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Topic: Flux Wars
Subject: Let's see here...
Crystal leant on her staff, seemingly - to all intents and purposes - at ease with the whole situation. A single eyebrow was raised towards both Verkoth and Regarial.
"Well this is amusing. A possible mass murderer and..." Crystal took a moment to look at the corpses littering the area, "...a definite moderate murderer. How fun."
Crystal used her staff to absently shift throught the cloth of one of the dead men beside her, at ease with the proximity of the corpse, looking for some sign of...anything. Death wounds, primarily, but also anything more specific, be it some religious icon or a make of weapon she is familiar with.
[Detection/History Check, whichever applies best]
As she searches, Crystal continued to murmur, seemingly to herself, though still easily heard by the others.
"A possible mage with the power to kill us all, too...apparently, though in which case I'm surprised he hasn't already, and why he needs those knives he's eying. Of course, the other one here could have enough 'jade on him to destroy a street...something not suspicious at all(!)"
Crystal mentally prepared a spell, picturing the casting if it became evident that it may be necessary. If Rege' turned that explosive crossbow to her, a brief flared shield of ice should - hopefully - protect her from the bolt and the explosion rather well, nor should it require much effort if it only has to be summoned for a second.
Posted on 2011-05-28 at 13:03:12.
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Topic: Wikipedia Scavenger Hunt
Subject: Noodles!
From poodles to oodles of noodles from moogles!
Instant Noodles it is! Random Article brings me to...Ah.
"Joy Davidman"
An American poet and writer. Well...let's see what I can do with this. Great game, by the way, Admiral (the scavenger hunt, that is).
Wow, before I actually start the game, the article itself fascinated me. A child prodigy, a radical Communist as well as an Athiest, but later converted to Christianity, and ended up marrying C. S. Lewis. Somewhat surreal. Anyway, onto the scavenger hunt.
1. New York City
2. Cuisine of New York City
3. Fried Noodles
4. Noodle
5. INSTANT NOODLES
Well, it was straightforward, but a longer chain than I'd expected to get to, specifically, "Instant Noodles".
Anyway, since my previous one was too easy, how about something completely different:
"Apollo Lunar Module"
Good luck!
Posted on 2011-05-27 at 06:23:57.
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Anybody got a GM?
By the way, has anyone seen Darren? Varis is stuck until Bon mentions something, and I haven't seen a post from him in a little while.
Not that I'm complaining...as I'm certainly not one to talk with my absence. -_-'
Posted on 2011-05-27 at 06:07:43.
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Topic: Wikipedia Scavenger Hunt
Subject: Nergal!?
Nergal? That's not going to be easy...
Well, Random Article threw me...
Gloriosa (genus)
A plant...ach...let's see what I can do, I suppose.
1. Zimbabwe
2. Africa
3. Judaism
4. Hebrew Bible
5. ? (FAIL)
1. Zimbabwe
2. Africa
3. Ancient Greece
4. Babylonia
5. ? (FAIL)
Okay...I tried twice from the same location, even getting to Babylonia in four steps, but I was unable to find any direct link or even mention of Nergal.
Ah well, seems I lose. I assume we have to pass, rather than try another Random Article? Good luck for the next person, as the Babylonian God "Nergal" still stands as the target.
Posted on 2011-05-26 at 06:52:20.
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Healing Magic?
Well, I think the magical aura more or less just feels benevolent rather than malevolent to Varis.
But on that note, great to meet you, Incognito. Walker's a fascinating character...
Ah, as for healing magic? Well, Karrain (clockwork demise) can't really heal much, I believe. He fed power into a spell Varis started, beforehand, in the adventure, but he's more a warmage.
Varis himself? Well Magic from Within isn't particularly strong, and Varis is merely average in talent, and his healing talents normally don't exceed healing a small scratch or a papercut. -_-'
Of course, it seems through sheer willpower and luck he recently managed to drag someone back from death...even if it burnt up Varis' own stores of energy for a time. Mind you, Varis is known for his luck...
