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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Don't worry
The bard is still here, and still somehow surviving.
I've just been entangled by essay-writing again. They seem to get kicks out of testing how many simultaneous assignments can be due at once before a student's spirit is broken. Nevertheless, I am here, having waded most of the way through this crunch.
Posted on 2009-03-06 at 04:33:15.
Edited on 2009-03-06 at 05:34:05 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Diabolic Genesis-Origins of Evil recruitment
Subject: To wish upon the first star I see tonight
My first wish would be to finish these midterms and essay!
(I third the notion of having enough players, by the way)
Posted on 2009-02-27 at 03:15:39.
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Topic: Diabolic Genesis-Origins of Evil Q&A
Subject: Hehehe...
I have complete scoundrel at my access too, if anyone was concerned whether it was widely available. I also think I know what classes you two are aiming for XD. Considering that both classes can be entered at 6th level at the ealiest (the Guard at 6th, the Sniper being not until 7th level) you could save your points and acquire the book for the 6th level one.
In the meantime, I suppose I should get a start on that character...
Posted on 2009-02-17 at 18:20:08.
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Topic: Diabolic Genesis-Origins of Evil Q&A
Subject: I suppose
I guess I should post here, just to announce my presence 'n' such. I posted in the recruitment, but that thread seems to be old news in comparison to these conversations.
I just wanted to note that it might be difficult to make sure everyone has any given newly included book, so this plan of sending links might help with this. I personally have access to a rather large amount of books. Another option would be for the person with the book to type up a short list of what that book has so that a person interested in that book can inquire further. This last idea will take a lot of writing on the part of the person(s) with the book in question.
Anyway- from the looks of it we have at least a Paladin in order. I wonder what I want to play. A rogue sounds awfully inviting. Maybe, maybe not.
Posted on 2009-02-14 at 07:04:36.
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Gerk
Hehehe, it's kind of burried in that mass of text above. Complete Psionics. Right now I have to congradulate that last post. Never before has anyone thought (including me) to ask our benefactors about the entities from the dream. This is genius, for reasons I am unable to divulge until the post XD. Well, it's not that big of a revelation, but it does provide you with more information about this world than ever we thought to acquire before.
Also, it might be worth mentioning that Religion is spelled with two 'i's
Lastly, an XP Bar? You mean like adding the XP needed to the current XP tally on the first page of this thread (where just about everything else for the campaign will be sooner or later)
Posted on 2009-02-13 at 00:05:08.
Edited on 2009-02-13 at 00:19:58 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: The blesséd magic that knits muscle and sinew and suffuses the soul with warmth.
In the aftermath of the battle, adrenaline level begin to level out again, and muscled relax. What had only moments before been a terrifying situation hanging between life and death was now washed away with relief.
Raymond stepped out of the carriage, his body still radiating heat into the air around him. With a mental switch, he detuned himself from the element of fire, though he retained a general psionic focus. That lesson was learned. While Galen scanned the wounded for potential targets, Ray acutely felt his lack of weapon and thereby his defencelessness. A sword even like the one which Galen was now sheathing was beyond his expertise, though something as basic as a large knife – that was usable.
Ray was about to act on this plan when Aeth stopped him. “Don’t touch them! These men are all diseased, and in all likelihood their possessions now carry the infection.” Aeth steps over from the body he was examining and takes the dagger at Ray’s feet. “It is the curse of their wretched existence, and though they aren’t yet dead, it would be better that they die now rather than at the hands of the ailment.” He continues to the third until he has relieved the men of their weapons, then he walks several paces into the forest and rams the rusty blades into the ground.
When he returns, he presents Ray with a small tree branch. “It is crude, but if we are attacked again and you need to defend yourself, it will be better to block a blade with this than with your arm.” Meanwhile Galen had selected the first of his targets and moved in to strike. With a few quick brusque gestures and a half-muttered phrase (that nevertheless echoed just loud enough to be heard) he swooped down upon Ben. The small white oval of energy glowing in his palm suddenly released just as he reached out to touch Ben, pouring energy out in a fashion similar to the way magnetic field lines are drawn. The sparks of positive energy flew from his palm and congregated wherever there was a wound. Ben suffered the very peculiar experience of having his body pulled together and mended for the second time that day. Whatever discomfort the sensation brought was relieved when the glow left behind whole skin, no longer burning from injury. [Ben +10 hp (14/15)]
For his next targets Galen had only the last fraction of his magical energy to give, having expended most of what he had left over already on Ben. For each of the mounted guards he repeated a weaker summoning of the energy, resulting in a sudden involuntary inhalation as the magic took over their bodies. With a quiet thank-you they went to work with dispatching the nearly dead. Finally, Galen repeated the process one last time, using up the last of his energy to mend some of the cuts on Jeremy’s body. [+2 guards (yellow and green status, Jeremy (7/9)]
After supper that evening (which honestly wasn’t too much later), Aeth bandaged up Ruiel and Barig, and told them to be alert for any sign that they might have contracted the disease from the highwaymen’s weapons. Thereafter he checked Ben’s bandages, to appraise Galen’s healing. “A week of recovery reduced to a single spell. The wonders that can be gained from the application of magic.” The way his voice trailed he seemed about to say more, but he held his tongue. He removed most of Ben’s bandages, leaving only that which protected the more tender wounds.
