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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Oh my! What's this? Sneak Attack Supper!
Late Day – Early Eve
Third Day since Arrival
Corazon, Gaellus
Ben pondered whether this world would have something like a job board, but then he realized there was someone here who could actually help them with information like that. He walked up to the front desk of the inn, where Katrina was just finishing with a customer. "Excuse me, but would you happen to know where we can go to find ourselves some jobs in this city?" he asked her.
Katrina plucked up the noble from the transaction and it vanished from sight with practiced ease. “Looking for work?” a glimmer of approval flickered in her eye, “Well, as with any city, you could always spend a day asking around the market, but that’s as likely to get you a job as it is to get you sore feet with nothing to show and I imagine you’re here asking me ‘cause you fancy some local knowledge, first.”
“You’d be right, at that. I’d recommend you pay a visit to this old Yanikato merchant I know, Mr. Sakamoto. He runs his business out of his home, bringing employers to the workers they need to run their errands and odd jobs. As busy as he is, he probably won’t have time to see you tonight, but if you go now I’m sure you can book to see him first thing in the morning.” Katrina gave us directions to the merchant’s home, which she repeated for memory.
We left at once (I presume) on Katrina’s advice, stepping out into the late day heat. The sun was plunging towards building storm clouds in the southwest, though it would probably be a little while yet before either resulted in tamer temperatures for the evening.
It took about twenty minutes to arrive at the gates of a very large estate apparently belonging to one D. Sakamoto. The gate guard took names and request and summoned a young girl to show us to the garden, where we would be seen to shortly. In the intervening time we had plenty of opportunity to enjoy the tall hedges, ponds, and well-tended beauty of the garden.
After a short while, an old Asian-looking man emerged out of the hedges. He was bald, with a thin, long white moustache that fell like the barbels of a catfish, and wore long golden-yellow robes. With an air of regal calm he passed us. “Come, we shall dine in the open air this evening.” He crossed over a small bridge and went on, leaving us to follow him to a wooden gazebo sheltering a short table.
“If I have left you wondering, I am Daisuke Sakamoto, after your western nomenclature. Please, sit. I am told that the five(/six) of you are seeking employment.” He smiled kindly at our reasonable confusion. As we took our seats, cross-legged, Mr. Sakamoto took his place at the head of the table. Almost immediately, a set of doors near the gazebo opened, revealing a couple servants carrying some trays. Within short order, the table was stocked with silverware (chopsticks for Mr. Sakamoto) and plates, and moments later, with food. It occurred to me to be surprised and even shocked, but the events between the gate and suddenly being invited to supper passed almost too quickly to protest.
Mr. Sakamoto leaned forward and folded his hands before him. “As it happens, I am always looking for employees—it is the nature of my business. If you are seeking long-term employment, I can offer that too, but first, why don’t you all introduce yourselves properly?”
(Go ahead and post what you would like to say during this sudden dinner after you introduce yourself, it will all be seen to with a response. If you can't think of anything to say, look for inspiration in what others are saying, or I might provide something. Also, for Galen, we passed a Bookseller's on the way here that I have predetermined that you would like to visit on the way back. I hope I didn't forget anything.)
EDIT: Suzume has been ret-conned to be 8-9 years old--closer to what I imagined rather than 12, as I told people.
Posted on 2009-08-31 at 06:04:10.
Edited on 2010-04-28 at 22:28:28 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Aria of the Thirteen
Subject: Egasp!
A game not based entirely around the combat system, but reflects more on interaction and mysteries? Heresy!
Joking aside, I'll just announce my intention to fill my reservation and begin dreaming up a character. From the sounds of it you want to do the actual character sheet creation yourself?
Posted on 2009-08-28 at 05:16:01.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Oi!
I caught the first trip, but the second one snuck up on me so suddenly, I didn't even think about notifying anybody. Willow shall have a post soon, if I have anything to say about it (admittedly, I might not ^^).
Posted on 2009-08-25 at 03:09:01.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Of course, war maiden would never apply to her either.
Aelistae hacked into the thick mass of warm, biting bodies like some crack-nobbed war maiden a short distance from him, while Talus headed for a clearer corner to attack from. Being no war maiden himself, Dylan preferred the plans of the latter. He kicked furiously at the rats threatening to immobilize him by sheer mass and peered into the dark, looking for the fourth member of the impromptu miners. In the depths of the room, a small light sprung up from a tiny ball held aloft by Linnix as she desperately fought for the high ground of the table. Another good idea.
Dylan gripped the handle of his bow a second time, thinking of the effect it had the first time on the resident rodent population, and focused his mind to cast another ball of destructive magical sound waves into the centre of the room (of course allowing for not hitting an ally in the tiny burst).
Once the thunderous roaring was on its way, it was no difficult decision whether or not to retreat to safer ground, namely, the previously checked-out and safety-certified tunnel they just descended. He swung his rapier futilely, hoping to at least discourage the vermin from giving chase to him and batted away one bastard attempting to scale his cloak, and then turned to flee to a portion of the caves not presently inhabited.
(This is assuming Dylan saves against distraction and isn’t too nauseated to try to bring the tunnels down on our heads with his spell- if he is, just let him run past the edge of the swarms as per the second part.)
“Does anybody have any oil to light? Alchemist’s fire!?” Dylan shouted over the din. “Lanterns! Were there lanterns in there!?”
The bard’s mind frantically searched for some answer that hadn’t been thought of, some action he could take to make everything right—something to do other than panic would be nice. To anyone less steeped in the lifestyle of a travelling singer and player it might have seemed odd to start belting out the tune to a rhythmic chant as a response to danger, but as such an individual, it seemed only the most natural thing to do. The verse he sang was the type of working song with a strong beat and a minor turn that would have sounded melancholic at a slower tempo, but upbeat, could provoke bouts of dancing or speed the workday along.
(Future action subject to change based on unforeseen circumstances. Also, fascinate looked promising save for the line about the distractions of nearby combat negating the ability—which means we’ll have to first convince our target to listen to a quick song before implanting suggestions into their brains [of course, noticing that our lowest charisma score of the current group is 15, this task shouldn’t be met with much difficulty when presented with a negotiable target ^^].)
EDIT for clarification: Inspiring Courage
Posted on 2009-08-12 at 06:14:56.
Edited on 2009-12-03 at 03:55:40 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: *Mischievous Eyebrow Wiggle*
Sexy voice eh? That certainly might cause complications in-character. I'll check out the rules behind becoming the centre of attention for a swarm of ravenous, mindless rodents, but it sounds like a sound idea so far.
"Just follow the nice sound over the cliff. I hear your cousins up north, the lemmings, have been doing it for years"
Posted on 2009-08-07 at 07:35:49.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: RAWR
Just thought I should let you know that I have returned (like 2 days ago, but yeah).