Posted on 2011-05-26 at 06:34:34.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents
Subject: For the love of Sra-Amun!
Tryaen swore, suddenly grabbing Reok's injured arm, heedless of any pain caused, his hands glowing slightly as he rapidly muttered out a word under his breath, indecipherably.
Reok, strangely didn't feel any pain at the touch on his arm, but he felt the itch of arcane magic being pushed into him. Probably numbing the pain. A second of nothing...the drink was unpleasantly thick, but otherwise tasted simply of slightly sour water.
Then it came. Reok clutched at the injured arm as Tryaen let go. His bones felt like they were rearranging themselves, like an arrow being wriggled as it was embedded into you. A gasp, a heartbeat, and it was over. His entire arm was numb, and the injuries were obvious on the outside, but it somehow moved easier and hung more naturally from his shoulders.
Vision swimming, Reok kept his feet through force of will as the pain disappeared. Beads of sweat were on Tryaens forehead, but the human was grinning.
"Perhaps I wasn't clear, but when I said 'don't drink it yet' I did mean until I stated otherwise. Still, I got my magic in before it took effect, thankfully. I doubt you would have kept the use of your arm otherwise." Tryaen said seriously, retrieving the cup, "Anyway, never heard of that Nelzadru Ichor. I'm not an apothecary, though, nor even a mage. I have a little Arcane power from Bardic arts, and I'm a herbalist by hobby rather than trade, you see. I would also advise against trying to get my friend killed, lest Pity kills you first, though."
Tryaen placed the cheap cup on the railing of the deck beside him, leaning against it casually.
"Anyway, that which you just consumed should finish it's work by tomorrow morning. All splinters and other grit that were on your skin will be broken down harmlessly as new layers grow over them as you sleep at a remarkable pace. Any fractures or breaks to your bones will be completely fixed within a couple of hours...indeed, the Dragonborn test soldiers with that plant for a reason, as the new resulting bone will actually be far more resilient than it used to be."
"But...onto hiring you. Frankly, your manner is less than courteous and you seem more likely to kill half of this crew before we reach our destination. And yet...as a Primalist...I think we have need of you. You see, we're not simply heading to the south of the continent, but all the way to Rog itself. It is no more a legend than Pandemonium or Silvour, I assure you. Though I'm surprised you even know of Silvour, and from your more accurate pronunciation of it...you're not from around here, are you?"
Posted on 2011-05-25 at 13:48:50.
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Topic: Wikipedia Scavenger Hunt
Subject: Caffiene?
Mind if I have a go? Let's see...Caffiene, huh...?
Random Article: Cenovis
A yeast extract, similar to Marmite and Vegemite...Hmm...I think I can do this.
1. Switzerland
2. Nestle (Or "Nestle'", I don't know how to add accents into letters)
3. Coffee
4. CAFFEINE
Whew. I'm quite proud of myself. Lucky I noticed the Nestle' company in the Switzerland page.
Okay, how about something different, such as...
Chemical Substance.
Posted on 2011-05-25 at 06:55:10.
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Topic: Flux Wars
Subject: It's that elf again!
Crystal glared but - considering the circumstances - let Lantaris' physical pushing of her aside. Reluctantly seeing the sense of his actions, though, she held her staff protectively in front of her as she spread more distance between herself to everyone else; partially so her casting didn't harm allies to close to her, and partially because she wasn't sure who she'd be fighting if push came to shove between a 'spymaster' none of them knew and an elf that none of them knew.
One thing's for sure. Someone's going to MUCH colder before the hour is out.
"Strange that a so-called Severaii just told us to stun rather than encase a man in ice. I was under the impression they were rather violent." Crystal raised an eyebrow suspiciously, making sure she listened in case anyone tried anything from behind or beside her, now that she was standing so distinctly seperate from the others.
Posted on 2011-05-25 at 06:36:33.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Maintain continuity, huh? I can do that...
