~He eyed the

Scarred Grace: [ 11 + 5 big ears + 4 wild spirit + 1 survival ring = 21 ]

SwordOfAtrophy: He eyed the gate, then moved closer, reaching out with an

arm to jiggle it. "Seems pretty stuck, we can try going under it, or see if

there's a control lever somewhere. Doesn't look like it'll fall. This piece

of the wall is broken.

SwordOfAtrophy: " He pointed to an indent that was holding the gate up.

Brent Ironscale: He nodded as Silence pointed out what he did. Brent wasn't

too familiar with the workings of such, so he was defaulting to playing it

safe with his suggestion. "I'll go under, see if there's a lever on the

other side, make sure

RageofNocturne: :: After he was satisfied he would move away from the bodies

and over to the portcullis and got as low as he could to the ground looking

through the opening to see if he could spot anything-D-

SwordOfAtrophy: Roll for it

Brent Ironscale: the way's as clear as it can be before we all trudge

through it." As he said it, he made to start doing just that. "Give me a

few moments, I'm just gonna check where the hall goes, see if it's clear and

come back." That said, he

OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 16

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

Brent Ironscale: started sliding his way through the gap.

RageofNocturne: +5 lert +3 canine eyes +1 survival ring +1 cresent moon

bonus= 26))

Scarred Grace: "Hmm.. I think I hear water.. possibly even a fire crackling

but they are faint." So likely not in the next room but sometimes she wasn't

so sure. Her fingers firmed on the lead that Silence had for her as she felt

the other two

Scarred Grace: moving away without them. Part of her wasn't ready to put

herself in harm's way but she didn't like feeling too far away that she

wouldn't be able to help either.

SwordOfAtrophy: This was once the barracks, long rows of beds align either

side of the long room. A door on the right is hanging on it's hinges, rubble

and sand blocking the passage. A door at the far end seems

SwordOfAtrophy: perfectly well enough.

RageofNocturne: :: After having a look he would look to the others and

snorted-- Beds, shiny under some of them. Box under one. --he said stating

what he saw but Brent was already sliding his way through and so the dog man

would wait until the man

RageofNocturne: was through before under himself-D-

SwordOfAtrophy: "An underground well or river would make this place a prime

hideout." Things made more sense now. He turned to Ceri. "The gate here is

only about two feet high, do you want me to go through, then you can lay on

your back and I'll

SwordOfAtrophy: tug you under by your arms? Or would you rather risk

crawling, the bottom has some sharp edges

Brent Ironscale: Once he had made it through, he readied himself for the

worst of things, strapping his shield into place on his left arm and

loosening the straps of his scabbards. Ready as he could be, he advanced,

nodding as he heard the

Scarred Grace: There was a look on her face when he turned to her as if to

say he should know the answer of what she would prefer and then she moved to

step around him as her hands reached for the porticullis to feel it as she

began to lower down

Brent Ironscale: information about the bunks and the possibility of

accessible water. Moving forward as lightly as he could, he eased his way

down the stretch of the hall, heading towards door number 4. -d-

Scarred Grace: onto her knees to see if she could feel how far down she

would really have to go. "Hey Max. C'mere boy. Come get my staff and if you

chew it to hell I'm going to beat you with it." Her staff slid a little

forward so someone could

Scarred Grace: grab it and then she got as low as she could manage to make

it across blindly. Feeling around for bits of rubble or sand that would

cause her to slip in her wraps.

SwordOfAtrophy: The look on his face, the one she couldn't see, said 'yep,

this girl would be dead if it weren't for me, and this is the thanks I get.'

But he shrugged it off and the stoic look returned. Once Ceri was through to

the other side, he

SwordOfAtrophy: trench crawled under the gate to join them.

RageofNocturne: :: With him being called and the staff coming through he

would turn around and bit onto it to pull it through and hold it in the

meantime but that didnt stop him from going over to the bed he had seen the

box under!-D-

SwordOfAtrophy: Its a simple lockbox, the lock long broken, and its covered

with plumes of dust.

SwordOfAtrophy: Once he was through, he moved to look for the shiney bits

mentioned, because that usually meant metal.

Brent Ironscale: As Max busied himself with the box, Brendan busied himself

with keeping his senses attuned to their surroundings. They were

underground, with only torchlight to lead them. For once, his eyes weren't

bothering him that badly. "I

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 19

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

Brent Ironscale: could get used to this, even with it being underground.

SwordOfAtrophy: (alert 5 = 24)

Brent Ironscale: Satisfied nothing was in their proximity, he spent a few

moments poking around the room(search).