Glee!
Posted on 2009-08-04 at 19:43:00.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Deplorable are the vermin who prey on the weak in times of crisis
They have fled, Willow thought, our brothers and sisters of the earth have sensed the approach of the unnatural monsters, that which rent their heavens, and they have run from its presence. From the great skylords to the smallest burrowers, they run to escape this invasion. The mirthril-clad girl surveyed the dead plains around her. And when they reach the ocean, they will have to choose between plunging into the surf or facing the horrible Linsempti, if we cannot turn back the tides of this invasion.
Just as bad as the unnatural invaders, however, were those who took advantage of the people’s fear and distress for personal gain. Such people thrived during the time of troubles, and even now still stalked the land, terrorizing those who strayed too far from the rebuilding civilizations across Tiancann.
The lifelessness of the day made Willow glad that she had decided to don her armour that morning. Useless as it would be against the Linsemptus, its familiar weight provided a layer of comfort against the hopelessness of fighting the unknown. Also, though she knew it not, it would be put to good use before the day was done, as the husk of the farming town came into sight.
The bodies of tragedy were haphazardly stacked or left to fester where they died. It wouldn’t be a new sight to anyone there. Almost reflexively Willow began to build up her shield of despondent indifference, to detach herself from the horrors that lay before her. None of the anguish and empathy felt in her heart reached her face beyond a permanent mourning mask. Few people survived the time of troubles without learning how to seal their emotions away, and of those who did, most went cracked from the weight of the despair.
The brutal destruction of the peaceful farming community did not long remain a mystery, however. The cruel shapeshifters responsible for the carnage remained at the scene to lay claim to all that they had mercilessly conquered. Apparently they had won the ownership of the ruins and the land around by rule of might and any who wished to pass unmolested were required to forfeit a toll. A burning hatred filled Willow as she leaned back from her gelding’s reigns. The horse beneath her shifted in place, as if reacting to its rider’s anger. "So... your things or your lives... what will it be?"
The lithe elf, Dusk, returned the leader’s magical gaze with his own a withering glare. “We should kill them,” he whispered to Mitsuru. Willow nodded her assent and sized up the werewolf. The magic that plainly glowed in his eyes would be to his advantage and her detriment if she was not careful of it. Also, it looked like three of his rats openly brandished wands of their own, which they likely knew how to use to great effect.
(If and when all hell breaks loose because we declined their offer)
With the pretence of considering the shifter’s demand dropped, Willow dug her heels into the haunches of her mount and spurred it past the halberd wielding rat man, reaching for her swords at her waist as she closed on the leader. Common lore stated that shifters such as these instantly healed back any wound not made by silver. Having no silver weapons on her person, Willow determined that she would simply have to cut something that didn’t grow back fast enough.
(Pending deviations between my initiative order and the actual one, Willow is riding without hands (Ride +4) around the flat-footed wererat between her and the boss while drawing her longswords and attacking him (yay elevation bonus) with +17 attack bonus. If initiative falls such that the rat has come up to melee range, she’ll trample it and draw her swords while moving to the werewolf, without the attack. If the werewolf acts before me and does something screwy enough to mess with my plans, I’ll modify them then.)
Posted on 2009-08-04 at 04:59:53.
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Topic: Just Paladin Thoughts
Subject: To Smite or not to Smite
I suppose that the D&D Paladin is the fantastical equivalent of real-world mythical and possibly historical 'Knights in Shining Armour', the honourable and noble (not class-wise, but adjective-wise) champions of society, who take on the forces of evil and injustice with a resolved heart and a highly-posished sword.
Or at least that's part of my impression- I don't know if it actually gives food for thought or no.
As for gods choosing Paladins, though I haven't read the Paladin's Handbook, I have to say that I've come to have a bit of a problem with 'chosen ones' of any type. To me a Paladin should be the type of person who earns his or her powers through the strength of their faith and through the nobility of their actions. Sure there are those who come to grow out of their honourable ways and begin to misuse their power, or even take their ideals too far, to the point that it becomes a challenge to live up to their standards, but that is why there are ex-paladins. Nobody is perfect (and if they were, I have good information that they wouldn't be all that great anyway) and sometimes a person's faith can be lost or misplaced, or they can be tempted out of grace, but those who do fall out of favour with Paladinhood always have the ability to realize their wrongdoings and atone, assuming that they haven't been so blinded as to not know why they have fallen.
I agree with you that paladins make some of the greatest heroes of stories (I agree even more when you look at Paladins of Freedom who are devoted to ensuring that there is never so much security placed on the people that their personal freedom has to be suppressed).
I also have a slightly off-topic note about a Paladin's courage. I like to think that being immune to fear effects says less about the fact that a paladin does not experience the emotion of fear- that seems to me like a death wish taped to the Paladin's shoulder, and makes me ask questions about scenarios when a normal person would, for example, fear for a loved one. I don't know if I'm not the only one who has thought this, but I would say that the paladin can feel fear just as any normal person, but has the courage and maybe the divine help not to be ruled by this emotion. The line here is "To be courageous does not mean to have no fear, that is stupidity. Te be courageous means to have fear, and to face it."
I know I kind of picked only a few things to comment on. I have to admit that some questions I didn't really quite know how to respond to. I just put down some of my thoughts on Paladins; personally, the exemplar classes of the good alignments are some of my favourites.
(By the way, if you respond to me, I have to warn that I won't likely have much Inn access over the next while)
Posted on 2009-07-22 at 06:08:13.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Hehe,
I have to get around to doing that post, too.
I've known it for a while, but my own game has been keeping me a little busy and everything else has been keeping me a lot busy.
just so peeps know what I'm planning, I hope to tie up one of the main enemy fighters. That is, of course, assuming that this isn't another enemy that only Akihiko could dream of taking on in melee XD
Posted on 2009-07-21 at 04:26:43.
Edited on 2009-07-21 at 04:28:14 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: A note just in case
Just in case anything happens while I'm gone, my default is to continue despite the pauses and to fight for truth, freedom, justice, and the bardic way.
I'm leaving wednesday for a week to tendays to the States for vacation.
Posted on 2009-07-21 at 03:16:28.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: I'm still here, obviously
But I'm going to be unable to reach the Internet for a week to ten days starting Wednesday.
Posted on 2009-07-21 at 03:11:09.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: On the Town – I don’t mean to bore you with details, but this is our first day in a strange c
During Lunch
Lady Emerita turns to Ray sitting at her left. She listened to what he had to say, glanced past him to Ben and then looked back at him. “Yes, of course. I understand your need.” She looked up to her bodyguard standing at her right, and nodded for him to add ten gold nobles to each hireling’s personal wealth.