Varis shook, sitting up from a bed that was starting to become familiar.
Wait...
What?
Varis tried to lift a hand to his face, only to have his arm react so much slower than he had expected. He frowned, grasping at tendrils of memory as he pieced together that he must have fainted, again. The nurse must have gotten help to drag him back onto the bed, though. No other attendants were anywhere to be seen, though.
Forcing himself to stand, yet again, his knees trembled. He had no idea if he'd been out for seconds or days. He was certainly hungry, that's for sure...
'Well, if Bon was - or is - here, as the nurse had said, then at least my equipment should all be safe. I can make a more solid meal from my travelling foodstuff.' Varis reasoned, his head so much clearer than before, if not his body. Stumbling to his feet, he forced his concentration on his surroundings, making sure he didn't faint without warning again as he walked towards the door at the end of the room.
'Because that would just be plain embarrassing.'
As Varis lay a hand on the simple wooden doorknob, about to make his way outside, he stopped.
That feeling wasn't there before...
There was...something. Varis Caese wasn't a particularly powerful mage by any standards, but is felt like there was some...thickness...some field of energy in the air that did not touch his skin, but the magic his body contained.
He felt it, deeply. It gave him strength, somehow, made his head clearer and push the aches from his body. It made him want to hum a tune under his breath, or write a ballad. It felt vibrant...valourant, even.
Posted on 2011-05-25 at 06:21:48.
Edited on 2011-05-25 at 07:16:29 by Celtia
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Ouch.
Damn, sorry again. I just realize how much I've missed...
Posted on 2011-05-25 at 06:09:15.
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Topic: Footprints Discussion
Subject: Celt's back.
Well, firstly, allow me to correct Clockwork..
Well, somewhat. I don't have exams per se at the moment, but I am bogged down in a lot of work. And exhaustion. Exams are in a couple of weeks yet.
But yes. I'm back. Sorry, everyone, for my lack of explanation and sudden seeming departure. I'll make sure I post more frequently again, as things are a bit better now. Starting...now. ^^'
Posted on 2011-05-25 at 06:07:24.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents
Subject: Something is revealed about Tryaen...
Tryaen's attempt to hide his unease was poor; a strain now evident as he held a smile.
"Yes...perhaps Arvale isn't perfectly suited to a primalist. You'd like to be hired, though? Are you sure that's wise? I cannot guarantee Pity will be...respectful." Tryaen frowned, off-put. Before Reok could respond, Tryaen suddenly started off again, "Wait, no; don't answer. You can tell me your name we can discuss specifics afterwards. Just stay there; I need to fetch a couple of things to help fix you."
Tryaen ran off into a cabin at the bow of the ship; the rather fine painted door suggesting a room for people of some importance if not the actual captain. Without closing the door behind him, Reok could glimpse a painting of some sort and some similar ornaments. There were two...wait, three, beds that Reok could just see from his angle within the room.
Tryaen appeared to rummage in a chest of some kind on one of the beds. Reok recognized some items he brought out... A decent sized mortar-and-pestle, some kind of stone as the material; some kind of plant, or at least the stem or leaf of something green; a small, empty ceramic cup; a sealed glass pot of some thick liquid and a filled flask of some different liquid.
Working at speed, he mashed the green plant vigorously in the mortar, before pouring the much smaller pieces that remained into the cup. From the flask, he poured what was almost certainly water to half-fill the cup with the plant remnants, and stopping to think before pouring out a carefully measured amount of the thick, goopy liquid from the glass pot as a finishing product into the cup.
Walking rather than running, now, Tryaen left his materials on the bed inside and carefully made his way back to Reok with the cup in hands.
"Sorry I took so long. I had to make this. It's no magical potion; merely a mix of the Kar-mese plant "Dragonclaw", water and a mild acid agent popular with alchemists for breaking down small solids and cleaning impurities from liquids." Tryaen spoke as he made his way over. "Hold this with your good hand for me, though. Don't drink it yet for Sra-Amun's sakes..." Tryaen said, offering the cup to Reok.