OnlineHost: Brent Ironscale rolled 1 20-sided die: 6

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Brent Ironscale scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Brent Ironscale: (+5 Investigator, +1 Perception = 12)

RageofNocturne: :: Staff was still kept in his jaws as he used his hands to

pull the box out and would shuffle backwards sniffing then sneezing from the

dust on the box and opened it to see what was inside!-D-

Brent Ironscale: (Lol, Brent*)

SwordOfAtrophy: Between the pair of them, they found maybe two dozen shards

of silver and azulbright, glinting and glowing. (Evolution find)

Scarred Grace: "Max... Max!" She had managed to get to the other side but

she as feeling around for the dog that had walked away with her walking

stick. There was a tone in her voice as she went to try and follow the dog's

smell to find him,

SwordOfAtrophy: It was a soldiers barracks, so he found the porn stash, all

kinds and all types. Excellent trade materials.

Scarred Grace: hoping there wasn't a bed or table or anything in her way as

she went with her hands out and her steps slow.

SwordOfAtrophy: There were beds everywhere, so every few feet she ran into

one.

Brent Ironscale: A gleam in his eyes as he compared his find with everyone

else, making sure to wrap up the shards carefully before stowing the ones he

found in his pack. "Once we know it's clear, we can work on finding another

exit, if we don't

RageofNocturne: :: Well the materials were put into his pack because he

could always trade it for bones! And meat and more bones! But then he heard

Ceri and turned looking over to her and stepped over only to stop and once

she was close he would nu

RageofNocturne: dge her with his nose and snort holding out her staff which

was by now nice and drooly in the middle for her to take-D-

Brent Ironscale: find one in the process." Taking a better look around the

room, he spotted the door leading off towards a different room, as well as

the portcullis leading towards what looked like a hall of some direction.

Moving closer towards

Brent Ironscale: it, he examined it and the area around it to see if there

was a mechanism to lower and raise it before he did anything else.

Scarred Grace: Her hand came down a little roughly on his head as she became

surprised to find him suddenly there. Then she felt further until she could

grab her staff. "Thank you.." Though her voice was huffy when she did it.

Setting the

Scarred Grace: bottom down she started to move around the room better

without banging up her knees and shins. When she felt a difference in the

air denoting a doorway, she paused and tilted her head again to listen once

more for the water and

Scarred Grace: fire. ( LIsten again? )

Brent Ironscale: Well, the mun goofed, so he was making his way to the door

to room number four, seeing if it would open easily enough to allow him

entry. -d-

SwordOfAtrophy: Stowing away the metal, it was never not needed, he resumed

standing by Ceri so she could have her leash back. Everything settled here,

it was time to join up with Brent and move on.

SwordOfAtrophy: Sure

OnlineHost: Scarred Grace rolled 1 20-sided die: 1

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Scarred Grace scored 0 poynts damage ~*~The door opens,

and immediately

Scarred Grace: ( +10 = 11 wow )

SwordOfAtrophy: three bats rush through, dive bombing Brent on the way by

before disappearing into the ceiling.

Scarred Grace: Ceri ducked down as she heard a noise. "What in the world

was that?"

SwordOfAtrophy: "Just a couple bats.

SwordOfAtrophy: *"

Scarred Grace: Ceri shuddered at the thought of the flying vermin and then

reached out to grab her lead on Silence one more time. "Bats mean bat shit.

I'm washing all your boots when we get back.. Max.. you'll have to be given a

bath."

Brent Ironscale: Well, he couldn't help but to chuckle a bit at that, having

thankfully gotten his shield up to make sure they didn't get trapped near his

face. "Heh, they seemed in quite the hurry." Looking to Ceri, he thought on

that but just

Brent Ironscale: simply nodded. "If you insist, I'll thank you for it."

-d-

SwordOfAtrophy: Another storage room, crates and boxes that have long since

been opened and emptied, possibly by the residents of Avandale themselves.

There's a slight breeze in the room, and a general uneasy

SwordOfAtrophy: feeling. To the right is another collapsed door, to the

immediate left along the same wall as your entry, is a door, to the left

along the wall is another archway that leads to a hallway. (Listen)

Scarred Grace: "If it's not done.. that's how I'll smell you for weeks until

you step in something else.." She gave a grin towards the knight as they

moved forward.

OnlineHost: Scarred Grace rolled 1 20-sided die: 6

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Scarred Grace scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Scarred Grace: [ +10 = 16 ]

Brent Ironscale: He took careful note of the first impression the room gave,

along with the uneasy edge it carried with it. Trying to push beyond what

his eyes saw, he slowed his breathing as he tried to hone in on anything

specific that would

RageofNocturne: :: Bath? No have water waste. --he said and shook his fur

out a bit then looked to the doorway and would make his way inside-D-

Brent Ironscale: catch his attention.

OnlineHost: Brent Ironscale rolled 1 20-sided die: 2

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Brent Ironscale scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 8

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Brent Ironscale: (+5 Alert, +1 Perception = 8)

RageofNocturne: +6= 14))

RageofNocturne: +5 alert +1 survival ring)

SwordOfAtrophy: Another storage room, crates and boxes that have long since

been opened and emptied, possibly by the residents of Avandale themselves.