“Sure it’s good ‘n’ all, so long as it doesn’t kill you.” Gamet says, breaking the accumulating silence.
“I was getting to that next, Gamet,” Aeth said, not appreciating the blunt summary. He seemed to look for the right words, then continued in a more sombre tone. “Perhaps you are newer to this country than I had guessed, for otherwise you would be much more hesitant to display your talents.” He paused for a second to let the words sink in. “In these lands, the use of magic is strictly prohibited on pain of death. Those caught or suspected of demonstrating witchcraft are prosecuted and executed quickly, here. I’m not trying to scare you, merely to warn you to be careful whenever you use magic. I thank you for what you did for us when we were attacked earlier, but not many will be so grateful.”
"New? That's one way to put it. Perhaps newer than you think, even now . . . but that's not for me to say. Now that I'm aware, I will be more careful. I believe that's all there is to say." Galen says softly, his voice a little difficult to make out, as it usually is when talking openly.
Aeth nodded. “Most people would respond to magic with outright fear, which is why some bandits, like the one from today, wield it with such authority. People like this are very dangerous, because they have nothing to loose if they’re about to be caught.” The dry grass crunched audibly as Aeth shifted. “Well we should get some sleep. I’ll take the first watch. My Lady, I must insist that you sleep in the carriage tonight, for your own safety.” Lady Emerita seemed about to complain, but quieted at a look from Aeth.
(There is, of course, still room for talking. Heaven knows that no teenager goes to sleep as soon as they are told so.)
HP the next morning, after recovering during the night:
Us
Raymond 7/7 and the Strength damage recovered fully- also you’ll have to enter a new psionic focus – it goes away overnight. Restored to 5 PP
Ben 15/15
Jeremy 9/9
Ian 11/11
Owen 5/5
Galen 8/8
NPCs
Aeth - Uninjured
Barig – Uninjured
Ruiel - Uninjured
Look at that, not a scratch on anyone of you.
Well, that post was much longer than it originally endeavoured to be.
Posted on 2009-02-12 at 05:49:11.
Edited on 2009-03-29 at 17:27:53 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Is it random! Of course
Subject: Egads!
This has been here how long? *checks watch* oh, bit more than a week. I have to say, that whole blurb up there ^ is very inspirational (to me at least- anyone else?). I have noticed that no one seems to look too deeply into the creativity forum, at least under the personal creations section. Maybe just keep going, and perhaps they will come. I am interested in learning a bit more of your style. (That whole bit of having villains who represent something you find reprehensible is pretty much exactly what I aspire to have (both in my game and in my story).
(Extraneous note: Perhaps people are daunted by the idea of reading through such a gargantuan creation of text as the first post demonstrates- or they're just intimidated of posting their own words after it XD)
Posted on 2009-02-09 at 18:27:44.
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Topic: Diabolic Genesis-Origins of Evil recruitment
Subject: Hehe, I would have thought that this game would be packed by now
You must have come at a down-time in Inn-mate activity or something. Or perhaps everyone is merely intimidated by the idea of having to meet the prerequisites of an 'EXCELLENT' roleplayer. XD
I, for one, will try to storm up a character concept and subsequently shall apply for playership. I hope people start joining in greater waves- the idea of playing a game with people who know how to roleplay beautiful and convincing characters fills me with glee. That said, I hope I meet the same prerequisites I just laid out 
EDIT: A final note, that I may end up deciding that I don't have time for another game. As several Innmates may be able to tell you, when Mid-Term/Essay season strikes me, I flee in terror. Despite that, I think I will be able to participate.
EDITed twice now: I was just looking over the Q&A again and I noticed that we would be using 60-point-buy system. Laugh at me if I'm being silly, but that seems like an incredible number of points. Is it your intention to have characters with ability scores such as (extreme: 18, 18, 18, 12, 12, 12) or more evenly spread (16, 16, 16, 16, 16, 16)? If so, then 60 is fine, but if not then you may want to have another look at how many points we get.
(the part that scares me is how strong of enemies we'll be facing if the DM deems that we need 28 more points than a high-powered campaign to purchase our ability scores XD)
Posted on 2009-02-09 at 17:56:43.
Edited on 2009-02-09 at 18:09:52 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Just because I decided to move ahead today, Ray’s going to log on later; curse Murphy
In the melee just outside the carriage, Ben prepared to do something with a sword that would never be allowed in practice. It felt just a bit odd pulling his sword back with the knowledge that a successful hit would begin slicing cloth and flesh, where otherwise the worst it would do is cause a bruise. That said, it could be forgiven that the pale man with the dagger realized that Ben was about to attack, and thus managed to dodge before the blow could inflict any damage. The two mounted guards prepared to deal with the last conscious rogue, who was steadily realizing what a stunningly good idea running would have been a few seconds ago.