"I need both hands to reliably work some simple magic on your arm. It's the source of most of the damage I'm working to fix, and I don't have the power to fix it completely with magic alone." Tryaen explained, seemingly waiting for permission to use magic on Reok.
"It's just to numb the pain the drink will likely induce. Dragonclaw is a remarkable plant, but dangerous, and normally I wouldn't advise use of it for many races outside of a Dragonborn or a Minotaur. Even in the Dragonborn culture it's used partially to test people. With magic I should be able to prevent you from blacking out, at least, as well as certainly prevent permanent paralysis."
Posted on 2011-05-22 at 15:29:20.
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Topic: She is no longer lost, but looking for a good time.
Subject: Speaking as a newbie...
Well, in my rather short (in comparison to the vast majority of people here) time on this site, I've nonetheless found that there are endless ways to manage a game. Free-Form is more like a storytelling with everyone participating, a lot of the time. Rule-Based is a bit more complicated, but usually descriptions of how things are taking place (such as describing situations of how far an opponent is away from a player and what other factors of the room may hinder or help in a combat situation) or a mild dose of free-form can get through anything.
Everything really is dependant on the game and DM/GM.
For many games, two posts a day is a great number. There are decent games currently ongoing where two posts a week is minimum or one post every day or two is the expectation.
Other people can give you greater advice than I, but if you're looking for a simple free-form game then "Footprints: Corruption in Tithuana" is free for more applicants (and a shameless plug by me, considering I'm playing in it and it was the first game I participated in). Another somewhat more rule-orientated one that's got off the ground recently is "Flux Wars", which already has a complex world created (and another plug to a game I play in).
As for games I'm not playing in? I'm not entirely sure. Look around, though, there are plenty of good games that a new player is welcome in.
Posted on 2011-05-22 at 14:45:41.
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Topic: Flux Wars
Subject: Apparently that harp music is Welsh in origin, strangely...
Crystal looked warningly at the hand on her shoulder as her Circle Master pulled her aside, before quickly placing a more amiable expression on her face, even if forcibly. It grew more genuine as she remembered the sensibility and decency that helped him attain his position. It had been a little while since she last saw him; she'd forgotten her manners temporarily.
To her defense, she was silently trying to fight against the feeling that threatened to paralyse her at the mention of Davule.
"Master Raichen." Crystal greeted, their proximity limiting anything but a respectful nod of her head, "Thank you, Circle Master. I will insure the protection of Orsal's land and people to the best of my ability." Crystal deferred, knowing what to say. A grin tugged, hesitantly, at the edge of her mouth.
"May I say, Circle Master, that I am honoured to be given a more...active position once more. I do not intend to let you down." Crystal replied, somewhat less professionally with a smile.
Cadremaster...well, mage's weren't known for paychecks - or at least, surviving a war to spend one - but Circle authority was a powerful thing, and its benefits are numerous.
Oh, and of course there are less people allowed to shout orders at her, and more she can shout orders to. Always a plus.
Posted on 2011-05-19 at 14:29:02.
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Topic: Hey there!
Subject: Welcome!
(Pouts) I used to be the favourite newbie...
Wait...
No...
That's a blatant lie. I was "a" newbie. ^_^' Good to have an artist on board, by the way.
Anyway! Moving on, I have a spare towel if the one you currently have is not enough, otherwise, enjoy the Inn's fantastic selection of fine wine. *Hands you a winelist* The first bottle's on me, within limits.
Posted on 2011-05-19 at 14:14:24.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents
Subject: Oh hey, it's Tryaen Creek!
Jark shook his head. Even Reok could tell the face was a mixture of amusement and worry, probably if Reok was being serious or not. The half-orc's hand held up Reok's good shoulder, gently guiding the human up the plank.