There's a slight breeze in the room, and a general uneasy

SwordOfAtrophy: feeling. To the right is another collapsed door, to the

immediate left along the same wall as your entry, is a door, to the left

along the wall is another archway that leads to a hallway. (Listen)

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 5

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: (damn button)

SwordOfAtrophy: (10)

Scarred Grace: Ceri reached out towards her group and almost instantly

connected with them on the mental level using her telepahty. [Telepathic

Bond - Spell allows her to form a telepathic conversation with her allies ]

OnlineHost: Scarred Grace rolled 1 100-sided die: 79

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Scarred Grace scored 13 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: Donezo

Scarred Grace: [ Pass! ] Now they would all hear herself and the others in

their heads. "I can hear the fire and the water but they are from two

different locations. But there is also whispers coming from the direction of

the fire.." Her hand

Scarred Grace: moved with her staff to point towards (13). "But the water

comes from there.." And this time she pointed to (5).

Brent Ironscale: As he felt Ceri connect to his mind, his metallic teeth

glistened as his lips split in a grin. As he looked to the direction of the

fire and the whispers, he looked over to Silence a moment. "Well, suppose we

should check on the

Brent Ironscale: whispers first, hmm?" He loosed his thinblade from its

scabbard, twirling it in a light routine to limber up his sword arm. -d-

RageofNocturne: :: He stepped over to Ceri's side and looked towards the

door leading to 13 and opened his mouth his tongue hanging out as he bared

his teeth speaking through that connection she created-- More fight....more

eat....-D-

SwordOfAtrophy: "Sounds like an idea.. if they're whispering, it's likely

they know someone is here." He looked to the door next to them, then the

hallway at the end, where light was slightly visible. "Max, go to the end

down there and peer around

SwordOfAtrophy: the corner. Stay low." He was a dog, they might not think

anything of him if they just saw his head.

RageofNocturne: :: He nodded and would take a bonus precaution. He would

shapeshift into his canine form to look more like a proper dog. He then would

make his way slowly and as quietly as he could down to the corner to peer

around-D-

RageofNocturne: spot?))

SwordOfAtrophy: Go for it

RageofNocturne: activating Lucky Bonus: You are completely aware of your

surroundings, you are able to pass one Spot check a day.))

Scarred Grace: ( . }

RageofNocturne: :: On seeing what he did he continued to watch though

through the connection would tell the others what he was seeing!-- Big big

monster....Four men...busy with monster....like big ape....two chains on arms

held by two... They in fa

RageofNocturne: r corner of room....fire on other side of them....none see

me.-D-

Scarred Grace: "Did the big ape have a green band around his head like the

one we found on Boom?"

RageofNocturne: :: No see any no....it big....twelve tall if a foot. --he

said so they knew exactly how big this thing was.-- What do now? Maybe can

distract to let monster kill them?-D-

Brent Ironscale: Listening as he heard the explanation of what was going on,

he looked between the three of them, weighing the options on the table.

"Whatever we do, we need to consider the fact that the beast might attack us

and be ready for it to

Scarred Grace: Ceri turned her head towards the two men that were still in

the small room with her. "Damn I was thinking the ape might have been our

old buddy .. I guess it still could be but.. the decision is yours. I'll be

right behind you."

Scarred Grace: A grin was flashed to them both. "Though if I have to

distract them to let the ape eat them.. I can."

Brent Ironscale: happen." This was said through the mind link Ceri had

established. "Either way, I should be able to hold the bulk of their

attention until we can manage the situation." He'd nod to that, psyching

himself up to get ready to do

Brent Ironscale: what he could to be a walking meat shield. -d-

RageofNocturne: :: That yes to distract? --he asked and kept watching the

men as he bared his teeth getting ready to do what i dog did best...bark and

howl but he would wait for the full decision to be made before doing so-D-

Scarred Grace: Silence and Brent were both very good at pissing people off.

It's what made her like them so much. It meant she never had to mend her own

attire. One pale hand moved along the other arm a moment as she took a

breath and waited

Scarred Grace: for Silence to say something.

SwordOfAtrophy: "If they're like the ones from before, they will definitely

be distracted by you. Plus they probably have more of that poison. So, if

we're going to go, let's make it soon."

Scarred Grace: "Max.. are you immune to Poison?" Ceri moved forward then as

the boys prepared themselves. Feeling around the wall to go for the door

where she smelt the dog.

Brent Ironscale: He'd nod softly to himself, then more forcefully to Silence

once he was ready. Shield up and ready to lead the way, he looked to Silence

then. "When you're ready, throw open the door and I'll charge through and

take the initial

Brent Ironscale: distraction. Max, be ready to come in and attack, focus

all attacks until we get through them all . . . I should be able to hold out

long enough." A slight grin on his lips, clacking his teeth together as he

chuckled. -d-

RageofNocturne: :: Immune? No...--he said but would snort-- Barking

now....should distract to let monster loose...--he said before he opened his

maw and began barking and howling!-D-

SwordOfAtrophy: "What the ell?" The one closest to them turned, as did the

man beside him. The ape, seized the moment of the slack in the restraits to

try and break free. (Right arm)

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 17

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: (12 Str = 29)

SwordOfAtrophy: The man holding the chain tried to keep his grip.

