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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: I was of the thought the deadline was thursday...
Which is why I didn't do it Before I left.. sorry
Posted on 2009-12-16 at 05:55:14.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: Posting
Posts for this and Other games will come either overnight or tomorrow morning based on whether or not I come home tonight. sorry bad weather has kept me away from home, and trying to write entire posts on iphone is tough, but i will do so if I'm left without alternative means.
Posted on 2009-12-16 at 01:34:22.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Posts
Posts for this and Other games will come either overnight or tomorrow morning based on whether or not I come home tonight.
Posted on 2009-12-16 at 01:32:46.
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Topic: Guess the Quote
Subject: ummm
General Chang from Star Trek IV Undiscovered Country?
"If a child runs into the room saying "Mummy, mummy! I love Jesus and He loves me! We're all going to Heaven when we die and God is looking over us!", people will smile and praise the child. Nobody would say "Don't be silly. You can't possibly say that because you don't fully understand everything about the religion. How can you know that for sure, when you've not read the Bible in the original Hebrew?!?". But if a child (or teenager, or adult) says "I've had a good think about it, and have come to the conclusion that Jesus is a myth and nothing in Christianity makes much sense. I declare myself to be a freethinking secular humanist.", then they are quite likely to receive the latter response. You could have all the theological training of a hedgehog and still get wild applause if you stand up and say you're a Christian, but it seems that atheists are required to demonstrate more intelligence and Biblical expertise than all the clergymen and theologians that have ever lived before they are allowed to publicly express their doubts."
Posted on 2009-12-12 at 18:24:41.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: I liked the taste of her cherry
chap-stick?
Posted on 2009-12-12 at 18:17:45.
Edited on 2009-12-12 at 18:18:25 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: hmmm
The missing poster is my brother... and all I know is he's doing non stop studying according to my parents... soooo I dunno..
Tek, you can update and just say there's an extra person, allow for a backpost... Don't stop the momentum!!
Posted on 2009-12-09 at 18:46:48.
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Topic: Santa Claus Letters
Subject: Yup
Now that canadian support is added . Work youth center and church all have copies. Spread the cheer 
Posted on 2009-12-07 at 19:19:00.
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Topic: Santa Claus Letters
Subject: hmmm
Apparantly Big America has Santa in a choke hold, cause he's not writing letters back to Canadian children  (No outside US option lol)
Love the thought behind it, I don't know what service was used when I was a child, but I remember recieving a letter back from Santa and it was the coolest thing ever, I brought it for show and tell and everything, so keeping this going is a great thing.
Posted on 2009-12-07 at 15:12:30.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 1 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Mushroom Soup, not quite like momma made it
Crellin bounced left and right between the thick stalks of the mushrooms wand held at the ready, awaiting whatever lay on the other side. But when he cleared the vegetation, he was not met with some grand beast, but instead the remains of fellow Khords, torn asunder and left to rot, compost for the forest floor. “Ooooh that’s not the way I wanna go no no,” Crellin spoke out loud though to no-one in particular. They continued on past the bodies, Crellin’s head twisting at odd angles to keep casting an eye upon the newly arrived cleric. “As Helengir’s trio broke off, and the tin-Khord arrived Crellin started counting on his fingers trying to keep track of who was coming and going.
His counting ceased however when they came across the large black pool of oily liquid, surrounding the stone and mushroom looming before them, Khord’s stuck in various positions to the stalk of the humongous fungus . “Ooohh.. Now I know why mamma always said to eat my veggies… So they wouldn’t grow to such a freakin size and try an eat me!”
Crellin watched as people discussed how to circumvent the black pool, thick droplets falling from the cap of the mushroom to land heavily below.
“I could wildshape into an eagle and get over there, but then my companions will remain here.. There are four of us.. together we can take one of the giant mushrooms down, using it as a bridge.”
He was curious to see Niaou’li ‘wild shape’ as she called it.. And into a bird no less! My did Crellin love birds… It reminded him once of these canaries he had in an old mine… Crellin stood idle for a moment recounting that same tale once more before snapping back to reality, his hand still clenching the wonderous rod while Niaou’li prepared a test shroom for submergence into the vile looking pool.
