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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Silent: Rapid Shot, yeah. That thing did some real damage, haha!
Impulse: It's a concentration check, but yes. The leader is in light blue.
As a word of warning, there is something called a "Ready Action" (don't know if that's in 5e) and will take place just before the action that triggers it. So choose wisely.
Posted on 2016-03-29 at 15:16:23.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
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I don't know how to classify this. It's not a bug or an issue with the site. Classify under personal problems, I guess.
Does anyone else like to read RDI posts in split-screen mode better than full-screen? I feel like my paragraphs look like short sentences when the window is so dang big. I know it's all in my head but I'd like it if the pages read more like a book.
I guess my suggestion is maybe give an option to limit table width on posts.
Posted on 2016-03-29 at 00:46:19.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Looked menacing, I guess. :-P You got her back, though.
Posted on 2016-03-29 at 00:41:20.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Not a lot of tactical movement this round, but still enough movement for a map update! Here it is, kids!
Posted on 2016-03-29 at 00:37:38.
Edited on 2016-03-29 at 21:17:20 by Schnozzle
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Topic: Slate: The Hundred Years of Rain
Subject: The Battle Rages On
Though the sun was gone, enough light lasted to see the battle, now picking up in earnest. Battle cries and clashing steel met with the desert thunder.
Swinging her twin scimitars at the leader, Athelia found her mark once. A glancing blow, but it looked like she was getting the better of the wild woman. Blood dripped from the edge of the blade as she drew it away.
In that moment, Broy's Arm cut the air between Geoff and the same woman, dealing an overhand blow to her face. She grimaced, she grinned. She looked as though she were barely able to stand.
"I'll make that mistake your last, city boy," she said through clenched teeth. Geoff could see she had something up her sleeve, but the battle raged on around them. She would make her point soon enough.
With another snap and a hiss, Jacob's arrow found the Axeman's shoulder. It didn't seem to phase him - his eyes were locked on the fallen mage. With a swing of his axe the vines around his legs fell to the ground, and with what seemed a single step covered the distance to his love.
The feral man who carried a longsword looked Damian in the eye and sneered. With a quick flick of his wrist and a thrust of his arm, he drove the blade into Damian's side. It went deep.
There was a shout, and Geoff felt a whoosh of air beside his head. The woman carrying a sword had charged against him, but unlike her male counterpart she was blind and missed her mark completely. In the same moment, though, Geoff was attacked by the snarling deformity who seemed attached to the leader somehow. His bite found leather, as did his first claw. The second claw found flesh and raked him soundly. The creature's superfluous limbs were nearly useless, pummelling him only gently.
An axe planted into Silinrul's fur, and the woman wielding it drew it back with a grin. She should have expected what came next: in a split second, two of Clary's arrows planted themselves deep in her chest. She was badly wounded, but still able to defend herself against Silirul's bite that followed.
Another thwap echoed off the side of the old ship. Dax's arrow had found a new home in the Axe-weilding man's side, just as he began to kneel beside the mage.
A word passed Xana's lips, unspeakably horrible. The twisted creature she spoke it to howled in pain. Damian, too, spoke a word as he recovered from the harsh blow he had been dealt. This wasn't so horrible, but it seem to come to his lips unbidden. His staff twisted and grew much as the plants around him had. He would be ready for the next bout.
A voice rose above the clamor. It was the leader woman again. "That's enough. This fight is done. One more move and I'll break those barrels with a spell. One more attack on me or my crew and we will end the old man as well. You will not survive without your precious pure water."
(19 Damage to Damian [Crit]. 6 Damage to Geoff. 5 Damage to Silinrul.)
Posted on 2016-03-29 at 00:09:34.
Edited on 2016-03-29 at 00:11:47 by Schnozzle
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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I'm on it Silent. Sorry, I've been pretty jetlagged. There will be a post up tonight.
Posted on 2016-03-28 at 23:47:12.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Today, but like I said it's been a screwy week so if you need an extension that's fine.
Posted on 2016-03-27 at 10:30:24.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Yeah, the green square next to you is a person with a sword.
Entangle is one of those spells that effects all creatures within its range, not just all enemies. Every creature's movement is halved within the radius, even if they succeeded on a save to avoid becoming entangled.
Posted on 2016-03-27 at 00:24:32.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Yeah, movement through the green circle is half speed. I can't tell you how to play, but you would probably be better off fighting something close.