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 10

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: (9 qck, agile athlete = 19)

SwordOfAtrophy: The beasts right arm is free!

SwordOfAtrophy: Brent 0/46 (16), Port Slaver 1 0/?? (19), Max 0/38 (20),

Port Slaver 2 0/?? (17), Silence 0/44 (10), Ceri 0/51 (11)(0/36), Port

Slaver 3 0/?? (19)(10), Port Slaver 4 0/?? (17)(10), Smithing Beast

SwordOfAtrophy: 0/90 (10)

SwordOfAtrophy: -Brent-

Brent Ironscale: He sighed audibly as Max started barking, shaking his head

as he readied himself and opened the door, moving into room 13 with his

shield up and at the ready, looking between the beast and the first three

handlers. "You lot are

Brent Ironscale: what they left behind to hold this place? You couldn't

hold water in pristine vases!" (Incite to Anger, target is Smithing Beast

plus Charisma bonus of 3 extra: Slavers 1, 2, 3. Taunts them first round,

roll-off each consecutive

Brent Ironscale: round, also activating Pillar for saves).

SwordOfAtrophy: Beast is immune to taunt.

Brent Ironscale: Well . . . he wasn't expecting that. "Going to be more

intresting than I thought!" He called out as a warning to the group.

SwordOfAtrophy: The other three turn away from the barking dog to the guy

who just walked in. "Pfft, you picked a bad place to walk your dog, friend!"

SwordOfAtrophy: -Slaver 1-

Brent Ironscale: He just let out a rumbling sigh as he heard that. "Every

place is a bad place to do that these days."

SwordOfAtrophy: The leader charged towards Brent, swords in his hands. "Oh

just shut your face and die!" Hack slash and stuff.

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 5

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: (9 qck, 3 DP = 17, Miss

SwordOfAtrophy: -Max-

Brent Ironscale: Readied for the attack, he twisted and moved with the

strikes, just staying out of reach of the attempts.

Scarred Grace: Ceri couldn't help but snicker as she waited for Brent and

the others to move more forward and then she was there peaking through the

door. Brent had their attention so she was sure she could 'look' now.

RageofNocturne: :: With Brent drawing the attention of most of them he would

now shapeshift back to his normal form and would rush out for Slaver 1

snapping out with his jaws for the mans arm to rip into some flesh and yank

it possibly from the joi

RageofNocturne: nt-D-

OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 9

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

RageofNocturne: +11 strength= 20))

SwordOfAtrophy: Hit

OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 2 64-sided dice: 15 46

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 8 poynts damage ~*~

RageofNocturne: savage maw))

OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 2 8-sided dice: 1 1

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

RageofNocturne: + 11 str= 21))

SwordOfAtrophy: 16 def = 5 damage

SwordOfAtrophy: Brent 0/46 (18), Port Slaver 1 5/?? (19), Max 0/38 (20),

Port Slaver 2 0/?? (17), Silence 0/44 (10), Ceri 0/51 (11)(0/36), Port

Slaver 3 0/?? (19), Port Slaver 4 0/?? (17)(10), Smithing Beast 0/90

SwordOfAtrophy: (10)

SwordOfAtrophy: -Slaver 2-

SwordOfAtrophy: Slaver 2 followed the first, because Brent had dat machismo,

and tried to carve him a new face. No witty one liner though.

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 1

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: And failed spectacularly.

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 6-sided die: 2

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Scarred Grace: Quite spectactularly.

SwordOfAtrophy: He fell down.

SwordOfAtrophy: Brent 0/46 (18), Port Slaver 1 5/?? (19), Max 0/38 (20),

*Port Slaver 2 0/?? (17), Silence 0/44 (10), Ceri 0/51 (11)(0/36), Port

Slaver 3 0/?? (19), Port Slaver 4 0/?? (17)(10), Smithing Beast

SwordOfAtrophy: 0/90 (10)

SwordOfAtrophy: -Silence-

Brent Ironscale: Stepping free of his tripping assailant, he kept his

attention split between the one on the ground, the one that had swung with

blinding fury and the one he knew would be coming in still. Plus, there was

that untauntable beast.

Brent Ironscale: That one had him nervous a bit.

SwordOfAtrophy: Well, was he going to miss a chance to stab a dude who was

on the ground? Nope. The man went by Brent sprawled on the ground, and

Silence emerged from the door in a leap to slam his sword down into the face.

Zelda style.

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 12

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 12 Str, Power Attack, 3 Dance partner = 27

SwordOfAtrophy: Hit

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 68-sided dice: 41 65

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 17 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 8-sided dice: 8 2

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 17 + 20 (Vakkar does double damage to elves) + 12 Str + 6

2Handed weapon +3 DP = 58 damage

SwordOfAtrophy: He died via sword to face. All helpless.. Silence is a

meanie jerkface.

