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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Posted!
Far to the north of any ‘civilized’ land, and too far south for the elves of the Wealdath to do little more than watch and pray the foul Bolikar’s rule wouldn’t turn his attention to their beloved woods, it was up to a handful of strangers, brought together by happenstance, fate, destiny or the whimsical nature of Tymora perhaps. Whatever the reason for their gathering here and now, the dealers of fate had dealt them their hand, and with it they would do all they could to bring down the seemingly stacked house.
Many of Bartholomew’s group had already pushed the threshold of the structure, using everything at their disposal to keep those gates from being shut, and either entrapping them within the compound with overwhelming numbers at their sides, or worse, separated from the rest of their company, with little hope of escape or aid.
While friend and stranger alike battled for a foothold within the structure, it was Linnix who turned her attention away from the carnage now behind her, to scan the darkness for any sign of the snipers that had attacked only moments before. Linnix’s eyes were far poorer in these conditions than her dark elf companion, but she trusted in her instinct to make up where sight failed her. Drawing her bow, she waits, for the slightest shift in the shadows of the tree lines cast by movement, and when it comes, she lets fly her arrow…
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Elendil and Bronwyn were at odds, the ranger’s history filled with skirmishes and battle, her instincts telling her to charge the keep, to slay all who threatened the livelihoods of the innocent or her kind, to put down an ally of the goblin horde as though they were just a withered limb, ripe with infection, needing only to be severed and cleansed by her blade. The mage however, was little more than a well-to-do farm girl, whose impressive theoretical know-how and book smarts had not seen the chance to be put into real world practice, and as such, her still innocent eyes were filled with horror, her heart filled with terror, and her stomache filled with ever rising remnants of whatever might be left within.
As the two women came verbally at odds, each yanking Buttercup’s reign’s this way and that, the pony eventually siding with Brownyn, and adding her own considerable weight against the ranger’s pull had made it clear they would not head towards the keep. Unfortunately for Buttercup however, she would not be heading anywhere except perhaps a compost pile, as Linnix’s wild shot into the dark, missed the archer who grazed Aelistae, missed the caster whose magic missiles passed them by, and sank full to the fletching in the poor pony’s skull. (Linnix had something of a 20% chance to hit Elendil or Brownwin, 30% for the pony (larger target) and 30% to miss and rolled a pair of natural twenties) The shot was so clean, that the women didn’t even immediately notice the arrow, only that Buttercup had stopped her struggle, and simply lay down in a heap. Her laden back toppling to the ground as a few odds and ends rattled around in her saddlebags. And that was the wake-up call for Bronwyn that reaffirmed that she was not dreaming, this may be a nightmare, but she could not simply close her eyes and wish it all away. Her life as she knew it had just been shattered into a million pieces, and her only true companion now lay dead at her feet. The only person before the mage was Elendil, who even for all her lengthy years of life was, for the moment, unable to find the words to say anything.
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Back in the Stronghold, Xaris’ Thunderstone impacted moments before he and the others, including Atharam’s own charge spilled into the ranks of the goblin horde. Goblins, fell quickly, with more seemingly endless replacements to take their place. The battlefield soon was growing higher as more and more bodies fell, but momentum soon faded, and it would become a battle of attrition through stamina and strength of arm.
Dylan’s Summoning of a Celestrial Wolf meant one more distraction, and Talus’ Baleful utterance made short work of a feeble club, only to have its wielder cut down by Aelistae’s keen blade. Xaris, Artanis and Intella moved away from the gate itself, trying to make for bigger pray, but the process was slow going, as javelins and sling stones were thrown, clubs and short swords and fists and feet kept at them and those around them.
The battle was hard fought to be sure, but it seemed like they were all making some progress. Atharam’s trio too were having a modicum of success against such vast numbers. At one point, Hawkril was pulled over the side of his steed Charger, and Atharam thought him lost, but just as quickly, a cry to Helm, and a thrust of his spear down for leverage had him back in the saddle, and fighting anew, looking little worse for ware. Seleyon however, for all her training in archery was forced into melee, the sheer number of goblins pulled and prodded her out of position, and with a Shudder, the gates were closed behind her as she hacked furiously at those around her.
Much like Seleyon, on the other side of the keep, Fate too was surrounded, outnumbered, and tiring as more and more blows passed his defences, whittling away at his fortitude and strength. To falter was to die, he knew, and with all the air in his lungs he bellowed out another warcry. “I shall not fall till Bolikar’s Dead!” Bolstering his own resolve he did all he could to outlive, and outlast his attackers.