Around the time Emerita left and beyond
"I'm going to head to the bathhouse. I'll probably end up taking the longest anyway because of my long hair; I want to give it a thorough wash." Galen said, going for the door. Ben turned to me, "A bath is sounding pretty nice right about now, though should we check out our rooms first?" Why he was asking me to decide was beyond me, but I had an answer anyway. “Galen, would you like to drop off your things in the room before we go?”
We went upstairs and found our rooms directly across the hall from one another. One room had a window that overlooked the street behind the Inn and the other overlooking the thatched roof of the stables. In both the windows had already been cracked open to let the windy day in, and to keep visitors from dying of heat exhaustion. There were three beds lined up, separated by three nightstands, and a desk and chair in each room (three beds in one, two in the other if Jeremy dies). Finally, each room contained strongboxes for more expensive articles that demanded extra protection.
My possessions, coming to a grand total of one spellbook and the clothes on my back, were easy to store. I decided after some deliberation that keeping my spellbook on me would be a great way to get it lost, so I left it in the strongbox, where presumably the caretakers didn’t clean and wouldn’t discover a sorcerer in their midst. I also left half my coins stacked in the box, so I wasn’t carrying around a large sack of money wherever I went—there’d have to be a money pouch in my transactions today, and maybe a pouch for my spell components. Ultimately, Galen never received his head-start on us, which was probably a good thing in a strange place.
Three silver coins per person bought access to the bathhouse, or five for a private tub. I wasn’t sure whether a private tub would be preferable or not, but I eventually went with the cheaper option. Understandably, not everyone was willing to take this same option, and Galen took a private bath. The water was murky with soap, but it was warm enough and did the job freeing our bodies of dirt and sweat. There’s something about clean clothes on clean skin that feels absolutely wonderful. There’s something to be said for that feeling—“Cleanliness is next to Godliness,” I believe is how they put it.
After the bathhouses we walked en masse to the tailor’s shop and had garments fitted for us by a motherly woman. I personally got a cotton garment that was like an overly long split-tunic with wide sleeves past the elbows and a large hood, and a pair of pants. The tunic was dark-blue and the pants black, having the tailor’s assurances that the loose fit of the tunic would ensure that stepping into the sun wouldn’t result in heat shock. To me the tunic seemed to say ‘wizardly’ but without being too overt about it, or at least I hoped it didn’t stick out too much.
I got a money pouch as a part of the belt for the tunic, bought a pouch that I might store magical oddities in, and having shoes needed no new ones. Seeing that everyone else was purchasing a cloak, I bought a waterproof hooded one myself. In all, I spent two gold nobles and two silvers on clothes, and an extra three coppers to get my shirt sewn back up after I changed.
Once our initial needs were covered, the consensus was to find some sort of weapon smith so that Ray could find a sword for himself, and Galen could buy himself another. Not really knowing anything better to do, I followed them as they hunted for such a place. As we wandered, we noticed for not the first time that there were a rather large number of cats prowling the streets. A quick glance around yourself near just about any alley was almost certain to bring a cat or two to your gaze. Maybe they had a bad rat problem here?
It didn’t take too long, with a little guidance, to find a smith who dealt in weapons. The walls of the front room were lined with weapons hung on the wall, pole-arms, big swords here and a variety of smaller ones there. At the desk sat, leaning back on his chair with his legs on the table, the most amazing creature that we have seen in this new world yet. He looked up at our arrival and took his feet off the table with a smile. “Hello, how can I help you?” He moved smoothly to his feet, coming to his full height somewhere just over five feet, all but dwarfed by us. Not only was he short, however, he was small. Other than his large pointed ears, almond-shaped hazel eyes, and brown hair rivalling Galen’s, every feature about him appeared almost frailly thin when compared to any of the six (or five) humans standing before him.
A silence, punctuated by the sounds of metal striking metal from the back, drew out for a second, and then another, as this world came creepily closer to being based on a certain game. The man chuckled, “Never seen an elf before?” he asked.
The elf, Aidan, attended Ray’s hunt for a longsword and then to Galen’s need for a second sword, as well as a selection of blocks I eventually realized were whetstones when the sword fighters went to purchase a handful. If Jeremy remains he also brings a rapier for him to try out, if he wants. I spent my time looking at all the weapons, wondering if my friends knew how to handle these weapons as instinctively as I knew how to cast magic. While I waited, my eyes wandered over to a stand filled with carved and polished walking sticks of varying sizes sitting next to the door.
As he brought the chosen weapons to the counter, Aidan saw me looking at the stand. “You like them? I cut them myself—I do a little side-business while I’m not acting apprentice. Would you like to buy one? They’re two gold each and very sturdy.” I considered the price and how much money I had left in my new money pouch and decided that I fancied a quarterstaff to defend myself with—that was what wizards used, after all, wasn’t it? At my nod, he came to the stand and started comparing staff sizes. “By the gods, you humans come in two sizes, tall, and even taller.” He picked the second longest staff and set it in my hand. At that moment I knew what most of my friends had already experienced—a sudden knowledge, as if remembered like riding the proverbial bicycle, of how I might fight with the weapon placed in my hands. I was no mere amateur swinging a stick around anymore, I was a mere amateur who knew how to use the staff, even if I didn’t have the combat training instilled in me that the others did. I bought it.
Before we left, Galen took the opportunity to ask about selling raw material. “For that, you’d have to ask the boss,” he said. “Hey! Caleb!” The shout failed to penetrate the din emanating from the back room, so Aidan went to go personally invite the smith for a break. When he returned, anyone who had doubts about the security of the shop had them immediately erased. Caleb emerged from the back bald, ebon, muscular, and a full three inches taller than me. “You wish to see me about raw materials?” His voice was predictably deep and his words lilted as one who learned it as a second language. If there was an Africa in this world, this man probably grew up near there.
Galen explained the weapons he had in the room at the Inn to the smith. Caleb frowned in thought for a second, then responded. “Why don’t you bring them to my forge later? I’ll see what I can salvage of these weapons.” He grinned widely, showing up his white teeth in contrast to his black skin. I always thought how it was funny how that worked.
A brainwave prevented us from having to wander around town in search of a craftsman specializing in making armour. Aidan directed us to another shop just down this same road. As we left the weapon shop, I asked Ian, “So why didn’t you buy a better weapon like everyone else?” Obviously, Galen didn’t count, I expected him to dual-wield.
At the armourer’s, most everyone got either a suit of leather armour with a hard leather cuirass or a suit with large metal studs set all over the soft leather. I brushed my hand over one of the hard leather cuirasses and confirmed my suspicion that I wouldn’t be ‘bicycle-remembering’ how to use armour any time soon.