SwordOfAtrophy: Brent 0/46 (18), Port Slaver 1 5/?? (19), Max 0/38 (20),

*Port Slaver 2 42/30 (17), Silence 0/44 (10), Ceri 0/51 (11)(0/36), Port

Slaver 3 0/?? (19), Port Slaver 4 0/?? (17)(10), Smithing Beast

SwordOfAtrophy: 0/90 (10)

SwordOfAtrophy: -Ceri-

Scarred Grace: "Has anyone seen my dog...?" Ceri made sure her presence was

heard as she moved away from the door and towards the fire. Knowing the ears

that heard her were connected to minds that she could fuck with.. perhaps.

"Oh.. you seem

Scarred Grace: to have a itty bitty problem.. don't you gentlemen?" Her

blind eyes turning towards the ape as she said it. The blind elf just

smiling like it wasn't a battle while her magic extended out from herself and

her allies.

Scarred Grace: (Spell: Mental Battlefield | Allows Ceri to use her senses to

locate and fight with the others)

OnlineHost: Scarred Grace rolled 1 100-sided die: 29

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Scarred Grace scored 3 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: Golden

Scarred Grace: As soon as she felt the connection solidify, Ceri grinned and

reached out towards Slaver3 since he was still in the middle of moving

towards Brent with rage. Raw psionic energy flowing from her into the mind

of the other to stab at

Scarred Grace: his nerve endings and cause just a teensy bit of agony.

(Invocation: Inflict Pain 2d8 / Eldritch Focus )

OnlineHost: Scarred Grace rolled 1 20-sided die: 4

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Scarred Grace scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Scarred Grace: [ + 10 int = no but it was fun to try ]

SwordOfAtrophy: but at least her battlefield is up

SwordOfAtrophy: -Slaver 3-

SwordOfAtrophy: He paused for a second at the tingly feeling, though he

attributed to the woman who came looking for her dog (and her ta tas), before

he decided he hated Brent and tried to fill him full of short stabby holes.

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 15

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 27, Hit

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 70-sided dice: 55 15

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 10 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 5-sided dice: 3 2

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 15 + 9 qck, dex fighter + 4 DWF + 3 DP = 31 damage

Brent Ironscale: Doing what he could to ensure his shield stayed in the way

of the attempts, he did his best to focus on directing the attacks to glance

off the tougher portions of his armor(+32 DEF, Knight armor).

SwordOfAtrophy: Boo, Hiss

SwordOfAtrophy: 0 damage

SwordOfAtrophy: -Slaver 4, busy holding the monster-

SwordOfAtrophy: -Smithing Beast-

SwordOfAtrophy: Left arm free attempt

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 3

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 15

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 8

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 17, Arm is held.

SwordOfAtrophy: Brent 0/46 (18), Port Slaver 1 5/?? (19), Max 0/38 (20),

Silence 0/44 (10), Ceri 0/51 (11)(0/36), Port Slaver 3 0/?? (19), Port

Slaver 4 0/?? (17)(10), Smithing Beast 0/90 (10)

SwordOfAtrophy: -Brent-

Brent Ironscale: A nod of thanks sent towards his companions, he stepped up

to close the gap that Max had provided between himself and the first slaver,

keeping an eye on the third as he focused his attacks on Slaver 1, leading

with a wide swing of

Brent Ironscale: his shield, he followed with a darting thrust of the

thinblade, aiming for center mass on the latter strike(First Combat bonus di,

also innates: Dex Fighter, Dual Wield, Sword and Board, Shield Weapon). -d-

OnlineHost: Brent Ironscale rolled 1 20-sided die: 9

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Brent Ironscale scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Brent Ironscale: (+8 quick = 17)

SwordOfAtrophy: Miss

SwordOfAtrophy: -Slaver 1-

SwordOfAtrophy: Incite break

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 7

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: Brent Ironscale rolled 1 20-sided die: 4

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Brent Ironscale scored 0 poynts damage ~*~+5 Resist

SwordOfAtrophy: Taunt = 12

Brent Ironscale: (+3 Charisma = 7 . . . yay dice!)

SwordOfAtrophy: Well he didn't have to attack Brent, but he was going to.

Using the fact his buddy was helping to try and find the weak points and stab

him something serious. (Vital Strike, dbl roll)

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 20

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 2 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: Critical Hit

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 4 70-sided dice: 48 29 7 47

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 17 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 5-sided dice: 3 4

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 34 + 7 + 9 + 4 + 3 = 57 damage

Brent Ironscale: (CM: Style of Cordun Combat Style: Like a Rock! - 1/2 dmg

evade at Sapphire) He braced himself for the oncoming attack, getting his

shield up to block his vital areas, but relying on the bulk of his armor.

"You'll never break this

Brent Ironscale: defense!" (32 Def Armor, +5 from shield = 37 DEF total).