The same revelation seemed to be coming over the man in the forest. He summoned up the black energy a third time, targeted Aeth, and bolted. The dark ribbon pierced through the air and struck the personal guard in the chest, who recoiled in surprise. (6 dmg) However, he suffered the blow without complaint, and pushed the pain out of his mind.
Meanwhile, Barig and Ruiel were delivering their blows to the abandoned thief before he had a chance to dodge any more. Barig’s blade drew a slash down his ribs (4 dmg), and spurred his horse on after the fleeing highwayman with the ‘witchcraft’. In a surprising move born of sheer desperation, the thief lashed out at Barig as he passed. The knife was clearly heading straight for the warrior’s heart, but thankfully the metal links of his chain mail turned the potentially fatal attack into a small cut across his breast. (1 dmg) Almost immediately after the highwayman hit, Ruiel thrust his blade into his kidney at an angle (10 dmg) and he felt the icy coldness of death begin to overtake him. His damaged body began shutting down as his consciousness retracted in a last ditch attempt to preserve itself. Barig, meanwhile, seemed to remember the extent of his injuries (Reddish-status I guess, I can’t remember what I’m using as a standard) and reigned in his horse.
Ruiel, on the other hand, looked to Aeth in silent request for command. After a moment of staring hard into the forest, Aeth shook his head reluctantly. “Even if it weren’t too dangerous to chase after him, we have a duty to Lady Emerita. It pains me to see him escape, though.”
(Alright! Battle ended in victory, unless of course there is one or two among you who feels that the caster hasn’t been punished enough and would like to chase him in the guards’ place? That would be interesting. Besides the possibility of that advent [hey, Jeremy chased down and beat a rogue to unconsciousness last time, anything could happen.] Aeth will inform everyone that the rogues have survived their deaths. [yes, all three stabilized, ridiculously. Let’s hope my dice are as forgiving to you when you go off the positive end.] You peeps travel further in the day. I think I’ll wait to see reactions before I draw up a short post for this evening.)
Posted on 2009-02-07 at 17:15:34.
Edited on 2009-02-11 at 05:01:30 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Diabolic Genesis-Origins of Evil recruitment
Subject: hmmm......
This looks EPIC. At the very least, good quality roleplayers and characters are ensured by the DM's command, and indeed it seems to be an insteresting concept.
Posted on 2009-02-07 at 06:49:58.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: No problems here
I'm sure we all have plenty enough patience to weather the calamities of RL (looking suspiciously to the left, knowing that my post took about two weeks longer than it should). What else is there to say? Good luck? That sounds good. Good luck.
Posted on 2009-01-24 at 02:04:19.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Well, I suppose you've grown tired of waiting for me. As if this weren't obvious... maybe not...
Throughout Lord Bart's speech his words were frequently punctuated by the sound of a plucked violin string from the back of the room. Dylan sat at the far wall from Bart, so that his quiet tuning wouldn't disturb anyone. He plucked a string and let it vibrate undampened for a second, then moved up to the next one, then played them both. The upper one was definitely flat. He twisted the knob attached to that string so that it would be drawn tighter and started over.
It would be nice to stick around for a while, to have some place safe and warm to sleep at night, he mused. But of course, the open road is a stern mistress. She'll have me sooner or later. The D string was too sharp. Yes, though I rather think it would be nice to stick around here for a while. Good company, good food, and plenty of opportunity to earn something to pad my travels for a while. He paused for a minute, considering the prospect. I thought you had set out in the first place because you decided that the simple life didn't challenge you enough. You will never find that rapturous Song if you don't look for it. He lost himself for a wistful moment in memory of bliss. If he struggled, he could still remember the general tune of that great melody, imprinted in his mind.
Several of the others rose from their chairs to accept the cloaks from the wardrobe, which broke Dylan free of his reverie. He cursed softly, both at that and at the now over-sharpened note he was absently plucking. If you recall, he told himself, I decided to take up adventuring because it would help me discover the Song within myself, not because I expected to just find it one day. It's the danger, and the thrill, and the exploration of one's true self, that will unlock it. He smiled privatly at this one-copper description of his life. So you suppose that laying around here entertaining the visiting nobles and passing travellers will bring you excitement? Locked up snug and tight in a fort? There's no danger there. He barely finished that thought before he responded to himself. You don't really believe that, do you? This is a frontier outpost, labeled the thirteenth such, which was previously dominated by orcish and goblinoid monsters of all kinds. It's perfect With a resolution in his heart, Dylan rose to his feet. He accepted the garment with a thanks, then stepped back to put it on.
Besides, that shade of green looks good on you.
Posted on 2009-01-20 at 05:12:43.
Edited on 2009-01-20 at 05:15:47 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Alright now, to finish off what I started.
Aeth turned the elegant handle and opened the door to the carriage, but didn't leap out to attack right away. Quietly, the strange echoic cant of spellcasting emanated from above him again. Galen was chanting the incantation of the same spell as he had a second ago (though no one listening except maybe Owen could tell the similarity), his every word repeated a second later by some unknown source, achieving an eerie effect. Aeth didn’t have a long wait, for in the next moment another sharp crack filled the air, as the tiny bolt struck the highwayman in the arm, causing him to jerk like he had his fingers in a socket (2 elec damage, and villain moved to red status).