After the armourer’s we found a general store that was fairly near the Inn and used up a good amount of our collective wealth purchasing necessities for an extended stay in this world—the least of which was a few backpacks to carry our stuff in. Thereafter we headed back to the Inn to drop off our burdens and to consider what to do next.
(If this feels excruciatingly slow progress to anyone, take heart, as the game progresses, weeks of uneventful everyday life or travel may pass by without a single post. For today, there is no such thing as everyday life and we’re still settling in. By the end of this post, the time seems to be late afternoon, sometime after four if the memory of the last person to hear the bells is correct. I know Galen has plans and I know that we still need to find some form of employment—anyone who knows where to find jobs in this age, speak up. For the record, I shall mention in character that I don’t think any of us should go out into the city alone.)
Posted on 2009-07-19 at 07:48:19.
Edited on 2009-08-25 at 16:05:56 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: I has a money, but I don't know what to do with it.
"Um Aeth, I am unfamiliar with this currency, how does it work in this country?" Ben asked Aeth.
Aeth raised an eyebrow at Ben. "It works no or little different than the currency across most of the world." He picked a silver coin out of his own pouch. "First of all, Gaellan coins have the profile of our King Eddemus on one face and a crown on the opposite, with the name 'Gaellus' printed on both rims of the crown face, and 'King Eddemus' on the portrait face."
Aeth reached into his pouch again and drew what appeared to be half of a gold coin. "Naturally, the price of copper, silver, and gold will vary, but barring times of crisis, ten coppers make a silver noble, and ten silvers make a gold noble." Holding up his half-coin, he says, "Obviously half-nobles are worth half the price of the full coin." Putting the coins away, he continued, "Coppers are everyday small-item currency, Silvers are used most often in transactions and wages, with Gold being reserved for large dealings and nobles' fortunes. If you ever see a platinum royal, those coins are sure to attract attention--they're worth ten gold each, under normal cicrumstances--and are usually only seen in very large scale transactions and in fairy tale treasures."
"Now, is that everything you needed to know, or did you need me to go over the process of exchanging currency for goods from merchants?" Though his tone remained level, the rare smile spreading across Aeth's countenance revealed that this was seemingly his attempt at a joke.
"Oh so it goes like this then? Ok thank you." Ben was satisfied.
Posted on 2009-07-17 at 04:51:34.
Edited on 2009-07-17 at 04:52:31 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Has anyone else noticed that when I do a 2-post update, I take forever on the second post?
Twelve of the Clock
3rd Day after Arrival
Corazon – Capital of Gaellus
On the cobblestone streets of the city, the careening antics of the carriage were noticeably lessened to more of a steady roll. Three days after waking up in this foreign world, we had finally come to civilization—its sights, and its sounds, right down to its smells. As we passed in the streets, civilization bore down on us, though we found it to be not unbearable. The folk in the street parted a respectful distance while going about their daily business, but otherwise ignored our presence.
I wondered where we might be dropped off now that Emerita no longer required us. The deal was that we get a ride to the city in exchange for guard service over the journey, but now what? My stomach let out a warm-up snarl, which made me wish that we had put more time into planning what we would do once we arrived.
Gamet casually tugged this way or that on the reigns, guiding the carriage through the streets. As he drove, he talked at Ben without need for reply, as he usually did. “I have a favourite place to stay when I come down to Corazon, and my lady asked that we go there first. She’s somethin’ else, our lady—she takes more after her father, our lord Victor, than her mother. Ah, here we are. Just around the next corner and we’re there.”
The establishment sat on its own with a stable, surrounded by the street on all sides. It was two stories tall and had a solid base of stone for the first floor, with a wooden second story, painted dark brown and cream. A sign sticking out into the street above the door as well as an identical one on the face of the building proclaimed this to be the Cat’s Cradle Inn and Drinking Den, with a picture of a cat curled up asleep above the letters.
Gamet let us off at the front door, which was set off the street by a short path, and took the carriage and guards around to the stables where they could get some attention for their horses. We didn’t wait long for them to return and soon entered the Cat’s Cradle with Gamet leading the way.
“Hey, Katrina!” he called to a short, shrewd-looking old woman with her greying hair done up in a bun sitting at the front desk. She looked up and recognized Gamet. “Is the back room free right now?” he asked. At her answer, he led us to a door in the back. “Thanks. Could you see if you can get one o’ them sons of yours to serve us up some lunch? For eleven.”
The room featured first and foremost a pair of pushed together tables in the centre, with enough chairs to accommodate a group several people larger than ours, and an orange tabby sunbathing on a side table. Everyone took their seats around the table, with Aeth never straying far from his lady Emerita.
After a short while, lunch arrived with a knock, carried by a young man with pair of trays. Several times during lunch Gamet left the room to see to some business or other.
(Anyone wish to chat during lunch?)
After lunch was finished Aeth presented Ruiel and Barig with small pouches that looked to be well weighed down with their burden of coins. The guards accepted them with thanks and left with smiles on their faces. Before anyone else could try to stand up, thinking it was time to go, Aeth closed the door behind them. “If they’re smart, we’ll never get to hire those two again,” he told the door quietly. “At least they won’t go telling any stories.”
Aeth stepped to his chair, but remained standing behind it. “As such, we shall be needing guards for our return trip to Miel, after my lady is finished with her business in Corazon. Also, my lady has chosen to take the shorter, more direct route for our return, so we shall only require at most two guards. We are prepared to pay part in advance as a symbol of our agreement that you will remain in Corazon to act as guard when needed and we will hire you. Does any one of you wish to take the job?”
(Discuss amongst ourselves first shall we, then the two most eager (by which I mean Ben and a second person) will take the job, if any, earning ten gold nobles each as advance pay. Aeth notes that he expects not to leave sooner than a week has passed, so the contracted individuals have pretty free range during that time.)
“With that business concluded,” Lady Emerita spoke up, “I think it’s about time we went our ways. Aeth will see to your payment for services rendered, and I thank you, my impromptu guards, without whom I’m afraid we may have been overcome. But let’s not think of what might have been. Since you are new to this city and even this country, I give you Gamet’s recommendation of these lodgings to stay at whilst you remain within the city. In fact, I have such strong recommendation I had Gamet purchase rooms for the night, and the following two days, for each for you.” The lady seemed to have a slight mischievous gleam to her eye as she said the last part.
“I don’t mean to pry, but it seems that an example has already been set,” said Aeth as he placed the last pouch of coins before Ben. “I would advise that you first purchase new clothing, as you would easily be singled out as foreigners in your current attire.” By this time, everyone had risen from their seats. “Actually,” Gamet told us, “I would advise that you first get yourselves to a bathhouse. You lot look like you’ve been dragged behind the carriage, rather than ridin’ it. There’s one around the corner, and a tailor’s just beyond that.”