Leveling his Rod at the black pool he awaited the result of Niaou’li’s mushroom toss. If anything other than the shroom sinking, floating, or dissolving in some acidic way happens, he’ll activate his rod on the pool for no more reason than.. He can.
Posted on 2009-12-04 at 16:07:21.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Posted!!
Well that was a good read, and a good distraction for the day. I don't normally post quoting the Dm's post, but it's been likewise a long time since I've posted as a player, so I'm working on it.. I made Tek's post parts smaller so you can skip over them instead of rereading them over and over again throughout posts lol..
I look forward to see where this meet goes.
Posted on 2009-12-03 at 23:42:57.
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Mercy to the Masses.
The morning sun had rose as it did ever day before, and would God’s willing every day after; but this morning it shone just a little bit brighter, the glow of its rays just a little bit warmer as they caressed the soft cheek of Anora Arlessa, paladin of Liris. Anora had awoken this morning in a particularly good mood, for today there was to be a spectacle she had awaited seeing for quite some time. Today, in open declaration of the providence of justice would a defiler of life and home be put to death. And as she thought of one of the conspirators of the epidemic which stole from her an invaluable member of her family, she grinned. “At least you fall to the grace of Liris’ mercy, a quick and painless death, unlike the destruction and pain you caused not only to those who succumbed to the disease, but to those forced to live with the loss as well..” As she spoke, her grin turned to a momentary scowl, but she shook the thought from her mind. A cleansing wash will better prepare me for the trials of the dayshe thought.
As Anora’s toned form crossed her bedroom floor to the simple alcove which served as a shower, the warmth of the morning light bathed her in its embrace, and as her naked body felt the first droplets of cool water cascade over flawless skin and tender flesh. Anora had always made a habit of bathing in cool water, saving a hot bath only for special occasions. There was something about the chill, the shiver that coursed across her body leaving goose bumps that made her feel alive. She showered under that gentle stream humming to herself, a smile tugging at the corner of full pink lips. Pulling the simple chord which stemmed the flow of water, Anora stepped from the alcove to the simple wooden floor of her room, dancing to some silent tune, though she hummed to the choir song which played out fully in her mind. She cast water across the room as her strawberry hair whipped to and fro, her body twirling in the sun’s rays , her partner in this dance as she danced within its embrace. By the time she had finished her little song and dance, she was nearly dry, lifting a towel and patting herself free of any lingering moisture and wrapping her hair up into a knot.
Seeing as the execution in the square would be a public affair Anora decided she had best present herself in the dignified manner of her order, lifting the heavy steel suit of scale from it’s place atop the footlocker at the base of the bed. She took forth a cloth, and rested the suit across her lap, the cool metal against her skin. Gently, gingerly, and with great patience and care did she dab the cloth into a small well of oil sitting next the lamp at her bedside, and clean each scale, each link and joint of the suit to a polished shine. To be a paladin carried with it the responsibility of being a beacon of light in the eyes of the populous, a shining example of good and right to those who may have lost their way. The initial observation of a paladin too should reflect that mandate. As Anora held the scale up to the window, the sunlight reflected off of each perfectly crafted scale. Not a notch or nick marred the piece, and though Anora had wished it was due to her meticulous care for her armor, it was the lack of real combat experience which attributed to the pristine nature of it. Anora had only recently been inducted as a paladin, and even then had yet to see any real combat outside of training against her instructor’s and peers.
As Anora exchanged armor for blade, cleaning and polishing the longsword to a gleam, a rush inside her had her wondering when she’d first put the blade to use; what evil would she rid the world of with its righteous steel? As the paladin swung it around cutting nothing but air, she recanted her oath as a paladin. “I am the armor against cruelty, strong and resilient. I am the shield against intolerance, ever vigilant. I am the sword against injustice, swift and merciful.” Anora found herself sheathing her sword then as she finished her cant. “Though the sword should only strike if the armor and shield first fail. Compassion and understanding will halt a foe faster than any blade, so it is said..”… And there’s no blood to clean up afterwards Anora added to herself, as she donned a simple white and yellow ensemble, the feathered sword, symbol of her deity embroidered upon the shoulders of her tunic.