SwordOfAtrophy: 1/2 to 28, armored to 0

SwordOfAtrophy: -Max-

RageofNocturne: :: Keeping eyes on Slaver 1 Max would snarl and rush on all

fours but would inevitably rise to his feet and would use those knuckle claws

of his to punch and slash across the mans back-D-

OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 19

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

RageofNocturne: +11= 30)

SwordOfAtrophy: Hit

RageofNocturne: actually 33)) with fighters weapon

OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 2 64-sided dice: 14 47

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 7 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 2 10-sided dice: 4 5

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

RageofNocturne: + 11 str +5 unarmed focus +3 fighters weapon= 35 dmg))

SwordOfAtrophy: 19 damage

SwordOfAtrophy: Brent 0/46 (18), Port Slaver 1 24/?? (19), Max 0/38 (20),

Silence 0/44 (10), Ceri 0/51 (11)(0/36), Port Slaver 3 0/?? (19), Port

Slaver 4 0/?? (17)(10), Smithing Beast 0/90 (10)

SwordOfAtrophy: -Silence-

SwordOfAtrophy: Slaver 1 turned to 3. "Will you please put that dog down? He

keeps trying to eat me." 3 just looked back and shrugged.

Scarred Grace: "Good boy Max."

SwordOfAtrophy: Silence was finished wrenching his blade free of the dead

man, and moved to step in between Brent and Slaver 3, using the swordmasters

dance art to try and lead him away and create some space. Before cleaving him

in half.

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 15

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 30

SwordOfAtrophy: Hit

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 68-sided dice: 47 66

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 18 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 8-sided dice: 1 2

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 18 + 6 + 12 + 6 + 3 = 45 damage

SwordOfAtrophy: (Quickstep - evade) He was so focused on Brent, that he

ducked and dodged away to get back to him.

SwordOfAtrophy: -Ceri-

Scarred Grace: Ceri wasn't ready to give up on working against the others

just yet but she held onto the fragile bond she had with the others of the

room as her lids closed and then her head cocked to the side as she once more

went after #3. It

Scarred Grace: seemed best to leave #4 where he was holding the beast back

until they were ready to handle him. Once more seeking the nerve clusters

within the man's body to send psionic shocks through them.

OnlineHost: Scarred Grace rolled 1 10-sided die: 8

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Scarred Grace scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Scarred Grace: ( wrong dice )

OnlineHost: Scarred Grace rolled 1 20-sided die: 2

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Scarred Grace scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Scarred Grace: ( rofl.. 12 )

SwordOfAtrophy: Miss

SwordOfAtrophy: -SLaver 3-

SwordOfAtrophy: Incite break

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 19

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: Brent Ironscale rolled 1 20-sided die: 18

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Brent Ironscale scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 24

Brent Ironscale: (21)

Scarred Grace: (..... -has a covnersation with the OH about his sexism- )

SwordOfAtrophy: Now that, for some reason, he didn't want to murder Brent

anymore, he followed his bosses orders to attack Max.

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 6

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 18, Miss

SwordOfAtrophy: -Slaver 4, still holding that chain-

SwordOfAtrophy: -Beast-

SwordOfAtrophy: Break left arm free

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 6

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 18

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 16

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 25, Still held

SwordOfAtrophy: Brent 0/46 (18), Port Slaver 1 24/?? (19), Max 0/38 (20),

Silence 0/44 (10), Ceri 0/51 (11)(0/36), Port Slaver 3 0/?? (19), Port

Slaver 4 0/?? (17)(10), Smithing Beast 0/90 (10)

SwordOfAtrophy: -Brent-

Brent Ironscale: He cast a quick look over to Slaver 4. That one was pretty

adept at controlling the Beast. Turning his attention back to the fight, he

focused in on Slaver 3 as he attacked Max, leading with a thrust from the

thinblade, following

Brent Ironscale: with a quick, repetitive strike from his sheild to the

Slaver's ribcage(Bastion of Strength - Double Roll).

OnlineHost: Brent Ironscale rolled 1 20-sided die: 4

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Brent Ironscale scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

Brent Ironscale: (Miss)

SwordOfAtrophy: -Slaver 1-

SwordOfAtrophy: He was a little more than annoyed now, but at least maybe

the dog would be at bay. He assaulted Brent again, looking deeper for the

soft spots in the armor he wore. (Chink in the Armor, negate def)

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 9

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 21, Hit

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 70-sided dice: 56 26

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 12 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 5-sided dice: 1 1

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 14 + 16 = 30 damage, no defense

Brent Ironscale: Well, no matter what he tried, his best-laid plan seemed to

skip right on by him. This one would hurt in the morning . . . who was he

kidding? It hurt now! (Nada, taking it)

SwordOfAtrophy: Brent 30/46 (18), Port Slaver 1 24/?? (19), Max 0/38 (20),

Silence 0/44 (10), Ceri 0/51 (11)(0/36), Port Slaver 3 0/?? (19), Port

Slaver 4 0/?? (17)(10), Smithing Beast 0/90 (10)

SwordOfAtrophy: -Max-

RageofNocturne: :: A drop to all fours was his best bet to get away from

Slaver 3 who went past him. He then looked back to Slaver 1 and would now

jump forward to tackle the man down his knuckle claws driving right into

kidney territory -D-

OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 17

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

RageofNocturne: +14= 31))

Brent Ironscale: A slight grunt was what he gave in response to it, hunching

over from the wounds he'd taken. Still, he kept to his feet, grunting as he

fought til he succeeded in standing straight once more.