After the spell was finished, Aeth held no further reservations about entering the melee. He pushed the carriage door shut again as he took off after the shocked highwayman. Aeth drew the man’s attention to himself, who betrayed his growing apprehension. The pale man, growing paler, didn’t have time to do anything more than watch his death approach swiftly before he was slashed across the chest again. (4 damage) With this stroke of the blade, the man buckled and lost consciousness from blood loss and pain.
Back inside the carriage, Ray's eyes flashed open again, his mind completely focused. The air around him grew quite warm as the essence of fire filled through his aura. He could feel the flame waiting under the surface, waiting for a chance to leap out and bite his enemies, waiting for the impact of Ray's attack, which would provide the last bit of energy necessary to leap out and scorch.
(Well, that’s four people acting on initiative count 11, now. Galen and Ray, who competed for first with Galen winning the second toss; Ben, who had a lower modifier than the previous two (higher roll), and Aeth, who decided to delay until after Galen. By the way, I had to recheck Ray’s init again, because I seem to be capable of continually forgetting that he has +2 from the Time Mantle.)
(Finally, I invented Ray’s actions last turn, because it was pretty clear what to do, but this time I do not feel so bold as to attempt to interpolate his movements.)
(P.P.S. The us/them score from last time has come to a 2-0 in our favour.)
Posted on 2009-01-19 at 15:35:46.
Edited on 2009-01-20 at 03:17:00 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: The fighting continues, Us: 1 Them: 0
Owen watched the fight as best he could from the opposite side of the carriage. Caution bid him to glance out the window to his left, but he didn’t see any more attackers forthcoming. He did, however, see Ben run past and around the back of the vehicle. Despite the sheer number of injuries on his body, Ben still moved quickly to intercept the battle. Owen almost decided to get out the door and follow him – to keep him from kill himself, that is, but Aeth stood and drew his sword from its sheath with a metallic ring. He filled most of the carriage with his body, bending slightly for the low roof, and Owen decided that it would be a better idea to not to crowd him. Aeth went for the handle of the carriage door while a loud electrical crack filled the forest for a split second.
Outside, on the carriage roof, Galen was standing now with his first two fingers outstretched pointing to the bandit. He felt an electrical pulse tickle him as a thin arc of blue electricity lashed out and connected with the earth for an instant. With the guard and highwayman taking each other blade-to-blade, Galen had to adjust his aim so that there would be no chance that he might miss and zap him. As it were, the highwayman wasn’t quite where Galen’s finger-eye coordination was targeting. Meanwhile, Ben joined Ruiel with the third of the highwaymen.
Inside, Raymond was looking for the same reservoir of psychic energy within himself that he touched the first time, at the ruins. He shut his eyes and with frustration, tried to get a grasp on the elusive state. He might have kicked himself for releasing the focus earlier, but steadily he felt himself growing closer to rediscovering it. The philosophy of the four elements, as the world used to believe in. Hot and cold, moist and dry, four parts of a whole. As he sat there, he felt the higher functions of his brain take a hold of this concept and expand. He turned his attention to fire, the element of warmth and dryness. On the hot summer day, the area around Ray seemed to emanate further heat as his mind expanded to fill his body with the understanding of the excitable and biting flame.
Descending from the metaphysical to the more tangible world outside, the skirmish continued. Where the highwayman’s first attack scored blood, he was not so lucky again. His initial confidence that arose when the warrior was wounded by the dark energy was ebbing away like the drops of blood that flowed down his shirt. After his dagger was kept back by the links of the guard’s armour, he glanced over his shoulder to the man in the back, hoping that the signal would be received to use his ‘witchcraft’ to smite the guard. Turn him into a toad. Anything.
The man may or may not have seen his cohort’s apprehension, but nevertheless, he stared determinedly at the guard and willed his power to well up in his hand. The gold and supplies that would be had from this raid would set them well off for a while. He tried to will more force into the next blast, but he knew that it was a capricious thing. He aimed at the guard, with a minor mental note not to kill the fool beside him, and let fly another shadowy arrow piercing the daylight with a blackened ribbon. His aim was off, however, and the dark ray streaked just past his arm. A pity too, the blast was a powerful one, judging by the damage dealt to the back corner of the carriage body, from which the splintering of wood was heard, even for the lack of visual damage. (You know how things sometimes do that).
In response to the beam, Barig tried to finish his enemy off quickly, but the little bastard was moving too quickly to score a full shot on. His sword cut into the highwayman’s arm instead of his chest, where he was aiming (3 damage). Ruiel, on the other hand, was having even worse luck, as the thief pulled under his blade before it hit him. The highwayman returned the favour but the dagger only rang with steel on steel.
(That's pretty well most of it. I have to go to bed)
Posted on 2009-01-19 at 05:16:14.
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Answers
That 'move' can work in many different ways depending on which 'move' you're talking about. Unless you actually mean move actions, in which case I shake my head and sigh.
Actually, I've checked, of all the books you now have at your disposal, you are missing one: Complete Psionics. How frustratingly convenient is it then that your class comes directly out of said book.