As she donned her armor, adjusted her sword sheath and shield bearing a similar emblem emblazoned into the heavy wooden planks, she set the rest of her gear upon her bedside, taking only her money pouch and head out into the streets, anxious to be a part of history, a part of cleansing Vyrrmas of an impurity upon the land, but when she arrived…
Fereln Square was a chaos zone.
Crowds howled and jeered at the site at the centre of the market area, pushing and shoving in order to get a spot closest to the scaffold. In the light drizzle of the late spring morning, on the central platform, stood a sight that was not very common within the walls of Vyrrmas, or anywhere else inside the borders of Alcana, for that matter, though as of late…it had become more frequent. Standing tall and addressing the crowds in a fervent manner, a member of the Church of Mallien stood before a man bound to a tall wooden post.
Anora had arrived late, her preening and polishing had prevented her from an optimal vantage point, but as the sister of mercy entered the crowd, many allowed her passage closer to the dais, perhaps expecting her to deliver final rites to the condemned man. Whatever their belief, Anora found herself standing at the forefront of the crowd, her presence ignored soon after as the cleric of Mallien spoke.
With one hand in the air, and the other clutching an unfurled scroll that was dampened by the rainwater, the cleric, marked an Inquisitor by the open-eye emblem that was embroidered in gold upon the breast of his robe, shouted and gestured to the gathered citizens.
“People of Vyrrmas! I call your attention upon this display set before you!” The Inquisitor’s powerful shouts had no means of not pulling eyes on him. People from several blocks away were drifting in to see what was going on here, and as they did, they, too, were worked into the mentality of the mob. “From within out midst, the watching eyes of Mallien have identified one soul turned to darkness!” At this, an enormous roar came forth from the people of the city.
Anora could not help but join in the cheer, though she was not as energetic in her display. Her eyes were locked upon the man who stood mere feet above and before her, his visage clear before her intense green eyes.
“Fear not, for he has been captured and brought forth to show you his face!” Sweeping a hand back, the cleric pointed at the man tied to the post. Rain had matted his mid-length black hair to his face, but his visage was clear enough. Sharp features, unshaven beard stubble growing in, and some wrinkles near the eyes. He was an older man, though in good physical state. Possibly a farmer or a labourer, judging by the broad shoulders. His gaze was directed downwards towards the dais, whether out of defiance or in despair.
“Look at them, heretic!”
No response was given.
As Anora looked on upon the man tied to the post before her, something inside her became unsettled. The man looked to be the type toiling in a field, or constructing something from the blessings of the land upon which he lived, not a dabbler in heretical powers of corruption and evil.
The Inquisitor glared at him, then looked to the masses. “The darkness has snatched his soul from his body! There is but one way to ensure that no more are led away from the righteous path by the allure of black magic!”
Whirling back in such a way that his dampened robes fluttered out behind him. He thrust a hand in the man’s face. “Speak now! Seek forgiveness in Mallien by confessing to your sins!”
The man gave no reply.
Grinding his teeth, the cleric placed his palm on the bound man’s forehead, pushing it back so that he could lock eyes. The brown orbs that looked back at him were full of hatred.
He released his hold, and turned to the crowd gathered around. “The devil seeks your souls next. I shall not allow that to happen!” He faced the captive again. “Repent!”
At the powerful words spoken in defiance of Mallien’s inquisitor, Anora found herself mouthing a response, her words lost under the din of the crowd. “Please repent.. Forsake your evil ways and repent.. Seek mercy before the gods, allow Liris to embrace your conflicted heart and tarnished soul… please…”
Finally, a response was drawn, though it was uttered slowly, but with extreme force and volume.
“Go....to...hell!”
The response shocked Anora, and she reached out, her white gloved hand extending towards the condemned man.. “No… Liris have mercy…”
The Inquisitor lowered his head, allowing his short brown hair to drip water onto his face. “It is a shame there is no other way...”