“Next we shall stop at the temple of Gemini, if you would be so kind as to guide us there, Gamet,” said Lady Emerita as we left the back room behind. Gamet bid to see us later as he went around to the stables to fetch the carriage. As they climbed into the carriage, the lady and her bodyguard bid us goodbye. Within very short order, we were once again alone in this world without guidance. I didn’t even know where to begin until a pair of keys were thrust into my hand by the short woman, Katrina, with the comment, “Second Floor.”
(We’re just about there. Literally only one or two DM posts away from being where we were when we restarted a year and a bit ago. I’ll describe our rooms again in the next post, but I figure I’ve given you guys plenty to respond to as it is. Be sure to leave a note which section you’re backposting to (lunch, Aeth’s offer, just after Emerita, or as we’re standing here in the common room of the Cat’s Cradle) I would recommend sending e-mails to each other if you are trying to co-ordinate yourself with anyone else. Anyone who peeks in their baggy finds fifty gold nobles, though I'd wait to get to your room before counting this windfall.)
Posted on 2009-07-15 at 06:29:20.
Edited on 2010-04-28 at 21:04:32 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Concerning Presence
A certain valiant and fearless musician is still around to see this game through.
Posted on 2009-07-13 at 20:54:50.
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Topic: dodge the tumbleweeds!
Subject: Verying degrees of sweetness and speed
People compare exceptionally slow things to molasses running uphill in January. I declare that the equivalent seasonal opposite is the Inn running on irregular games in July.
If there is an update, it stays there for the next half day.
Posted on 2009-07-12 at 21:01:38.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Whoops, longer than expected. Too bad only two of you take the time to read the whole thing.
I almost decided to go back to sleep when I first woke the next morning. I would have gone through with my plan had I not realized that I was lying on a bed of plains grass in another world. Some part of my mind weighed the benefits of sleep and wakefulness and sent me an extra boost to help me get up to experience another day in this exciting new world.
Only Aeth and Gamet shared the morn with me when I got up, but before I did anything, Ray also woke up. I looked to Galen, to see if he was going to be up in the next moment, but he merely lay as silent as ever in deep slumber. I realized that he might be out for a while longer, considering how much magic he poured into healing last night, not to mention that he was involved in the fight also.
Ray let out a groan as he got up. From the way he pushed himself up I guessed he was sore also. As for myself, I no longer felt drained from my magical exertion, thanks to the rest, though my magic still ‘ached’ (if that was the right term) when I flexed it. I knew that I wouldn’t have the strength to power a full spell. In fact, I had barely enough power to cast the handful of tricks I had. The night’s rest restored my energy, but I wasn’t ready to use it yet.
I picked my book up and laid it flat across my lap. Slowly I inhaled, filling my lungs from the bottom first, then top, as they taught in band class. Using half-remembered meditation techniques combined with intuition, I slipped into the right state of mind for my magical energy. Or ‘mana’ I guess—what did one call it?
By the time I finished my meditation, I felt as if I might have just woken up again feeling fully refreshed. What’s more, I was back at full magical strength and the ache had disappeared, which was wonderful.
After that, I opened the arcanabula in my lap, and flipped through the pages, each containing the full details of casting that spell—both in the mind and when it came time to unleash it on the world—as well as a few notes in plain English to accompany the nonsense. I paused on the page for the Prestidigitation cantrip. What did that do again? It changed the colour of things and made them float or what not. Magic tricks. I looked over the notes scrawled in any free space around the page—true to my own fashion. With a little study, I discovered that the spell could be used to clean or dirty things, among a small variety of other tricks.
With a pointed thought at the reddish brown bloodstain covering my abdomen alongside those three claw holes, I decided that it was worth a try. I added it to the prepared spell ‘bubbles’ in my mind upon discovering that I had more room today. How did this happen? Was it because I was getting stronger? Perhaps this was the equivalent of getting harder muscles after exercising for a while? Whatever the case, I also prepared another spell, spending ten minutes total setting them into my memory.
Around me Ben, Ian, and Ray had taken up hitting each other with sticks while Galen meditated over his cards. Gamet had taken to grooming his poor mares while Aeth spoke with him quietly. Lady Emerita sat with her head bowed and her hands folded in her lap as if she were praying or meditating herself, or something similar. Our mounted guards watched the three exchange blows.
I cast the spell and started by focusing on cleaning the area immediately around where I was wounded. Almost immediately the bloodstain leapt free of the cloth as if the two were oil and water. I was impressed by the effectiveness of the cantrip, and finished shooing away the blood on my clothes, then went to show the fighters my new trick. As for Galen, his clothes had nothing worse than a few days of dust and maybe a small grass stain clinging to them. Ray, on the other hand had been scratched twice in the abdomen, and Ben was positively covered in his own dried blood—and perhaps a bit from his enemies. I thought about offering my services to Aeth and them, but they were in the same condition as Galen, mostly, not to mention that I didn’t want to draw attention to myself by asking.
The morning was much more laid back than yesterday. We were apparently close enough to Corazon that we had nothing to fear from taking our time on the way. Aeth even took the time to join the fighters, so there were two even pairs. Before long we set out for the south. Gamet commented that we would probably see the city long before we actually arrived. “You can see somebody sneakin’ up on you from three days away here,” he said, “and the tallest thing for the next mile and a half in any direction is him as stands up, lest he sees a tree.”
We travelled south at a leisurely pace for mercy on the horses. To either side of the road lay miles of flatness and farmland, with the occasional path branching off that likely led to the homestead of the peasants working that patch of land. It was about an hour before Corazon was actually spotted, then for another two or three after that until we arrived at Corazon’s north gates. I personally spent most of my time continuing the notes I made about a pair of new spells that occurred to me yesterday, and marvelling at my newfound ability to use a quill.
Because it is already very late and I have to sort through my last description of the Cat’s Cradle Inn before we redo it, I will post more at my earliest convenience. You could possibly do something while you wait, but there isn’t much you can do, nor do I expect anything anyway.
Also, for Galen, it seems like an hour of meditation is pretty much universal for divine casters, so it seems only fitting to give the Metapsyche the same.
EDIT: I'm still doing this in two posts, even though it's not really that late. I thought of something else that I should mention here, but it has been lost.
Posted on 2009-07-08 at 07:58:16.
Edited on 2009-07-09 at 03:22:40 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: The Battle Ends!