You can:
-Enter a Psionic Focus as a full-round action, assuming you suceed on a challenging Concentration check (DC 20). Maintaining a psionic focus grants you access to a few psychic feats (of which you have none) or, as an Ardent with the Elements Mantle, the abilities derived from focus on a particular element: Air- 20ft slow fall (If I remember correctly), Earth- bonuses against bull rush or something like that, Water- swim speed, Fire- +1 fire damage on melee attacks.
-You may also expend your psionic focus (as detailed in EPH)as a free action (or part of another action) in order to take 15 (like taking 10) on any single concentration check. You can also use it to activate many psychic feats (which you don't have) or metapsionic feats (still no) or as an Ardent with the Time mantle, activate your power to delay damage by 1 round.
-Note that the only reason you can use both of your mantle powers at once is because they take different parts of the focusing experience- another mantle that grants you powers when you are focused would compete with the elemental focus, for example.
-Your two 'spells' are the powers Decceleration (you've seen this one, 1 pp to kill a target's movement speed) and Control Fire (there are no immediately available fires). You may use them as long as you have power points. You have expended a single power point so far today, in your daring escape from the hostile twig.
The last option immediately visible to me is to burst out the carriage like a lunatic, but I wouldn't recommend that.
Now I'll go see about that updated character sheet- there's only been one version so far as I can tell, but you never know.
Posted on 2009-01-19 at 03:01:59.
Edited on 2009-01-19 at 04:14:37 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Flight
The instinct of survival overrode Willow; her body functioned on reflex, every impulse and reaction was processed without detouring through the brain first. Their approach was deathly silent- so quiet in fact, that Willow hadn’t possibly expected them to be so close. When the lightning-that-wasn’t missed Mitsuru’s horse, Willow’s horse had to veer wildly to avoid careening through the debris.
In the seconds after the explosion, Willow regained the power of conscious thought. Save for the thunder of hooves, the night was still and silent as a tomb, not that the cacophony of their flight was easily overlooked. If it weren’t for the faint magical light emanating from the party, the pitch of night would have made the road all but impossible to follow. No other life exists on this entire plain. Willow’s guess was that the wildlife had fled at the coming of such abominations as the ones above. Nature had a way of sensing these things.
Before further cognition could occur, Willow experienced a sudden and disturbing sensation nagging at the nape of her neck. One could say that the feeling that someone was watching you while you were running for your life was an inconsequential detail, but Willow’s instincts knew better than that. With one hand she tugged on the reins and with the other she resorted to more primitive means, by slapping the horse on the side of the neck. Whichever method was more effective at translating the message, the animal dodged left of the next bolt, which ripped into the road instead of flesh.
It seemed that if they could only keep running, they might survive being shot at with unnatural lightning. But that hope was dashed as the bolts rained down two at a time, with a third immediately after. At first Willow couldn’t tell who had been hit, just that whoever it was had been dismounted with a cry. A second utterance as the poor soul hit the ground testified that it was Sora who had fallen - and that he was not yet killed. Willow yanked on the reins to stop her horse, but by this point in time it was not susceptible to any handler’s command. Stupid beast, Willow raged at the animal who was too terrified to listen.
Between the jerking gait of her horse and her grip on the reins, Willow managed to steal a glance over her shoulder, at the monsters attacking them. At first, she couldn’t tell what she was looking at, but then one of them launched another bolt which lit up the air in a quick flash. They were like eyes, giant floating eyes. The sight was that of a nightmare.
"Don't look at it!" The Scout shouted, "Pay attention to the road!"
Willow focused her attention back to the few score feet of visible road, now convinced that they would likely all die here. Then, after mere moments more of earth shattering blasts, the hostilities cease e, after mere moments more of earth shattering blasts, the hostilities cease entirely. It seemed like only another lull, but when no more thunder poured down on them, the horses could not help but slow their pace, out of exhaustion if not the sense of danger passed.
Willow immediately leapt off her horse and regretted it. In two minutes of terrorized flight they might have been sore from hours in the saddle. She ignored the stiffness and ran back down the road for a few seconds. There in the air remained the disembodied eyeball spectres, still watching them. Though it killed her to do so, she stopped. Only two kept their attention on the escaped prey, while the others moved back. Why would they possibly have stopped? Willow met their unwavering gazes for several moments, unable to turn away. The very sight of them sickened her, but still they held her captive, like a cat’s hypnotism. She finally managed to force her body to obey her mind, and finally turned away from them. The superior predator has won, and now guards the spoils of victory. Very well, so has it been for many centuries, so may it be still. I will not forget this.
Mist approached Willow, uncertainty and concern written blatantly on her fair face. The woman was one of constantly fearless demeanour, but even she was not looking so brave now. “When we get to Wanqir, I want you to return to Aquinarr and oversee the funerals. You are to remain there. I promise this, Mist, if there still remains a body among them, I will bring it back to be buried.” Willow cut off any objection from the older soldier by walking away. She knew that such an order was highly irregular and probably went against protocol, but then, only on the best of days did Willow strictly follow the rules.