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(Health Recap after a slew of random attack rolls for round one)
(Aelistae 29/3
(Linnix 32/ 37)
(Dylan 34/35)
(Artanis 39/50)
(Xaris 51/61)
(Talus 28/29
(Intella 34/36)
(Bart- Green Status)
(Atharam 49/55HP)
(Hawkrill -Green Status)
(Seleyon -Green Status)
Fate- (Yellow Status)
Bartholomew finally pulled up, at the rear of the pack, crossbow in hand, and noticing Linnix’s attention turned to the woods he cast his own glance yonder, but could not see anything save shadows through the trees.
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As different factions fought for a common foothold, the image of Bolikar gave one last resounding command, before fading from the sky. “You dare challenge the might of Gruumsh, of Bolikar he who is blessed! I shall squash you impudent infidels like insects myself!”
The fury of the goblins seemed bolstered by their leader’s impending arrival, and somewhere within the complex wardrums began to sound anew, as Hobgoblin Commander’s and Orcish Captains began barking orders. The goblins seemed to fall back, taking Attacks of opportunities aplenty, leaving many more dead as Gnoll’s with halberds began filling their ranks, keeping a perimeter around Atharam and Hawkril, while Intella, Artanis, Aelistae and Xaris fought to reach the mounted men. In a matter of moments, they were surrounded by a ring of goblinoid corpses, and beyond them, halberd points, and orcish axes each separated by a pair of goblin javelins.
(Gnoll Goblin Goblin Orc Goblin Gobilin Gnoll Goblin Goblin Orc Goblin Goblin Gnoll Goblin Goblin Orc… etc etc)
Those still at the Northern Gate, Dylan, Linnix, Talus and Bart were cut off from the others as a wall of goblins three deep filled in the space behind their more skillfull warriors, turning their attention to those few left unprotected. Seleyon and Fate were still on their own, outnumbered 10/1 by the little green bastards.
To complicate things further, A lone figure appeared floating over the southern expanse of the stronghold. Certainly not Bolikar by judgement of the lithe frame, spidersilk woven black robes hanging loosely over fine linked chain covering ebony skin, and silvery hair which draped over her feminine shoulders, but imposing just the same. In a voice carrying inflections of an all too familiar accent she spoke. “Bow mortals, to Bolikar, Blessed by the One Eye, and next to Ascend to the realm of Gods!”
Upon seeing Aelistae below, however she also added in a phrase in Drow, that only the priestess could understand. (sent via PM)
Posted on 2008-10-20 at 17:11:43.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Kaelyn
is glued to his seat and swear's not to move until god upheaval's his posterior from said chair, or the update is done.
Posted on 2008-10-20 at 15:05:59.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: No problem Bro,
I'll swap my days plans with those of tomorrow, meaning, post tonight, and I'll update tonight whilst it's quiet and I'm uninterrupted.
My post is well underway anyways so really it's just tweaking, filling in the blanks and then update shall arrive!
Posted on 2008-10-19 at 13:39:33.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Oh, I can see where one might be confused
You were all gathered at the east side of the fort, under the treeline, but the 'dash' was around the bend to the Northern entrance...
So yes yes yes to being at the northern entrance.
I'm behind a bit this week, but I'll update first thing my next day off and I'll make it a little extra somethin somethin to make up for fallin behind on my end for once 
Posted on 2008-10-17 at 13:36:43.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Update
As I posted, Work and RL has pulled me away from the inn for an indefinate amount of time. HOwever ,this game is the one thing I'm keeping up.
AS such the update's more than half done, I just need DM to respond to a PM I sent her about Elendil's intended actions as "Run to the keep" didn't give me alot to work with so I'm giving her time to give a little more imput. I must say the melee looks something like a medieval royal rumble when I placed everyone out on the battlemat for combat purposes lol.
EDIT: Just pray Brownyn doesn't suddenly have a taste for combat and fireball again... 
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 09:55:07.
Edited on 2008-10-14 at 09:56:09 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Kaelyn's Possible Down Time
Subject: Gone... Sorry!
Hey all, Work and some side ventures have stolen me for at least a few weeks, which means my stabilitiy to post is going to be nil since I've gone and taken on way more than any one man should in their right mind lol.
As such, I'm leaving word to all DM's I game in, I know I've recently joined a few, but feel free to NPc/ give away, or drop the characters, with my apologies, I'd rather not leave everyone hoping for a post and not come through.
As for the players in my own game. It's the one project I'll be keeping. So expect posts soon, even if it means typing them up on a 3 inch cell screen I'll get it done.
Anywho, here's to the night/managing/catering/larping/graphics designer whose got more to do than hours in the day allow.. Sigh..
and here's hoping it leads to retirement at 50 
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 01:08:30.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: 100'
is the distance between Elendil (read enemy sniper) and Aelistae / the party. You who are double moving, are probably near the corner of the keep, rounding it coming into view as the arrows are shot as it were. So maybe 30-50 ft from Aelistae who is currently along with the other's blocking the gate with swarms of gobboes and greenskins on the other side... SO, assuming you've reached behind Aelistae where Linnix say is, there's less than 30ft between you and the enemy.