In a fluid motion, he drew his ornate sword from the belt around the waist of his robe, flourished it once, and struck the head from the neck of the accused. Blood splashed the pole and stage, while the head dropped to the ground at the cleric’s feet.
Blood sprayed from the severed neck, and splashed the pole and stage, but a few stray droplets had flown farther, and stained her outstretched glove, the crimson a stark contrast to the brilliant white of the material… As Anora’s eyes fell upon the sight of the blood upon her hands, her shoulder’s sagged. This was not what she expected to feel. Certainly the man was a felon, a maleficaer, an apostate against the virtues of the pantheon of light… but such a gruesome display did not seem befitting of the man.. Of any man. A soul’s final judgement on this mortal plane should be held between his accuser, and the authorities, not made a debacle… Anora shook her head as she realized her thoughts were in the minority.
An enormous roar went up amongst the audience as the priest placed the scroll into a pocket inside his robes, lifted his bloodstained sword high into the air, and snatched up the head of the witch by the hair. It, too, he hefted up for all to see.
“This is the face of the heretic! The one so tempted by the black arts that he would forsake everything for the ability to harness the dark arts!” The masses went wild. “There is nothing to fear! Lend your support, and Mallien shall ensure that nobody else shall be tempted to walk in darkness!”
Sheathing his sword, the Inquisitor took the spear from one of the standing soldiers near the dais, and mounted the head upon it. In a great display, he lifted it up so that even those farther away could see.
The head upon a pile seemed barbaric, it turned Anora’s stomache, and she fought to keep from wretching at the sight.. Before the Inquisitor had even finshed the words that followed she had already begun pushing herself away from the dias and through the crowd, desperate to get away from it all.
“Mallien will guard your souls, so long as you have lend your arms and hearts to discovering those amidst ourselves that would wish to see us fall to ruin!”
The crowd erupted in a tempest of roars and jeers as a pair of temple knights untied the body and dragged it from the scaffold, blood staining their grey robes. The cleric launched into a protective chant, casting a blessing upon the masses as they howled in judgment of the witch. And all around, the rain drizzled gently, a peaceful contrast to the execution that just unfolded.
Anora rounded a corner and her heart pounded in her chest. She was angry at the display, and she wasn’t even sure why. Subconsciously her hand had clenched into a fist and she struck the wall before her, nothing but moisture locked dirt clinging to her glove now mixed with blood and earth. “Why.. His death was quick.. Quicker than those who died at the hands of he and those like him… why then do I feel anger towards the manner in which he was executed, surely his death will bring happiness to the masses, but was this really the way for it to have been done?”
Anora spoke to noone in particular, but her mind raced, and she needed some clarity. When in such a state, there were only two places the paladin liked to find herself, and seeing as it wasn’t even midday yet, one was certainly out of the question… perhaps tonight after the sun had set.
In the meantime, Anora removed the gloves from her hands, placing them into her right as her left rose to run through her wet hair, removing the matted strands from her face. As she went to tuck the gloves into her belt however, she found a strange letter there instead, it’s finely pressed paper and red wax seal a startling sight. Spinning round, Anora cast a gaze at anyone around her, then immediately her hand went to her money pouch, still securely tied mere inches from the letter.
Confused, Anora returned to her room, before removing the letter from her belt and breaking the wax seal, perusing the contents. As Anora’s eyes finished scanning the document, she felt as though someone had read her thoughts, and put them to paper. Someone else, this “E” seemed to have similar feelings as her, and what’s more seemed to have information regarding something deeper than public knowledge on the matter.
You are not the only one to be selected in this unveiling. There are many needs to be filled. A sword-arm with a resolve as strong as steel. An open hand, to spread healing in the name of true peace. A voice of the earth, as deep as the mountains themselves. A woodsman, to guide through this twilight hour. A sneak, to slip past even the sturdiest walls. And finally, a spellweaver, even in these darkest times.
“A sword-arm with a resolve as strong as steel.. Could this be referring to me?” As Anora finished the paragraph, her eyes focused on the final sentence. And finally, a spellweaver, even in these darkest times. Whomever is calling this meeting must have put much thought into this indeed, especially if they risk bringing an apostate into these affairs… Anora folded up the letter and gently set it into her pack.