SwordOfAtrophy: Hit

OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 2 64-sided dice: 55 46

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 16 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 2 10-sided dice: 7 7

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

RageofNocturne: +19= 49 dmg))

SwordOfAtrophy: 33 damage

SwordOfAtrophy: Brent 30/46 (18), Port Slaver 1 57/35 (19), Max 0/38 (20),

Silence 0/44 (10), Ceri 0/51 (11)(0/36), Port Slaver 3 0/?? (19), Port

Slaver 4 0/?? (17)(10), Smithing Beast 0/90 (10)

RageofNocturne: rolling for Lust of Humanoid Flesh) DC-15 vs Wlp))

OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 1

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

RageofNocturne: 1)

RageofNocturne: :: As the man went slack under him he growled then snarled

as he couldnt help but begin to bite through robes and tear into the Slavers

flesh and bone to devour!-D-

SwordOfAtrophy: And everyone was a little creeped out by the dog chowing

down.

Scarred Grace: She should have brought the rolled up newspaper.. it sounded

horrible.

SwordOfAtrophy: -Silence-

RageofNocturne: brb))

SwordOfAtrophy: While the two men who weren't used to Max's antics were all

horrified, Silence simply took advantage of the sudden still to drive his

courtblade into the chest of the 3rd slaver, then wrench it free and break

his ribcage open.

SwordOfAtrophy: (Vital Strike, dbl roll)

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 15

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 30

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 4 68-sided dice: 23 26 39 15

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 11 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 8-sided dice: 8 7

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 11 + 30 + 21 = 63 damage

SwordOfAtrophy: And there was now a third messy corpse.

SwordOfAtrophy: Brent 30/46 (18), Max 0/38 (20), Silence 0/44 (10), Ceri

0/51 (11)(0/36), Port Slaver 3 47/35 (19), Port Slaver 4 0/?? (17)(10),

Smithing Beast 0/90 (10)

SwordOfAtrophy: -Ceri-

Scarred Grace: "Gerolt.. it's Ceri.. from Priviola. Do you remember me and

my friends? We're going to make sure these bad men don't hurt you but I need

you to not hurt me too okay?" Her voice had that lilting tone to it that she

always used

Scarred Grace: when she was trying to chat with someone that didn't know

her. The one that made her seem sweet and innocent. That reminded many of

years ago when the elves didn't care as much. Her feet were shuffling a

little across the b

Scarred Grace: bloodied floor as she headed straight for the ape and the man

that was holding his chain. Then one of her hands seemed to flick which

caused a rock to lift up from the rubble around them and fly straight at the

back of the man's

Scarred Grace: head. [ Telekinetic Thrust / Attack +12 dmg / EF ]

Scarred Grace: [ DC 26 if I pass the scarred check ]

OnlineHost: Scarred Grace rolled 1 100-sided die: 18

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ Scarred Grace scored 1 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy:

Scarred Grace: ( We should have done a tower with my rolls.. )

Brent Ironscale: (Tower Buddies for Life!)

SwordOfAtrophy: -Slaver 4, holding the chain, but distracted by Ceri's purty

face, d'awwww-

Scarred Grace: She was just chatting and talking as nothing happened so it

looked like she was talking down the Beast at least.. no one had any idea how

frustrated the elf really was.

SwordOfAtrophy: -Beast-

SwordOfAtrophy: The slaver holding the chain was distracted by Ceri

approaching a behemoth so close, and by her stunning beauty, when the Beast

suddenly used it's free hand to reach over and grab him by the skull,

SwordOfAtrophy: and proceed to slam him around like the Hulk did to Loki.

(Hidden Rage, with one arm free for 3 turns, auto hit on any held arm, no

defense allowed.)

Scarred Grace: Puny God.

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 3 80-sided dice: 20 49 51

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 17 poynts damage ~*~

OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 4 10-sided dice: 2 8 1 10

SwordOfAtrophy: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~

SwordOfAtrophy: 38 + 12 Str + 5 Brawler + 12 Unarmed master = 65 damage, no

defense

SwordOfAtrophy: Brent 30/46 (18), Max 0/38 (20), Silence 0/44 (10), Ceri

0/51 (11)(0/36), Port Slaver 4 65/30 (17)(10), Smithing Beast 0/90 (10)

SwordOfAtrophy: Anyone feel up for tangling with the beast?

Brent Ironscale: Seeing the Beast take care of the last Slaver, Brent went

and did something pretty crazy given rational thinking and slid his sword

back to its scabbard, holding his hands up placatingly to the Beast. "We

good?" (If it's not

Scarred Grace: ( as in keep going or pause? )

Brent Ironscale: aggressive towards us, I see no reason to make it so).