I realize now that a map update should have been part of my previous update. In the future, all my battle updates will be paired with a new map.
Posted on 2016-03-26 at 23:06:11.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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If you guys need an extension of a couple days, let me know.
Posted on 2016-03-26 at 22:50:02.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
Subject: Map!
Here's your map update! As always, ask if you have any questions.
Posted on 2016-03-26 at 22:48:05.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Sorry for not responding faster, Silent. I flew all night and then I was exhaused (boy are my arms tired...). Anyway, yeah Nomad and Scott are correct, the damage is just damage. Your current HP is 18 - you become unable to act at 0.
MAP UPDATE COMING TONIGHT
EDIT: Hey scott, in the future OOC only posts (like the last one you made in the game) go here. Not a huge deal, its just nice to keep the narrative clean.
Posted on 2016-03-26 at 17:57:23.
Edited on 2016-03-26 at 18:01:58 by Schnozzle
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Getting on the plane tonight. Less than 24 hours until a map update. Thanks everyone for your patience this week.
Posted on 2016-03-26 at 00:33:24.
Edited on 2016-03-26 at 17:59:04 by Schnozzle
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Geoff failed his save, so did Jacob and tWo of the feral people
Posted on 2016-03-22 at 10:26:00.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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I do the rolling! You just declare your intent.
Posted on 2016-03-21 at 11:36:40.
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Topic: Slate: The Hundred Years of Rain
Subject: Combat Begins!
Damian stepped forward to intimidate them throwing back his hood to reveal his ruined face. "Leave. Trust me. This is not a fight that you'll win. But if you dare fight I'll make sure you feel the sting of the rain"
Hideous laughter erupted from every member of the group. Several of them shifted their posture and revealed their similar faces. The feral men lived their lives running from the elements, and it was practically a rite of passage for them to get a few acidic scars.
As though in response to the laughter, what little plant life there was began to twist and grow, seemingly centered on Damian. The entire pavilion and the ground nearby became a morass of clinging vines and sharp sticks, entangling several of the feral people, but also wrapping around the legs of Geoff and Jacob.
"That was a stupid move, boy," she said with acid in her voice. Then she shouted "Kill them all!"
Thunder exploded through the air. On the flats, you could see rain coming for miles. This rain was closing on them fast. It was coming from the east tonight, and cut off all visibility in that direction. The weather would be on them in less than a minute.
As one, the group began to close on the pavilion. Two noises happened a snap and a hiss from above - Dax's arrow. Another snap-hiss from inside the pavilion, and two arrows planted themselves deep in the young mage's chest. She cried out, just once, then she she fell to the ground, her life's blood quickly running out.
"Ylena!" Called one of the men, the one with an axe. His legs were tightly wrapped with vines, preventing him from running to her side. She gaped like a fish, her mouth forming words that couldn't be heard. The man grimaced and bared his teeth. The others took a few practice swings as they approached.
A burst of golden dust exploded in the air. It was a potent one, and when the dust cleared the leader's eyes shone with the stuff. The girl with a sword looked the same, and so did the strange creature. Blinded and slowed by the vines, their movement was severely hampered.
Athelia was ready for them. Her twin scimitars flashed in the dying light, one bouncing off the leader's armor and the other finding a place in her flesh. The woman snarled at her incoherently.
Just as quickly, Geoff drew Broy's Arm from its scabbard and struck a decisive blow against the woman. Blood ran in a river from the side of her neck, but she was not to be felled so easily.
Jacob had intended to fire upon the mage girl, but his target was downed and his legs were wrapped in vines. Kicking them off, he moved behind the horse cart and prepared to fire on the enemy.
There was a flash of black fur in the air as the changed creature leapt forward. Its eyes shone gold with glitterdust, and it missed Geoff by almost a foot. The leader, clearly the master of the strange thing, swang her dire flail wildly. Her aim was so bad that it wasn't clear whether she meant to strike Athelia or Geoff.
The woman with the axe ran into the pavilion, and took a big chunk out of Clary. In response, the wolf bit the attacker's leg. Blood ran down from the wound and into the animal's teeth.
Damian felt a whoosh of cold air as a greataxe split the air beside his head. The man had advanced on him; now Damian could see the pained look on his face. His eyes were red and tears ran down his face. Behind him, the woman with a sword struggled, still outside the pavilion and unable to break free of the vines.