She took her horse by the reins, the poor beast, and led it away. She said nothing and really didn't care to hear anything. Her gaze was permanently fixed on the ground at her feet.
Posted on 2009-01-09 at 07:28:16.
Edited on 2009-01-09 at 07:33:29 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: end of the world, or 5th dimension?
Subject: Briefly hopping back to the beer tangent
We have a wall-hanging (what else to call it I know not) around here that depicts a pair of horses drawing a carriage laden with kegs. The caption that goes with it declairs: "In heaven ain't no beer, gotta drink it here"
There is a space where a word such as 'there' might be placed after heaven, but likely broke off.
Personally I don't think it would be such a bad thing...
Posted on 2009-01-06 at 17:03:40.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: The people whose actions really count here are done, so I'll continue.
After the forest hung quiet for several seconds, it became apparent that the highwaymen were expecting their magical display to eliminate resistance. Perhaps they might have had a plan for such situations, but they used it so often that it took a moment before they could determine how to act. Alternatively, perhaps they did not outnumber their quarry by nearly as much as they suggested, and were afraid to show themselves.
Regardless what the matter was, the stalemate had to be broken soon. On the right hand side of the carriage, Ben and whichever of the two mounted guards he was with were met with a mighty disappointment when the attack began, for it began with two pale men running out of the forest on the left (or southern) side of the carriage. In each of their right hands they carried a wicked knife as they charged at the guard. They ran at him from the front on either side and thrust their blades at him. Right stabbed his dagger into the guard’s kidney and sunk it into his flesh hardly an inch. (3 damage and the absolute most pathetic sneak attack damage I’ve ever seen yet) Left, on the other hand, thrust his dagger at the man’s heart, only to be inhibited by the tried and tested fish scale design of the guard’s armour.
The guard raised his sword with both hands for a fell strike on the cloth-armoured highwayman on his right side, when a dark ray akin to a black ribbon streaked out of the trees and struck him across his abdomen and caused him to flinch (5 damage, this guard is now Yellow Status). The black trail hung in the air for a second and faded like a line of dark steam. The pain did not stop the guard, however, and he finished his swing at the pale man, cutting into his chest, causing his grungy shirt to become stained with a dark crimson blotch (4 damage .
Meanwhile the guard on the northern side of the carriage reared his horse around and lead it around the back of the carriage, coming up in time to deliver a one-handed blow to the back of the neck of the second infidel (crit 16 damage and this unlucky one is on his way to death’s door), damaging his spinal column and sending him down for a dirt nap.
No sooner does the sword blow fall, though, than a third man emerges from the trees with a dagger in his hand. Whether this was supposed to have been a coordinated strike or not, this man must have missed the queue to attack when the other two did. He ran into the combat just as the first two, and came up to the second guard (Ruiel, as if anyone would have paid attention to learn which was which XD) as he delivered his fatal strike to his ally. Taking advantage of Ruiel’s distraction, he managed to stab him in the side that held the reigns of his horse. (3 damage)
(Don’t worry now, I haven’t forgoten that I have players for this game; a convenience of rolling placed nearly every NPC in close initiative order (not to mention a delay action to place the first two rogues together) You people may now post actions, preferably a couple rounds worth if you already know that you want to attack next round after you use this round to move, for example. Note that only Galen and Ben are armed, so the idea that anyone else might get up to attack may be met with deterrence. If it matters, Jeremy and Ray are sitting closest to the southern door (aka, where all the fighting is happening) and they are getting a front row seat of Barig’s back (he who was attacked first).)
Posted on 2009-01-03 at 01:13:49.
Edited on 2009-05-10 at 16:04:14 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Animal Posting Game
Subject: Canadian Style
Moose.
Posted on 2009-01-02 at 04:07:45.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: Can you say overdue?
The car detonated with a roar that rattled the eardrums and numbed the body from her proximity to it. Almost without thought Guinevere bent the forces of essence around her to form a barrier against incoming physical objects. At once the barely perceptible bubble surrounding her body began to ripple violently on the train side as it pushed the flying debris far enough away from trajectory to save her. Unfortunately the barrier failed after so much punishment, and some piece of sharp twisted metal or another clipped her in the arm, throwing her to the ground.
“YOU TAKE THE THUNDER FROM THE MOUNTAIN, YOU TAKE THE LIGHTNING FROM THE SKY . . .”
Such was the hushed scream that greeted Guinevere’s ears as the ringing of the explosions died into memory. Her train of though had been derailed and subsequently detonated in similar fashion as the physical train that they just barely escaped, and now the fragments were returning. The first thought to circulate through her mind was one of suspicion confirmed. The mp3 player in her pocket could read her mind - or perhaps her emotions - and was subtly selecting the ‘random’ songs based upon its perceptions. In other news, she now had some hard evidence of whatever conspiracy surrounded this town.
Soon enough, Guinevere tried to stand up, but her arm inconveniently reminded her of the injury with a quiet hiss, just at the moment she was attempting to use the related muscles. A quick inspection proved that the object that had gotten past her shield invocation had indeed struck her and torn open her sleeve and bicep. Crap, that’ll be a bother to sew back together later. Good thing black doesn’t show stains. Not too far from her she saw the red haired woman wrapping her injuries with a shirt. In a moment of innovation, Guinevere stuck her arm out of the hole in her sleeve and used the remainder to bind her cut as best as she single-handedly could.