Update tomorrow!
Posted on 2008-10-13 at 05:34:41.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: TADA!
It's up
Posted on 2008-10-08 at 13:34:10.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: At long last... Now.. who the heck is the enemy?
All it took was the explosion of fire and stone, mortar and goblin giblets to spur everyone into action. The direct assault upon Bolikar’s hold, the responsive shouting of orders and the closing of the gates meant that all time for slow, deliberate planning had run out, and decisive action needed to be taken to ensure advantage was found upon the battlefield this day.
From the east, Everyone took from their horses to the entranceway, some quicker than others as some sought to tend to their steeds, tying them off before making their dash. Aelistae led the charge, her lithe form fleeting between the shadows, as she rounded the buildings northeaster corner, Linnix, Jozan, and Intella right behind her, Artanis, Talus, and Dylan shortly behind them. Only Bartholomew had opted to stay behind for the time being, ensuring all the horses were properly secured, for to lose their means of fleet escape could cost them dearly. He too would join them after the initial confrontation cleared the way.
As the drow priestess crossed the threshold of the keep, a prayer and a battle charge in the name of her goddess spurring her steps, her direction was halted suddenly as an arrow whistled past her ear, to land in the earth before her, a second drawing a dark line of crimson across her cheek and slamming into the Wooden gate door, alerting her to the presence of danger at her flank. (Aelistae 34/38hp) Taking only long enough to cast a glance behind her, her keen dark vision enhanced sight was able to spot a pair of forms huddled behind the treeline, a larger creature behind them. There, that was where the arrows flew from.
And who could blame Elendil for such an action, as a drow of all creatures, the hated enemy of her kind, the surface elves passed into view, illuminated under the crimson glow of Bolikar’s projection overhead. At her rear came more enemies, a strange white skinned and glowing veined creature, another of like size gliding along seeking shelter in the refuge of the strong wooden gates no doubt. The armor clad woman, evil caster, and shadow wrapped woman all made their way for the keep, and Elendil would do all she could to stop them from joining the ranks of their goblin comrades..
Then, from the treeline as well came three darts of mystical energy came swirling towards Aelistae. Another attack from the trees it would seem. The drow could only raise her sword in preparation for the attack, but was shocked when the shards of light flew past her, to strike unerringly one of the goblins unfortunate enough to stick its nose out too far whilst pushing the gate closed. The dart’s exploded knocking the very much dead creature back into the swarm of others, only to be quickly replaced by another foul creature of the mountain caves.
Soon, the entranceway of where the doors were closing was filled with warriors, as Xaris, Aelistae, Artanis and Intella stood two abreast and two deep, with Linnix at their flank, while Talus and Dylan hurried to arrive in time. As the goblin’s noticed the enemy right upon their doorstep, many charged, to remove or capture those foolish enough to try and tackle an entire keep… only to be met with the cacophonous blast of Xaris’ hurled thunderstone, deafening many, as blood seeped from ruined eardrums, stunning more than a few of those caught in the center of the items effect.
(Will leave it here for change of possible plans, otherwise I’ll move straight into combat. Dylan and Talus can reply as arriving in due time as well)
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From the west, Atharam spurred on Raykel, followed by Seleyon and Hawkrill in their favoured V formation, the lance tip at the arrow’s point, leading the charge into combat. From their some 600’ away, the horses would have to make full use of their pure blooded speed and stamina to make the doorway, but Seleyon wasn’t concerned with such trival things such as that. She would leave the steering to her horse, for she had other duties to attend to. Once, twice, thrice her bow twang went unheard, drowned out by the thundering hoof steps of the charging steeds. Her large, long arrows sailed forward, two of them catching an orc as he pushed the door closed, felling him where he stood, the third arrow sinking deep into the door itself, eliciting an under-the-breath curse from the beautiful copper elf, such was her goal for perfection. A score of seconds was all it took for the powerful mares to take the warriors to the gates of goblin infested hell.
Those gates would hold, they would not close, not until every last ill-blooded greenskin, monster, or bastardized form of life was absolved from this world, and with that in mind, Atharam and Hawkrill charged forward, into the ranks of the goblin horde. Atharam and Hawkrill’s horses biting and trampling as they went, lance and spear skewering those in their path. It was only by sheer number that their momentum was stopped, and the two soon found themselves surrounded by a sea of enemies. A glance about the area put a handful of strangers barring the north gate as well, A look of grim determination upon their face. The paladin was thankful to see reinforcements, even if they were strangers, but then he noticed she at the forefront of their formation. The dark skin, the long white hair, and the elegant looking blade which the holy warrior had known to have seen its share of kills….Drow!