The last feral put her sword away and drew her bow. Her eyes, like the others', shone gold with glitterdust. She fired blindly into the pavilion. It was a stroke of luck that her arrow found Geoff, even at this range. It stuck deep into his armor, and blood ran out where it stuck.
((OOC: XX damage to leader. 11 Damage to Clary. 6 damage to Geoff. Mage girl bleeding out on the ground. Sorry I can't do a map update this week. This will be my last post on the Inn until Saturday/Sunday but I'm watching.))
Posted on 2016-03-20 at 11:35:39.
Edited on 2016-03-26 at 22:36:16 by Schnozzle
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
Subject: .l.
This is a test post. I'm sitting in the MCO terminal waiting on my flight. I've got custody of a decent tablet, and am hoping it's good enough for the heavy duty word processing required for an update to our game. I'm rewriting a lot of words, but let's be honest here: I've got time today. Looking forward to seeing all your reactions this week!
Noz
Posted on 2016-03-19 at 11:30:00.
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Topic: The Death of the Inn?
Subject: Thanks, Olan.
I have to say, the revival of the site following this post has been incredible. Stunning, even. We've gone from Trilogy being basically the only active game to having FIVE free form games and SEVEN Dungeons and Dragons games active. We're gaining new members as fast or faster than we can accommodate them with games, and old users are coming back to the site that haven't been seen online since before I was a member.
It's like the old adage, you never appreciate what you've got until you lose it. Well, we almost lost the Inn and even for the lurkers, it was like seeing your house on fire. This place is one of the best little sites I have ever found and I'm glad to have met each and every one of you guys. Here's to The Inn, may it live a thousand years!
Posted on 2016-03-19 at 00:31:17.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
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Silly Irel, There's ALWAYS time for music!
Posted on 2016-03-19 at 00:15:16.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
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I'm expecting a novel, Hammer.
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 23:39:58.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
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I will be lucky to fire off another post before Saturday 3/26... I'm going on a trip. I may be able to post from the tablet but it won't be as thorough as I'd like.
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 22:47:21.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
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Playing to influence reactions of NPCS, to try and lighten the mood or even just get them to look up.
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 21:57:29.
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Topic: The Evil Best Left Buried
Subject: The first stanza
Aedan was trying to do several things at once. He held his journal with one strong hand, while the other jotted notes about the weather. The trick of keeping one eye out for gullies, low-hanging branches, and potholes while keeping the other firmly on his writing was one he had mastered, but not quite fully. As a result, the young bard lingered at the back of the group, occasionally stopping his note-taking in order to catch up. He had become accustomed to this kind of adventuring, which to be honest was the way he preferred it. Let the heroes be heroes, he was just there to chronicle their exploits. Of course, he'd gotten them out of a spot of trouble awhile back, something Aedan was sure to leave out of his notebook. Those bandits were nasty fellows though.
Fog ~ Oppressive. Tyrannical.
Party ~ Uneasy. Troubled. Paranoid?
Gr./6 ppl. ~ Downcast. Ill?
He looked up from his notes. Something wasn't right, certainly. This fog seemed worse than a usual fog. More biting, somehow. He snapped his fingers and wrote down "biting" next to the entry "fog" in his notebook. The people were off as well; they seemed like shades drifting in the fog. Aedan hastily scribbled another note. Was the party right to draw arms on these people? Aedan wasn't sure, but he was certain that he wouldn't be the first to draw blood today. Either way, the mood could certainly use a lift. He swallowed
"This, this tension is too much for m, me. How about a l, little music, folks?" he asked, stowing his journal and pen. Without waiting for a response, he slung his dulcimer off his back and began to play, singing the words almost to himself.
A squirrel in the forest had lost his way
amid the oaks and the locust
he saw Mister Badger and asked him 'Say'
Which way's home? I just can't seem to focus...
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 21:55:12.
Edited on 2016-03-18 at 21:55:25 by Schnozzle
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Nimu: I said Sunday but I dun goofed. Saturday will be my best chance to post, then I'll be in Portland until the following Saturday. We will get into a rhythm after that and have Sunday updates all the time.
Impulse: I will take that into consideration. Your scars could be intimidating, however I'm afraid they won't be so scary to the feral people.
Scott: The grey border simply defines where the hull is. Protected from rain but it's still open to the air. The only places that have walls are defined in brown.
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 16:50:05.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Impulse, is your guy trying to Intimidate?
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 14:05:53.
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