She made another careful attempt to get up from the cold concrete of the station floor, carefully not putting weight on her wounded arm. The station was littered with debris, and a number of the fluorescent lighting fixtures had been damaged. For a second Guin wondered how many lights would have to be broken in order to leak enough mercury gas into the air to be hazardous, but that line of thought was abandoned. On the platform with her were the occupants of the car, but no one else. Perhaps they had all died in the explosions? Shouldn’t at least the rear cars heard the explosions and escaped as they had? Or was the train emptied so that only they would remain in line of fire? The plot thickened.
Guinevere edged nearer to the couple from before. Growing up on a farm, the lesson of not talking to strangers rarely saw application, where every soul met was likely a friend, or a friend thereof. On the other hand, how was one to determine who was a stranger when one was so much stranger than they? She made up her mind and stepped right up to them. The woman was uninjured, with the remains of a shield invocation still visible in the air around here, but he had been struck by a number of bits and pieces of the exploding train.
“Oh dear, you must be in pain. Why, if I had taken the full blast from that explosion, I reckon I’d be dead,” she said, her tone conversational. She stretched her slender hand to his forehead and checked for his temperature. You didn’t do it that way with animals, but the doctors on TV seemed to like doing it a lot. She glanced up at Mrs. Wheelchair, then went to work gathering Essence for a healing invocation. (Gathering 10) A faint glow began to rise from her body as she drew more Essence from herself until she thought she had enough. In about the time it took a cheese stick to heat in the microwave (which you can be sure Guin has confirmed), she had enough Essence to restore some of his injuries. The girl’s body visibly braced for the onset of pain as she finished the focus and poured her refined Essence into his body, quickening his natural healing process. The Exploded One, she named him then and there.
(Perhaps will respond to Ms. Nervous Bloodhair in future, but Guin was reasonably preoccupied at this point in time.)
Posted on 2008-12-24 at 03:40:01.
Edited on 2009-02-05 at 05:33:43 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: There is a difference between a sufficient post for a character and a GM. I am told.
(Jeremy will have to continue his convo via backpost, if he so desires)
Before long the noble carriage was trundling through the forest on the half grown over road. The mounted soldiers took up position riding ahead on either side of the procession, as per usual. The new guards, Ben and Galen, sat outside the carriage, Ben next to the driver and Galen on the carriage top itself. The driver had enthusiastically treated each guard to a handshake and an introduction when he helped them up; his name was Gamet, he told them, a friend of Lady Emerita’s.
The remaining four were inside the carriage (which holds six) with Lady Emerita and Aeth. The majority of the journey passed with gazes locked out the windows on the doors, which were open to ventilate the summer heat out of the small, packed carriage. The only thing keeping some from dozing off was the occasional dip in the road that caused the carriage to lurch further to one side than it usually fell.
It was during one of these dips on the left side of the carriage that a piercingly high note shattered the late afternoon air, followed almost immediately by the sound of splintering wood. The lurch of the carriage fell even further to the fore left wheel quite suddenly, causing Galen to slide across the roof to the edge, but he braced himself against the low metal rail that he was about to flip over. Ben’s arms flailed uselessly against the air for a second after he jerked awake, before he caught himself, though it was the driver who was in danger of sliding off the seat, for Ben sat on the right.
“That is only a sample of my witchcraft! Now tell me, your money or your lives?” A voice cried from the trees on the left, broken immediately by hacking coughs. A second voice picked up for him, also from the forest, also to the left. “Do what he says, quickly now! We have you surrounded, don’t try to fight!” The guards on either side draw their swords and place their backs to the carriage, looking out in either direction. Inside, Aeth picks up his sword and grips the hilt, ready to draw it if necessary.
“I’m sorry, good sir, but I don’t believe we shall be doing that today. Run along and make honest men out of yourselves while you may still be redeemed, we have a broken wheel to fix.” Aeth calls out the open window. There is no reply for several moments; the air hangs tense about the trees. (No worries, I’m not ignoring the fact that most of you are going to want to do something during this time)
Posted on 2008-12-21 at 17:06:05.
Edited on 2009-05-10 at 15:58:08 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Nieh
I was somewhat pressured for time in finishing the post this morning. Soon I'll try to come along and drop-kick-start this over the goal posts of hypothetical american football analogies.
In other news, elation! The Q&A was actually used for something!
Posted on 2008-12-21 at 00:59:03.
Edited on 2008-12-21 at 00:59:46 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: At least someone appreciates the windfall of HP
"As far as I know, my friend Galen here, as well as myself, are the only ones capable of fighting with weapon in hand without hurting ourselves." Ray threw in his own comment about ineptitude while Aeth made a signal to on of the mounted guards.