With the normal undead out of the way, Ruiel turned his horses lead toward the mage one, which was looking far less impressive surrounded as it was. With a shout he lead his mare between Ben and Galen to join in on the beat down. The zombi, whether it somehow recognized the hopeless situation it was in or not, put up a good show of trying to dodge the blades starting to come from all sides. Ruiel missed, but as he did so Aeth drew a gash through the corpse’s abdomen. Then Galen shifted to get a better shot from the bag-head’s blind spot and cut a neat line through a kidney. It flailed back at Aeth once, who dodged with ease. Ian moved in across from the guard but the zombi saw him in time to turn another cut into a superficial wound. The scut was put down finally by Ben, who neatly rent open some pectoral and deltoid muscle. A living being of flesh and blood would have fallen from such wounds long ago, but the dead felt no pains of death. Only destruction could end them, and so this zombi was finally ended. (5 from Aeth, 5 from Galen, 5 from Ben. It was kind of odd, actually, since Galen has a smaller damage die and less Str, but it was straight even all the way)
After the corpse fell to the dust, Aeth pointed out very finely drawn runes over the flesh of the zombi, which would look like dried skin from just about any distance but point blank. “I’m no witch, but I’d wager those’re behind the magic we’ve been seeing.” Ruiel said, as he stirred his horse into a canter down the straight west road to follow the carriage. As he passed Jeremy, the youth stopped his hopeless run and slowed, finally returning to the crossroads where Aeth was having a look at Gamet and Barig.
He treated his guard on the spot while waiting for the carriage to return safely, though it was plain by his frequent glances down the road that he was anxious about the fate of the runaways. Gamet explained after he had been magically tended to by Galen that the riders shouldn’t be in too much trouble. Once the initial panic had worn off the mares and fatigue set in, they should calm down and come to a stop, from which they could be easily led back by Ruiel. (Gamet +5 and full)
After Galen had applied his magic to Barig and Jeremy, healing the former to a decent state of health and the latter entirely of his shoulder wound, he could feel the onset of mental fatigue similar to what I was experiencing currently. He moved on to Ian, pouring a couple smaller packets of restorative energy into his body (Barig +6 and Yellow-Green (I’m not sure which would calculate right now)) (+5 Jeremy [9/9]) (+2,+2 Ian [10/11])
With small protest from the man, Galen flushed some of Aeth’s bruises with small bits of energy. He complained that the horses could probably use some of that energy, considering how much they had been worked today, but he didn’t refuse. (+2,+2 Aeth, Green Status)
Though Gamet expected the runaway carriage to turn out to be ultimately safe, it still seemed like no small matter to those involved. Ray and I eventually found the reigns hanging precariously where they could still be reached, which was a boon. After that, as far as either of us could tell, we made every effort to stop the horses. We tugged on the reigns hard but we were at least not foolish enough to just keep yanking when the horses didn’t immediately obey.
We pitched at every dip in the road, hoping the new wheel would hold and the shift wouldn’t be enough to take down the vehicle. Soon enough, not that we knew it hadn’t been ages, the mares slowed their pace and were more receptive to the tugs on the reigns.
One of the guards, who used lighter mounts for greater speed, caught up with us just before the final moments of the chase. He rescued us from having to pass any medieval driver’s test in carriages, and led the nervous animals back to where the others waited. Aeth wanted immediately to know how Lady Emerita was, who quickly responded that she was fine—if a little well mixed. After ensuring the safety of his lady he checked Ray and me.
Though no one was happy to go any further, it was quickly agreed upon that no one wanted to wait any longer at the curst site. The carriage was led down the south road a decent distance before everyone practically threw themselves at the roadside for a good night’s rest.
But rest didn’t come right away for all. Aeth fulfilled his promise to the guards and treated their illness. They camped a short distance away from the main group, to prevent the odds of the disease spreading through proximity.
Also, I don’t know if anyone else noticed, but one thing that came to my attention was that Lady Emerita didn’t set herself up inside the carriage again tonight. Seemingly following habit she cast her bedroll on the grass and arranged herself on top of it. If Aeth was going to complain he was too tired to bother with an argument.
You had to admire a nobleperson who didn’t believe themselves too above the common riffraff to live outside their frills and cushions, I thought. I wondered just how prevalent such nobles wer in Narnia. Gaellus, rather, I didn’t need to keep calling this country after whatever fantastical name entered my head. If most nobles acted the way she seemed to be acting, this world would look a utopia by comparison. More likely, though, especially judging on Aeth’s attempts the previous night to maintain her air of nobility in the presence of strangers, most nobles were expected to treat the common folk like dirt under their feet, like Goodwin said when Tunstall fell for the warrior-lady Sabine.
I would have to note later the amazing soporific effects of exhaustion, and its ability to treat insomnia. For the second night in a row, I fell quickly into a deep, comfortable sleep, as I’m sure most everyone else did after our night. I can’t rightly remember if a guard was ever posted to keep a watch for further trouble, just that I didn’t wake up until the next morning with a sore but well rested magic-muscle.
Ray 7/7 [18/18](4 PP) ---- Ben 15/15 [27/27] ---- Jeremy 9/9 [18/18] ---- Ian 10 (full 11 by morning) /11 [22/22] ---- Galen 8/8 [16/16] (O:-, 1:-) ---- Owen 5/5 [10/10] (0 SP)
Defensive Precognition: Ray (for all intents and purposes: over)
Aeth – Green Status
Emerita – Uninjured
Gamet – Uninjured
Ruiel – Uninjured and recovering from disease
Barig – Greeny-Yellow, recovering from disease and drained, but morning brings him into full Green, though still stiff
Spare Horse – Yellow, though by morning the creature looks healthier and Green-Status-ier
Zombies: All destroyed. Encounter over.
Though there’s no way that encounter was worth more than 200 XP, guess what? So that I can just go things the easy way and give this game the illusion of progress, you all just levelled up! I’ll be setting everyone to 1000 XP regardless of former count (you’re welcome, Ray). It makes things easier on me and it’s late, so thinking so much is not liked. Feel free to post your own morning levelling up events and to send me a line if you want to orchestrate anything, or send one of these fellow creatures you’ve supposedly been playing with this last year a line and dramatize your level that way. (Hey, Ben heads up! Ray’s about bug you for something!).
In your level up modifications, just tell me what on your sheet changes and I'll implement it. If all current skills increase by one point, go ahead and say that. Remember my make-it-simple rule is that you keep skills as class skills even when you multiclass, I'm looking at you, Ray.
Don't forget max HP this level; don't forget that you gain skill synergies this level.
No map this time.
If I forgot anything.
Posted on 2009-07-03 at 06:53:56.
Edited on 2009-07-03 at 07:04:46 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Map again- I think it's time to start folding up the first ones.