Both could hear the shouting coming from somewhere on board the ship. A human voice shouting in Common.
"-do I have to drag you before the High Priest himself? I put two conditions on the promise you made to me - two conditions! - and you haven't upheld either. Do I have to spell it out for you, Pity? Don't look for trouble and don't cause it! We can't sail with you lying in a pool of blood or held in the Docks' prison! And don't think that Devoted would have helped you out if you-"
Reok and Jark finally got to the top of the gangplank. The ship's deck was devoid of personnel save for three figures. One - a human Reok recognized from before as "Jack" - leaning on the bow of the ship, watching the spectacle unfolding on the either side of the ship with a raised eyebrow. That is, Pity standing with his head turned aside, glowering at the floor as he was berated by the third figure.
Finely dressed, but not ostentatiously so, the third was a human carrying no armour nor weapon save a solitary rapier. The man shouted without obvious military authority or for argumentative sakes, but more like a lecturer would to a foolish child after the lecturer lost his temper. It was quite a sight, watching a human two inches shorter than the 5'10" devilish tiefling he was yelling at.
The man stopped suddenly as Reok and Jark stepped on board, taking in Reok's state with a knowing eye.
"By Erathis and Pelor, Pity, what did you intend to do - kill him? For responding to your own taunting? Do you truly think Devoted would have condoned that, that I would have condoned it? Go to a Cleric, I'm not going to heal a scratch to the head when you've done THAT to that man. Come back to the ship when you've cooled down." Finished the berating, as Pity scowled and stormed off towards the gangplank. Reok suddenly stumbled to the side - pushed by an unseen force - but was caught instantly by Jark even as Pity took the chance he'd obviously created to get leave the ship, not looking apologetic in the slightest.
By the time Reok had fully regained his balance, he was face-to-face with the man, who's temper seemed to have evaporated in the past few seconds. The man sighed, grimacing at the wounds in front of him, before turning to speak with the half-orc.
"Thank you, Jark, and sorry for the trouble. With any luck, Pity won't try that again. I'll pay for any damages to the tavern, and for your time." The man apologized, waving the half-orc away, though not unkindly, "I'll discuss it later, I'm afraid. You and your brother are free to go, again."
"Thanks, Creek, anytime. One of these days I'll have to ask you how you came to know that Chakchakpittul." Jark grumbled in reply as he waved Jack over and prepared to leave the ship again. The man - 'Creek' - called back as they left.
"Ugh. I don't want that mental image...there are times I wish I didn't understand Orcish." Creek said with a scowl as both of the departing brothers laughed.
Creek turned to Reok, finally.
"Sorry about all that. And, in particular, I apologize for my friend, Pity...He has a dangerous sense of pride, especially volatile when mixed with an undeserved sense of superiority to anything that moves. Anyway, I'm Tryaen Creek, organizer of the expedition this ship is prepared for. Lets get you patched up, though...I'm amazed you're still standing and walking as well as you are. Primalists never cease to amaze me..."
Posted on 2011-05-18 at 11:05:51.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Oh crap...
Varis breathed out an inaudible sigh, grateful for the reassurance as his doubts fell away. He had no reason to even suggest the nurse may not be anything but perfectly honest, after all. He gave another particular grin Bard's tend to be known for to the nurse.
"Ah, I was hired to ensure his survival by a friend, so it is good to hear he is alright. I shall not disturb his rest, but could you please point me towards the nearest exit as well as my equipment? I fear what may have happened to some acquantances of mine in my absence."
Varis' face did not betray the thought, but he mentally kicked himself. Hard. The majority of his belongings, many quite valuable, may still have been in the chest he placed in the courtyard they were in before. He just hoped DHarem or Bon had assured it's safety...
Posted on 2011-05-18 at 10:32:07.
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Topic: Flux Wars
Subject: I'm not moving.
Crystal gave a smirk out of the corner of her mouth, slouching down into her previous chair.