“We have a few spare blades which we can afford to lend to you,” he tells the young men. “We will have safety in numbers, but that may not be deterrence enough. If you can use a sword, I would recommend you prefer these fresh weapons to a rusted one.” The mounted guard drew a long bundle from his saddle bags. From the bundle he drew a sheathed longsword, a standard three feet long, and held it out to Ben. Without hesitation, though with a grimace as he stretched wounded skin, he grasped the weapon by the offered hilt. He experienced the same sensation as when he first picked up the rusted axe, that somehow he knew by instinct how to wield the weapon. Of course, actual lessons in sword fighting were a boon in this situation.
Then the guard reached back into the bundle and pulled out a shorter sword, at most maybe two feet in length. He offers it to Galen, whom Ben mentioned could fight with a weapon. The long haired one, burdened with several rusted items already, stepped forward to take the sword by its hilt, but with slight signs of reluctance. The moment he took the blade into his hand, theorized practice coupled with some new innate knowledge from an unknown source. Just like Ben, good fighting habits were instinctively reinforced while misconceptions about actual melee combat were discarded. In an instant, he realized that he knew how to wield the short sword properly, how ever it actually happened.
The guard replaced the bundle which was considerably lightened.
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"Do you know anything of something called the ‘Haunt'?" Jeremy asked Aeth just after they sat down to lunch. The resulting quizzical look from the man practically answered Jeremy's question. “The ‘Haunt’, you say? Your companion has informed us of a temple ruin where he had to escape the dead who walk, is this what you ask of? If not, I can only think of the crossroads that lay further down our path, from which there have been stories.”
A thought struck me, memory of a quick fact brought to light by this talk of the dead. It used to be customary to bury the bodies of criminals at crossroads, so that their spirit would be confused and couldn’t find its way.
Posted on 2008-12-20 at 17:13:59.
Edited on 2008-12-20 at 17:34:33 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Dylan the Bard
Dylan eased himself down next to Talus quietly, following his gaze out over the land around the keep. He said nothing for a moment as he took in the serenity of the location. The rapier was gone from the bard’s side, left in Linnix’s cart with his armour. Now only his bow rested at his side, with the violin over his shoulder. With great pleasure he had cleaned his sword and put it away with his armour. There would be little need for warring with it in the near and foreseeable future.
“I think I see a thing we have in common, Talus,” Dylan said after a few moments. “Sooner or later, we get a feeling right about here.” He placed a hand over the center of his torso. “-Wait, not quite, maybe lower, here?” The hand quested down to his stomach, his face assuming a comically quizzical look. “That’s lunch. . . Here.” Finally he placed his hand over his heart. “It’s the feeling that tells us that the open road desires our company once again. No doubt I’ll tire of this place soon enough, and my quest shall resume once more, but for now I am content.”
For most of the week Dylan had been performing for the masses coming and going from the keep, hosting the music for dancing each night. When not performing, he made it a point to visit his fellows who had shared in the madness that moved them to storm the keep in the middle of the night so recently.
“Oh, have you heard? A few of the others have started calling us a group. I heard Linnix call us the ‘Lights of Starspire’, can you imagine that? I wonder what they’re planning to do next. I wouldn’t mind joining them if they decided to set off again. How about you?”
“Anyway, I ought to get going, I’ll see you tomorrow at the ceremony.” Dylan departed in search of whatever it is Bards do whenever they’re not busy performing.
-Day of the Ceremony-
Dylan was dressed as best as he could, which amounted to attempts to beat the acquired dirt out of his apparel and washing his hair a second time. It wasn’t every day one came into the presence of the Queen of Tethyr, especially when her presence was in part due to your actions.
When the queen held forth the ledger and Dylan couldn’t help but be curious about the names on that piece of paper. How many more had joined but not finished? It was interesting for him to note that there were only four individuals from the group who were in the original party that set out from Darromar, Aelistae, Linnix, Artanis, and Xaris.
They were showered with praise for their might and bravery, and those of on the ledger received their award promised to them when they signed up. Dylan was startled, though, when Bart stepped up to him and handed him a gem. He sucked in his breath in surprise, and then quickly whisked the gem away without another glance, instead beaming at Bart. “Thank-you,” he said, then cracked a grin, “my lord.” The farmer would have to grow into this new title over the next few weeks.
As Bartholomew finished his gifting, he explained that he would be calling upon them all in a short while, for he had much to discuss. But for now at least, they should enjoy themselves, enjoy the freedom they had earned this site, and the protection it would add to many lives.
With that the Band struck up a festive jive, and maidens in gowns and gentlemen in their fineries entered the bailey from all sides, cheering, clapping and dancing as they prepared to usher in their new lord and his band of heroes.
Dylan leapt up in excitement at the jive. While performing such music was a great passion of his, even the musicians like to have music to dance to. He took up into the dance with gaiety and mirth.
Posted on 2008-12-19 at 00:39:56.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Oh my~
I stopped an laughed when I saw that the keep was declared the 13th outpost. As if that was merely coincidental ^-^.
As for the name, it's Star-spire, not fire. For those of us who may have read too fast to discern. XD
I like the Starspire Refuge- that one caught my attention when I saw it.
As for the group, the Lights of Starspire (maybe even include the keep name, Refuge, here) seems to be my favourite.
Posted on 2008-12-17 at 02:50:07.
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