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By now the carriage is too far away for me to even bother you with the details. It is probably a retreating figure in the distance, with Ray and myself inch-tall figures crawling on top of it. Simply, it has moved another 250 feet since last round, since I'm assuming that it moves as fast as a heavy horse.
Also, Jeremy just ran off and is a good number of squares off the top, also. Not that he stands a snowball's chance in hell. (Actually, depending on what layer, a snowball has a pretty good chance.... Better yet: A low-level paladin's chance in hell.)
Posted on 2009-07-02 at 05:55:47.
Edited on 2010-03-23 at 20:14:51 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: It's starting to feel like a game again! Glee!
"Lady Emerita, I am going to see if I can get to the front and help slow down or stop this vehicle. Brace yourself in the event that we fail." He probably sounded saner and more heroic than he felt as he spoke, but that didn’t matter. Only not dying in a carriage crash mattered at this point, and the frayed nerves of the mares driving the catastrophe couldn’t be relied on for a safe finish.
I hadn’t found the reigns yet when Ray called. I looked back over my shoulder, not hearing him working his torso out the open window, and gave up on my search for the reigns. I crawled back onto the wooden roof with its low metal rail and waited for a sign to tell me which side he was planning on coming up.
Some hundred feet back, at the crossroads, Ruiel and his mare fought tooth and hoof and steel sword. One hoof in the chest as the great horse dropped, then a sturdy bite in the shoulder, topped with a slash that rent open the throat of the corpse and almost seemed to be a lethal blow in the timing of the attack with the final collapse of the shuffling corpse. (1 hoof, 4 bite, 5 sword damage in all)
Aeth looked to his guard who was fighting the zombi mage. The pale look in his guard’s skin caused his blood to run cold. He glanced over his shoulder and judged where his presence was most needed. Without further hesitation he sprinted with his hands drawing back his elegant sword. With his full momentum, he dug his sword through a layer or two of tissue as his target dodged too slowly. (5 damage)
Knowing that his enemy was as good as dead, Ben sent Galen’s aid to the ailing guard. Galen didn’t respond—even in the tumultuous heat of battle his voice didn’t like shouting—but he obeyed. With a glance over his should to make sure the way was clear, Galen backed up without exposing his back to the zombi. Once safely out of the monster’s reach, he turned around and ran to Barig’s assistance, strafing a wide circle around the mage so that he could attack it from behind.
As Galen left, he abandoned the zombi who was formerly so devoted to attacking him. This time without another person to fill the space to attack, the zombi had to check its programming, and instead had to choose from the remaining closest targets. This zombi, for whatever reasonless reasons it may have had, chose to swing to the right with its mighty backhanded blow, narrowly missing Ben.
Ian saw his chance right there and just as the zombi’s knuckles skimmed past Ben, Ian buried the edge of his sword between its shoulder blades and drew down. (5 damage) Ben raised his sword two handed above his head to return the favour of the attack, only to find the monster drop at his feet. Though pleased to see the monstrosity fall without further harm, he had a twinge of regret that he hadn’t been able to finish it himself. With a nod to Ian, he ran off to join Aeth in surrounding the zombi. Ian followed shortly, delayed by the exertion of his kill.
As Ben ran he raised his sword again, prepared to satisfy the unfinished attack. With his full charging momentum he followed Aeth’s lead and delivered a two-handed cut into the mage zombi’s thigh. It was not as destructive a blow as Aeth’s but it was another straw on a breaking camel’s back. Or, at least it was if you were going to be doing mid-battle metaphoric analogies. (4 damage)
With his ailing body throbbing in pain, Barig grunted and swung his sword and the zombi, which dodged this one attack of all. As his last ditch attack sailed harmlessly through the air, Barig tugged with his left hand on the reigns to draw his horse away from the skirmish. He reasonably decided that there were more than enough people to handle the zombi now that he had distracted it from attacking the driver for so long.
With his primary target removed, the mage zombi with the sack over its head had to choose a new target. Not too surprisingly, it only had to slightly alter its direction and it found the first man who came to save the guard. With his only concern being to save Barig, Aeth let his guard down a little too much when his hireling was clear of immediate danger, and didn't dodge the club fist that invaded the area of his ribcage at a violent rate of speed. The bodyguard winced, but his face showed no other outward sign that he was hurt. (4 damage)
Meanwhile, Ray’s hand appeared above the left side of the carriage interrupting my moment long run through the usefulness of my cantrips. I moved to grab the hand, but instead he took a hold of the metal railing. I looked for a way to help him up, but with my relatively poor upper body strength, I saw no useful way to help. Ray’s head appeared over the edge as he moved to stand on the window sill. At this point he quite clearly saw that I was otherwise alone, no Galen, no Gamet. From there it was a fairly simple matter for him to pull himself over, with me uselessly looking on. All that was left to do was to stop two horses blind with fear from running us into an early grave.
Ray 7/7 (4 PP) ---- Ben 15/15 ---- Jeremy 4/9 ---- Ian 6/11 ---- Galen 8/8 (O:4, 1:3) ---- Owen 5/5 (0 SP)
Defensive Precognition: Ray (4/10 rounds)
Aeth – decreased to Yellow Status
Emerita – Uninjured
Gamet – Very Red
Ruiel – Uninjured and diseased
Barig – Red Status, diseased and enspelled
Spare Horse – Yellow
Front Mage Zombi is injured and presently about to be gang-banged
Back Left just rang Death's doorbell and got an expeditious reply
Back Right got his throat slashed open, which wouldn't have killed the bugger had he not already been horse-stomped three or four times over
I oculd practically do another round right away that describes the beat down that the last zombi is about to receive. The only one present who doesn't know that it is inevitably coming is the mindless one itself, who doesn't have the capacity to weild such foresight, or even the sense of self-preservation to care if it did see it.
Posted on 2009-07-02 at 05:45:00.
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Hehe
You're right about the concentration check. I completely forgot that that skill had any use other than when taking damage and combat casting XD
Well, I know that it has a lot of uses, even outside of spellcasting, but it didn't occur to me at the time.
Also, it's a DC 10 for a bouncey carriage ride, 15 for a very violent juttering ride. If we were to go offroad it might increase to 15.
Posted on 2009-07-02 at 02:39:44.
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Oh dearie me, the carriage is gone
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Don't you worry about your little carriage, I know where it is. The back is roughly 15 squares or about 75 ft off the top of the map. That's 100 ft away from Jeremy's new position. Two normal zombies and one that has been magicking your dying guard to further death.
For the record, if I had another spell point, I could expect to hit the magic zombi from where I am now. ('cept I'm turned around and looking for reigns, not looking at who I can cast at)
Posted on 2009-07-01 at 05:21:12.