There were still many hours till the evening meet, and Anora had every intention of being there, if only to confront this spell weaver, and bring them to justice herself, but in a manner much less disrespectful than the public display she had just witnessed. She was interested to meet this “E” person as well, and hear what they had to say.
Picking up the rest of her belongings, and strapping them securely about her person, Anora gave a prayer to Liris, thanking Him for setting her on what she presumed to be His divine path of guidance. Heading out into the streets of Vyrrmas once more, she would kill the hours until the meet fulfilling her normal duties of peacekeeper, visiting the orphanages and hospices, slums and less than respectable areas of the great city, spreading what aid and signs of mercy she may amongst those less fortunate. (She’ll give a pair of copper to any homeless she comes across to fetch them a warm meal, complete any errands of kind requests asked of her, while killing time for the sun to set and her approach to the abandoned building.”
Posted on 2009-12-03 at 23:33:04.
Edited on 2009-12-03 at 23:44:12 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Audalis - Leeway
Subject: I must be tired
I thought Ayrn said go easy on the sausage, and I thought maybe Rdinn had started a recipe swapping thread
Posted on 2009-12-03 at 22:05:15.
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Topic: Confusion regarding spell lists
Subject: Duskblade
I have very fond memories of my duskblade in almerins game.. Dimension hop used defensively tactically and offensively wen combined w arcane strike ability will be a staple spell
Posted on 2009-11-30 at 22:36:34.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Clarification
Apologies as it appears i was the one misinformed.. I didnt know tek was using yellow equipment page starting funds thing and i simply took the class package and the meager funds associated w it... So yes.. Apologies again..
Posted on 2009-11-30 at 22:29:05.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Starting equipment
You told me use phb starting package for equipment.. Which i did.. Additional equipment i undetstood to be bought from starting funds.. If ALL equipment is to be bought as such ur gonna have armorless weaponless pcs aplenty.. 16 gp doesnt go far
Posted on 2009-11-30 at 22:18:17.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Uhhh
Hate to be the rules lawyer... But the ranger has 67 gold.. The sorcer had 90 starting goldThats not possible for a first level character.. Did i miss out bigtime on my 6d4 minus one modifier being 5d4???
Posted on 2009-11-30 at 18:25:38.
Edited on 2009-11-30 at 18:28:27 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Knowledge..
The ceiling is roughly hewn with great wooden support beams, rgough as mentioned in a previous post many seem chewed through or rotten from moisture , lack of upkeep and time.
The rat like creature from a rolled knowedge planes check reveals the 'hive mind' like intelligence could simply be a vermin trait accustomed to many species natural to Toril, however the merging of the swarms does befit an otherworldly presence for sure, as though one power has taken control of the many lessers, providing them a driving purpose and influence.
Posted on 2009-11-30 at 18:09:50.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Updates abound!
If you're still here, I'll be trying to get this rolling once more.. Let's see who's still around shall we?
Posted on 2009-11-28 at 12:44:08.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Sleep well...
Elendil slept soundly in her elvish reverie. Her meditation invigorated both her body and her mind. The hours passed, the evening quiet and still. While she slept, her owl plucked a field mouse from the forest floor, a midnight snack during it’s watchful vigilance.. (Still waiting for timelines to catch up a bit first, sorry Dragon Mistress)
Posted on 2009-11-28 at 12:43:09.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Can I take your order?
Bronwyn descended into the mess hall and took her seat. She mused over her future in these strange lands, in this keep claimed from the goblin horde and growing more into a place of permanent residence with each passing day. Would this place hold a home for her? Or would she continue south to the civilized lands with cities, and academies where she could research amongst dozens of her kind, eager to unravel the mysteries of the weave and ply their trade. Tonight’s meal consisted of a simple salad of harvested greens imported by caravan, a chuck wagon stew, with a hearty brother and thick chunks of meat slow cooked since the early morning. Loaves of tack were stacked high upon the table, with apple butter and honey to help mask the texture of the hard bread. A wheel of cheese lay open as well, a wedge carved from the wax coated morsel. It wasn’t a meal fit for a king, but it was hearty and comforting as the scent filled the room, a tea of mixed herbs bubbling over the hearth.