SwordOfAtrophy: I mean, anyone intending on attacking it

Scarred Grace: ( Oh.. no )

SwordOfAtrophy: Then combat over.

Scarred Grace: Ceri was trying to be all smiles and cute with the big guy.

"That's you isn't it Gerolt?"

SwordOfAtrophy: The ape smacked it's chest once, then reached for the anvil

in the room, bashing the big metal cuffs on his wrists against it. Then

waited.

SwordOfAtrophy: (It's been 3, anyone who needs to go, can)

Brent Ironscale: He'd nod to what he thought it was implying, looking to

Silence. "I'm pretty sure it wants to be freed. I could probably break

them, but if you have any hand at smithing, you're probably better at it than

I am." -d-

SwordOfAtrophy: You guys kinda burst in and missed the room descrip, but

half of it is a smithy.

RageofNocturne: :: As combat ended the dog man was ripping the final chunks

of meat from the body under him and swallowing them down as he looked around

and growled before looking over whatever Slaver 1 had on him-D-

SwordOfAtrophy: They all have the same thing. Armor, shortswords, a glob of

sleeping poison, capes with a crest on them. No valuables.

Scarred Grace: Ceri just laughed at the idea of Silence being a smithy and

slowly moved over towards Brent with one hand inside of her bag as she pulled

out a salve that she kept for situations just like this. "Before you go

yanking at anything

Scarred Grace: dear I want to feel your side. " The elf walked towards him

purposefully and leaned her staff against him like he was a table. There was

something about her movements that said she knew exactly where he had been

hit previously.

SwordOfAtrophy: Silence nodding, moving past the ape like he didn't even

know it was there, looking amongst the tools to find a large hammer, and

hammered away at the cuff part of the restraits. Between his strength and

Gerolts, they managed to get

SwordOfAtrophy: him free in a few minutes.

Scarred Grace: Her hands reaching towards his armor to open it up like she

was used to such things but only so she could fit her pale fingers against

his flesh. Hers were cold with the salve as it smeared against his wound and

then pressed it

Scarred Grace: closed. A small humming tone coming from her as she waited

for the glue to do what it meant to and then she applied something else as

she smiled. Soon he would feel better. It wasn't magic but it would do well

to keep him in

Scarred Grace: top shape. (30 healing points used on Brent )

RageofNocturne: :: Well it didnt seem like there was much there...but the

cape was taken because well he could always add that to his bedding in his

little den he had back home.-D-

SwordOfAtrophy: Once freed of the cuffs, Gerolt was able to shift back down

to his normal size, and promptly half stumbled and hiccuped. "Oy'.. that

was.. almost fun.."

SwordOfAtrophy: Brent 0/46 (18), Max 0/38 (20), Silence 0/44 (10), Ceri 0/51

(11)(30/36), Smithing Beast 0/90 (10)

Brent Ironscale: He spent the time remaining to them examining the room

itself, and the room adjoining it(5), cataloguing what they held and

compiling a list of the useful items to take back with them and those to

leave here. "Turning into quite

SwordOfAtrophy: JUst be careful with that cape in public.

Brent Ironscale: the place." Looking over to Gerolt then, a lift of a brow

given with a nod sent his way. "How are you holding up, Gerolt?" A gentle

pat given to Ceri's hand as she healed him. "Thank you, Ceri. Much

appreciated." -d-

SwordOfAtrophy: "Drunk.. the way I like it..." He tried to walk a little,

but ended up sitting down. "How are ya?"

RageofNocturne: in that case ditching the cape!)

SwordOfAtrophy: This was the bathroom. Do you really want to be in here?

Surprisingly it doesn't smell.

Brent Ironscale: "Well enough, well enough. I'll admit, I'll be better when

we've got this place cleared out and secured." Well, he'd avoid the bathroom

til he'd need to use it for the time being, regardless of how great or not it

smelled. -d-

Scarred Grace: She at least made sure he was dressed once more before moving

away over toward Gerolt and reaching out to the man and then kneeling beside

him to check for noticeable harm around his wrists and then other spots.

"You ready to give

Brent Ironscale: (I gotta jet folks, thanks for running Mark, and the rp

all)

OnlineHost: Brent Ironscale has left the room.

Scarred Grace: up your strength yet Gerolt? There's a bad man doing bad

things because of those powers."

SwordOfAtrophy: "Aye, lass, I know.. let's get back to town first, ay? In

this state I'd just hand em to one of you guys or something.." Gerolt was

fine, all things considered, just drunk.

RageofNocturne: :: He would step over to the others and licked his chops of

any left over blood-D-

Scarred Grace: Ceri frowned a little and reached out to Silence's head.

Wouldn't it be better if he gave them over now? Taking him to town seemed

risky but if he wanted to just go then they could. "Is there another way out

of here or just the

Scarred Grace: one?"

SwordOfAtrophy: And so ends another chapter of the Six. Closing log, but

feel free to continue.

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