Edited on 2009-10-13 at 20:24:22 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Things take a turn for the better we think.
“Owen, Galen, what’s going on!?” Ray called from the carriage window. I hadn’t noticed the doors shut from the forward jerk, but the windows were still open thanks to the warm evening.
“We’re moving!” Thank-you Captain Obvious. I thought about letting him know that it was just me out here, but words were few to spare, I had to make hay while the sun shone, as they say. More literally I had to made deadly missiles of force with my mind while the light of the full moon was still enough to give me a clear shot from this increasing distance. The hay story was better, I thought.
I dragged up my power and very briefly wondered if anything else I prepared today would work better. Without answering the question for want of time, I repeated myself for the third time, and unleashed a final bolt of energy. Or rather that's what I was expecting to happen. The motion of the carriage over the dirt road interrupted the inner serenity that spellcasting mandated. The unfocused energy I drew up harmlessly disappated. I supposed I was lucky--in the WitchCraft game, that loose energy would start causing serious problems. Tired from my magical exertions and drained from my defeat, I sunk into a kneeling pile on the roof.
Ruiel and his horse shifted to the side now that it was no longer necessary for the ride to attack a separate target. They maintained their routine of pounding hooves and sword. They rose, but this time of all, the mare drew herself too high. Ruiel felt the shift immediately as he gripped the reigns to remain seated. His horse kicked the air as she fought to keep herself from tumbling backward, and finally succeeded, clipping the zombi in the arm on her way back to earth (1 damage). The rider cleaved down with his sword, which the zombi side stepped.
Then, something of importance nagged at my conscience. I should try to do something about the horses—who else would if not I? We left the teamster in the roadside dust. I turned around, expecting complaint from my muscles. To my pleasant surprise, I realized that they responded with alacrity, which would make perfect sense in hindsight, as I only felt so fatigued thanks to my magic drain. I clambered into the driver’s seat and looked for something resembling something that I should yank on to slow the horses.
Meanwhile Aeth took stock of the remaining warriors. He left Ben, Galen, and his own hired guard to finish the two foes to the east, moving in to help the younger defender and the non-combatant (note that North is somewhere off the right of the map). He stepped in on the prone zombies and rescued Jeremy with a fell swoop that reminded the headless revenant not to try to get up again (7 damage).
Galen followed Ben deeper into the melee and decided upon a 30 degree angled strike. He was swiftly denied his chance to perform such a geometric attack, as the zombi moved to evade even as the youth snapped his arm back to swing. Instead he had to follow the zombi’s step back and swung with less precision than he had been trying for. As it turned out, calculation had its limits in the heat of direct combat, ad his blade failed to rend the dead human flesh.
Unfortunately, his attentions to the zombi were not unrewarded, as the mindless husk chose its new target to be Galen. It wound a brutal punch as Galen’s sword hissed past its side. Galen, however, saw the motions being prepared soon enough that his body could react and the punch passed harmlessly aside of him.
Horseman and equine also were untouched by the flailing of the dead. The last surviving prone zombi instead of fruitlessly attacking from ground level tried again to return to the full-upright position from which to launch his next assault. Ian saw the opening, and right as the zombi raised its head as it started to rise, Ian drew a cut down most of its dead torso. It jerked back to escape Ian’s harsh punishment only to find Aeth and blade come in under its arm to finish enough of the motor function off that moving again was less than viable. (7 damage from Ian, 8 from Aeth)
With those monstrosities returned to their peaceful rest—albeit a brutally violated and maimed rest—Jeremy felt that his part in the fighting had come to an end. Instead he followed the carriage with his gaze and, after a moment’s breath, then followed it with his feet.
Of course, still armed and with more enemies in sight, Ian stepped around the corpse he just helped put down and triply threatened the zombi that had now chosen Galen. Little did he know the advantages that he would have in such a flanking position as a higher level Swashbuckler. For now he would have to be happy with the regular advantage granted by those who couldn’t see in two opposite directions simultaneously against attackers coming from those directions. With a little luck and some enhanced skill, Ian slid his sword into the kidney region of the zombi, all but finally crippling it. (4 damage)
Knowing that his foe was nearly finished, Ben bore down on the zombi, but perhaps he was a little too eager to return the dead to lifelessness. His sword sang harmlessly past the nearly crippled zombi as it stumbled back to avoid him.
In the middle of the road, in pain, with his charges fleeing in terror, Gamet let himself be too overcome to stay standing. He knelt on the ground and watched the carriage go. “Don’t hurt yourselves you foolish fillies,” he told the retreating form with care.
Still sparring Barig and the mage zombi traded blows. First Barig severed some more important muscles, but this cadaver was still in good condition, with most of his sinews intact. (3 damage) Then the zombi came around and hit him back with a forceful punch in the ribs. (3 damage and this one is looking harried) Barig knew that between his sickness, that spell, and the solid fists of his opponent, he wouldn’t last much longer.
Terror bound, the carriage horses continued unfettered by their fatigue, galloping into the night, with their passengers waiting for their speed to finally decrease and hoping that such a decrease wouldn’t mean their death.
Ray 7/7 (4 PP) ---- Ben 15/15 ---- Jeremy 4/9 ---- Ian 6/11 ---- Galen 8/8 (O:4, 1:3) ---- Owen 5/5 (0 SP)
Defensive Precognition: Ray (3/10 rounds)
Aeth – still Green Status
Emerita – Uninjured
Gamet – Very Red
Ruiel – Uninjured and diseased
Barig – Red Status, diseased and enspelled
Spare Horse – Yellow
Front Zombi is holding out better than Barig
Left Front is still headless and fried
Left Back is failing his 'stand up' checks
Back Left is crippled and knocking on death's door... again
Back Right injured
EDIT: As Ray pointed out, I needed to concentrate to cast spells while in such motion. Also, an autofailure 1 means that whatever mod I have, I just screwed the spell up. The zombi that is attacking Galen is a little less utterly crippled than before, since it now has 3 more hit points than previously believed.
Posted on 2009-07-01 at 05:06:06.
Edited on 2009-07-02 at 02:47:14 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Lookit that!
I go blind for a weekend and on the day I can read again, we have an update! Joy! Just when I was beginning to fear that there wouldn't be anything of interest on the Inn again today. Time to dig into the action and see what happened.
Posted on 2009-06-29 at 23:35:03.
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Oye, I meant to make this post a week ago
Yes, the horse dodged an AoO. I was tired of the little things that I skipped it and hoped no one would ask me about it later.
This post also serves the purpose of letting Karma know that I saw what it did just there.
Posted on 2009-06-29 at 23:28:34.
Edited on 2010-03-23 at 20:13:12 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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