A serving girl approached Brownyn, placing a tray with stew and salad before her, as well as basic utensils. “May I fetch you something to drink m’lady”
Posted on 2009-11-28 at 12:39:08.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Roderick
Lord Bartholomew looked over Sir Roderick with a stern nod and a smile. “Kind warrior, know that Starspire Bastion readily welcomes any who serve to rid the northern borderlands of evil or strife. Know also, that aside from food in your belly and a place to lay your head to rest, there is little to be offered at this time in way of compensation aside from the gratitude of myself and all who reside here. There is much to be done around here, from repairs, to guard duty, to perhaps lending your knowledge of Helm in prayer to those willing to listen. These are times of uncertainty, and though many hope to carve a niche for themselves here, there is much to fear out here so far from aide, and so close to winter’s chill. Please, walk about the grounds, see where you may help out, and thank you for joining our little band of would be world changers out here in these once forsaken lands. The woman, Lady Brownyn, is a helpful sort, perhaps she can better fill you in on the everyday affairs around here if you require a guide. Thank you again.”
Posted on 2009-11-28 at 12:29:05.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Soldier... Fall in!
Xaris barked in anger and disgust at the disobedient Rook, commanding his return to formation and training. “…And I swear, if you continue walking in that direction I'll have to put you in your place. This is no time for people to act like children!"
The sheer authority in the white gnome’s voice shook Rook to the core, a trembling as though he has been drenched in a late autumn storm, took him and he shuddered under the intimidation of Xaris. He started to say something but one look at Xaris’s cold stare silenced him, and he picked up his weapon and fell back in line, to the judgmental stares of his peers.
Posted on 2009-11-28 at 12:20:31.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Bet you didn't see this coming..
The rodent swarm seemed never ending. It crashed over the defenders like an insufferable wave of fur claw and tooth. Linnix scrambled for higher ground, while Aelistae hacked without abandon at the infestation attacking her and her companions. Talus let loose another brimstone blast, scorching a cluster of vermin once more setting multiple critters alight, the scurrying death throes tossing the burning rats into their kin. The transfer of flame spread, but not into some great consuming blaze that Talus had hoped for. Dylan broke into song, a strange thing given the dire situation, but there was something rousing in his tone, motivating in his words. His song was directed towards the rodent swarms, hoping to distract, perhaps fascinate them long enough to implant a subtle suggestion or two, something along the lines of “stop clawing my face off” perhaps.
The music stirred the swarm, but the efforts for survival from their companions prevented any solid distraction. The music did however have an unexpected effect however. The swarm began to squeaking in time with Dylan’s song. As one, the dozens aupon dozens of rodents began squeaking, until their combined wail was overwhelming to the companions of Starspire. The shriek of tiny rodent cries was disorienting, the octave raising till the shriek was replaced by a ringing in the parties ears. By the time the change in inner ear resonance was verified, the rat swarm had begun retreating, pulling back from the heroes. In the momentary confusion of their withdrawal, Linnix found her foothold upon the table and stood clear while the rats pulled back farther into the center of the room. It was then that Aelistae first noticed that the rat swarms weren’t withdrawing down the opposite tunnel, or scurrying for the walls, instead they had turned upon each other, the numerous miniature swarms melding, merging into one massive form. Rats blended and merged with one another, till individual forms were lost in the blurring of flesh and fur. The mass then began to take form, nearly filling the height of the chamber, the width of five men standing abreast. The giant rodent creature stood larger than any anyone had seen, or even heard of in legend or tale.
The creature’s body was massive in proportion to it’s twin rat shaped heads protruding from the mass, each the size of a full grown man in size. Each lined with a hundred jagged teeth dripping with vile liquid which seemed to hiss as it struck the cold earth beneath it. Its heads barked in unison, a high pitched wail that disoriented Linnix who was closest to the creature, even as she presumably scrambled back towards her friends. (-1 attack rolls and dex based skill checks) Glowing eyes of deep red filled the hollows of the twin heads, And a deep voice, trembling as though a hundred spoke in unision reverberated within the minds of all present.