"Hey, it's comfortable here, I've full access to the drinks, it's warm and - most importantly - quiet. I'm not moving if I can help it, and if Verkoth or the tavernkeeper don't like me hogging the private room, they can shove their complaints where the sun shines even less than in Valsathavar."
Posted on 2011-05-18 at 10:22:39.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents
Subject: Off limits.
Jark laughed loudly at Reok's term for Pity, and guided him outside of the tavern as Reok spoke. Pity and Jack were nowhere to be seen.
"Well," the Half-Orc began, grinning, "I do hope your misgivings with the authorities isn't anything serious. Not that I'm worried; if you'd done anything I'd classify as 'serious' then the Paladin's would have been on you long before now."
Jark directed Reok down the busy, yet uncrowded, street, walking along the docks.
"Firstly, though, as much as I will enjoy seeing the look on that tiefling's face when he sees you on board, he's strictly off limits." Jark said, eyeing Reok seriously, "I know many spiritual followers such as yourself are infamous for their keen instincts...and fits of anger; no offense intended. However, open violence isn't going to be tolerated. Like myself and my brother, the man funding and spearheading this effort is a follower of Sra-Amun. Mind you, there'll be plenty of duels and such to keep the monotony away; not that there are many who can keep up with my brother and I."
Jark seemed to size Reok up yet again.
"Perhaps you'd be able to give us a run for our money though, eh? But as I was saying, Pity's off limits no matter how he provokes you. And trust me, he will continue to. He's a spoiled, prideful and egotistical brat, but he's also a good friend of the man in charge as well as a terrifyingly powerful Psionic. Without him, we have no true advantage in the occurence of a pirate attack; whether trying to run or trying to fight at range. A certain possibility, as we have a long way to go, but perhaps it's better that Tryaen gives you the details of the journey and the payment, if you're still interested. After all, we're approaching our ship now, let's hope he's in. He's the healer."
Jark pointed out a pier less than twenty meters aways. Docked was a Caraval, though perhaps not the largest example of its design. A merchant vessel, though it's design looked rather more sturdy than most, though an obviously greater weight and thicker sail designs meant that it clearly wasn't as fast a ship a merchant would normally like to have.
Time spent hopping continents meant Reok knew a bit about naval transports. A ship like that couldn't possibly hold a crew of larger than fourty, but would be able to be sailed by a mere dozen.
"By the way, you never mentioned your name." Jark pointed out as they made their way towards the ship.
Posted on 2011-05-15 at 13:20:41.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: -From Australia
Aaaaand very late night over here at Australia. Good morning nethertheless, and also goodnight. ^^'
Posted on 2011-05-12 at 15:34:31.
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Topic: Flux Wars
Subject: Secret matters...
Crystal suddenly placed her empty glass on the sill of the window beside her, turning without hesitation to stride over to Takra as the elf finished her story.
To everyone's surprise, the human laid a comforting hand on Takra's shoulder, leaning down to whisper into the Takra's ear alone. She spoke for some time.
Finishing whatever she said, Crystal gave a thin smile to Takra, stepping away respectfully with one last sentence that all could hear.
"We're much the same, you and I, after all."