“We have claimed these halls as our den. You will feed our young for days to come, and when the last of the flesh has been stripped from your bones, perhaps your foolish kin will send more in search of you, and we shall feed anew”
Posted on 2009-11-28 at 12:06:21.
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Topic: Character Class Help
Subject: hehe..
I see Pwent...
GUTBUSTER!!!
Posted on 2009-11-25 at 20:03:44.
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Topic: Assistance is Required...
Subject: ok been awhile since I've made a 3.0 charrie.. so here she is
Player: Chris
Character: Anora Rose’-Blanche Arlessa
Race: Human (Syln)
Class: Paladin of Liris 1
Alignment: Lawful Good:
Characteristics:
Losing her family/the vinyard. ---Phobia
To one day ride a Pegasus/Unicorn----Aspiration
Patience/Understanding: Having been raised to be a negotiator and consort, Anora is exceptionally well adapted to seeing other peoples opinions and perspectives and finding suitable compromises for most mundane disputes.----Virtue
Sexuality: Raised by her mother to employ everything a beautiful woman has at her disposal to achieve the best possible outcome, Anora is no innocent child when it comes to sexuality, and though she has donned the vestments of faith, she does not shy away from the pleasures of the flesh, for during such encounters does she feel most at peace with herself ---Vice
Vengeance: Though taught that mercy begets mercy, Anora holds a deep inner hatred for the collaborators of the Scarlet Feverflash which robbed her of her brother Samual and constantly seeks information to hopefully seek retribution.--------Obsession
5 Monsters of familiarity:
Goblinoids
Undead-Skeletal
Pegasus
Unicorn
Owlbears
Statistics:
(Originally raised to be a Bard, I specced her stats accordingly, not exactly the perfect Paladin build, but more realistic to her Background)
Strength: 14
Dexterity: 16
Constitution: 13
Intelligence: 16
Wisdom: 14
Charisma: 18
Saves: Total -Base-Ability Modifier-Magic Modifier-Misc Modifier-Temp Modifier
Fort: ----3-------2---------------1
Ref:-----3--------0--------------3
Will:----2--------0--------------2
Saves: Notes:
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Combat Block:
Base Attack: 1
Grapple: 3 (Base atk +2 strength)
Melee: +3
Long sword: Atk: +4 Damage: 1d8 +2 Critical 19-20/2
Ranged: +4
Short bow: Atk +3 Damage 1d6 Critical x3
AC: 10+4 (Scale Mail) +2 (Heavy Wooden Shield) +3 (Dexterity) =19
Hit Points: 11
Armor: Scale Mail
Shield: Heavy Wooden
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Feats:
Lvl 1: Weapon Focus Longsword
Lv1 1 Human Bonus: Mounted Combat
Skills: (2xInt Modifier)
Lvl 1: (2x3)x4(lvl1)+4(human)= 28points:
Concentration: 4 +1(con) =5
Craft:
Diplomacy: 4 +4 (Cha) =8
Handle Animal: 2+4 (Cha)= 6
Heal: 2+2 (wis) =4
Knowledge: Nobility/Royalty: 4+3 (int) =7
Knowledge: Religion 4+3 (int) =7
Profession:
Ride: 4+ 3 (Dex) =7
Sense Motive: 4+2 (wis) =6
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Class Abilities:
Aura of Good
Detect Evil
Smite Evil 1/day
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Equipment:
Scale mail (equipped)
Heavy wooden Shield, (equipped)
Longsword (equipped)
Short bow (equipped)
Quiver with 20 arrows
Backpack with Waterskin,
1 day's trail rations,
bedroll,
sack,
flint and steel,
Hooded Lantern,
three pints oil,
Wooden Holy symbol of Liris.
Robes of Liris
1x Change of traveler's clothes
Monetary Wealth:
Total Monetary Wealth: 18 Ketch (Gold)
Ketch/Gold: 15
Silver: 20
Copper: 100
Posted on 2009-11-25 at 20:00:32.
Edited on 2009-11-25 at 20:02:11 by Kaelyn
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