Posted on 2011-05-12 at 14:50:28.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents, Q&A
Subject: Character: Reok Keal
(Player: clockwork demise)
BASIC INFO:
Character Name: Reok Keal
Class: Barbarian
Paragon Path: -
Epic Destiny: -
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Size: Medium
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 160lb
Alignment: (Concealed)
Deity: (Concealed)
Level: 1 (330/2000)xp
ABILITY SCORES/INITIATIVE/HIT POINTS:
Strength: 16 (+0)
Constitution: 14 (+1)
Dexterity: 13 (+3)
Intelligence: 10 (+3)
Wisdom: 12 (+1)
Charisma: 14 (+0)
Initiative: +1
Max HP: 34
Bloodied Value: 17
Healing Surge Value: 8
Surges Per Day: 10
Saving Throw Modifiers: -
DEFENSES/SPEED/VISION:
AC: 15
-
Fortitude: 16
-
Reflex: 13
-
Will: 13
Speed: 6
Vision: Normal
SKILLS/LANGUAGES KNOWN:
Acrobatics: +5
Arcana: +0
Athletics: +7
Bluff: +2
Diplomacy: +2
Dungeoneering: +1
Endurance: +1
Heal: +1
History: +0
Insight: +1
Intimidate: +7
Nature: +1
Perception: +6
Religion: +0
Stealth: +0
Streetwise: +2
Thievery: +0
Known Languages: Common, (Concealed)
FEATURES:
Bonus Skill - Acrobatics
Bonus Feat - Toughness
Bonus Power - Pressing Strike
Human Defense Bonuses
Thaneborn Triumph
Rage Strike
Rampage
FEATS:
Toughness (Bonus Feat)
Weapon Expertise - Heavy Blade
POWERS:
-At Will
Pressing Strike
Howling Strike
Devastating Strike
-Encounter
Great Cleave
-Daily
Rage Drake's Frenzy
-Utility
RITUALS:
-
EQUIPMENT:
-Hide Armor
-Greatsword. Strapped over his back.
-Standard Adventurers Kit
-Saw
-Timberblade infusions x15
-2 Long Knives
RECENT TRANSACTIONS:
Acquired Gold: 8gp
Final Currency: 8gp
EXPERIENCE:
+50xp (Meeting Jack, Jark and Pity)
+100xp (Starting a fight with Pity, and surviving)
+20xp ("SAVE!" bonus roll granted during combat)
+40xp (LORE ARTICLE UNLOCKED: NEW TAMJARIAN CALENDER)
+100xp (Hired!)
+20xp (LORE ARTICLE UNLOCKED: LIBRARIES AND THE ALLIED KINGDOM)
BACKSTORY:
(Currently Concealed from Players)
Posted on 2011-05-11 at 14:23:41.
Edited on 2011-08-10 at 10:31:16 by Celtia
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Hmmm...I think there might be a hearing problem somewhere, here...
Varis winced at the heavy tolling of the bell. 5 strikes...it was getting late. The sun would have set at least an hour ago...
Recovering from the noise, Varis reassembled his perfect smile, bowing his thanks to the nurse.
"Ah, fair lady; you know me too well. However...I believe you must have misheard my question, or else I am otherwise confused as to your reply. I spoke of the councillor for Magic, if you recall. An'Inglefar by name...surely he has been given medical attention?" Varis asked politely, hiding his fear behind a friendly mask. What if he had failed? What if she meant that the councillor for Magic's body was still in the courtyard? Varis had felt a heartbeat before he blacked out, he was sure...
Posted on 2011-05-11 at 14:04:01.
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Topic: Flux Wars Q&A
Subject: Just asking...
Could you please link this to the game? It took me a little while to find this again.
Anyway, directed at Omega; what makes Lantaris think that Crystal caused someone to commit suicide? Not giving anything away, but I'm curious.
Posted on 2011-05-11 at 06:28:58.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents
Subject: Well...
Jark grinned, taking the offered hand in a gentle handshake, careful of the shorter's condition.
"I was more surprised to hear about Kasellis and Pandemonium than 'Silvour', as we Arvalians tend to pronounce it. Blame a typing error by old scholars. But of course, first things first. Injuries like that will get you a free healer all over the city; most honorable clerics would have no reason to refuse. I can bring you to one I know only a couple of blocks from here if you can get that far, or else I could bring someone."
The half-orc looked at the barbarian, and cocked his head as if appraising the human, thinking.
"Mind you, and it's no business of mine if so, but if you'd prefer not to get too near to Clerics, then I know someone else who might be able to treat you nearby, though perhaps with less skill. It will be more convenient if you want to talk about being hired, though..."
Posted on 2011-05-10 at 13:04:19.
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