With no time at the present to concentrate on discerning her intent (no actions left for a Detect Evil) Atharam could only focus on the sea of blood frenzied and panicked enemies around him and his squire, who was already trying desperately not to be pulled from Charger. In the gateway, Seleyon, bow in hand was still picking her shots keeping the doors clear of those seeking their seal, but she too was soon engaged by a teeming number of filthy creatures, their crude weapons raised for elvish blood.
In the far northeast corner of the central combat zone, Fate was first nearl deafened by the exploding thunderstone, then thought himself mad as Atharam’s gleaming form cut a swath into the heart of the goblin infestation, before being swarmed himself, and the arrival of so many more gave him cause to believe that Tymora willing, he may just survive this night. With renewed vigor, the strange warrior called out a warcry of his own, brandishing his ‘swallowtail’ to dangerous effect against any goblin or otherwise foolish enough to get in his way. “For the Glory of Amn!”
(Alright, while continuity may not add up exactly in seconds to rounds ratios, everything posted has been included in as best a fashion as to allow the flow and excitement of the situation to be maintained. By DM’s own words, I had her fire at Aelistae who cut across the Gate and tried to enter, which may in turn change Aelistae or the other’s response. Aelistae, Linnix, Xaris, Intella, Atharam, Hawkrill, Seleyon, and Fate can all see each other clearly, as well as the some three score or more (60+) assorted goblins, hobgoblins, orcs and gnolls scattered about. It is hard to see anything else beyond the confusion of the swarm.)
Posted on 2008-10-08 at 13:31:39.
Edited on 2008-10-08 at 13:35:44 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: hmmm
I thought I had posted, then fell asleep and didn't wake up till just before heading to work, but I tel lyou, the 'dream post' I did was a good one if I do say so myself haha.
Anyways, I'll finish it at work if need be so I can get the blasted thing up, I know more than a few of you have high expectations or anxiety about what's about to happen.
Posted on 2008-10-08 at 02:15:37.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Update
started, good portion done, just something came up and has pulled me away for the night unexpectedly, so I'll finsih later this eveing (which means like 3am liekly) or tomorrow morning.
Oh, and Sib, I love the stern look you gave the horses..
"Move and you're glue"...
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*runs off to help others*
EDIT: in a hurry out the door forgive horrendous spelling
Posted on 2008-10-07 at 01:27:40.
Edited on 2008-10-07 at 01:28:45 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Stranger's from all walks of life, bound by fate
As Armand and Deunan observed the other’s that entered the meeting room, strangers from all different walks of life appeared making introductions. Armand and Deunan in kind replied, introducing themselves, before a crash in the armoury diverted their attention long enough for another pair of individuals to make an entrance.
"Is this it?" A slightly gruff voice is heard.
"You've forgotten already, Akihiko?" Snaps the voice of an influential-sounding woman.
"Sheesh, you're not in a good mood today, Mitsuru." The first voice responds.
Quickly reaching the others already there, and standing in approximately the same spot as the centre two members of the Council were, the woman, evidently named Mitsuru, immediately introduces the two of them. She has long, dark red hair which falls over one eye, leaving the other, her left, in view. She is dressed almost as though she is at the same level of influence as the Council, with well fashioned yet functional and practical clothing and at her side is an elegant rapier. Beside her stands a man who is dressed casually, compared to Mitsuru; he wears a simple garment of one who is used to travel, and carries his jacket held over his shoulder by his right hand. He has short, grey hair and what seems to be a bandage above his right eye. In his left hand he carried a pair of spiked gauntlets, and is apparently a close-combat person.
"I am Mitsuru Kirijo, and this is Akihiko Senada. As you likely guessed, we are here to aid in this quest." Mitsuru says formally.
"Hey." Akihiko says casually in greeting.
"My actual purpose here will be partly to oversee this operation." Mitsuru continues, "Not as a commander of course, however, I will suggest you heed my advice; I am skilled at providing tactical information, and is thus why I was commissioned by the Council."
“Hail and well met you two” Armand replied, giving his name and that of his female companion in response. “It will be good to have one who can view any terrain as a potential battlefield, and assign the pieces of the chessboard to their most effective positions.”
Deunan had made off gfor the armoury, returning only after stocking up on enchanted ammunition, and sporting a better suit of full plate and longsword than her own.
There is a loud clang as the front gate opens briefly, and turning, everyone sees a person dressed in black, with a black hood obscuring their face, step into the hall. In their right hand is held a beautiful yet apparently dangerous scythe which seems to have a dull blue sheen to its metallic appearance. They step carefully, yet the noise of their footsteps radiates coldly in the hall. They are unhesitant as they approach the group, each step taken with care, yet each step deliberate.
Armand’s own completely sheltered visage, hidden by a quarter inch of solid iron that masked his face from view turned to face the newcomer, his innate ability to detect menacing aura’s failing to alert to the likewise somber dressed figure, female he guessed by the form of her walk, and the subtle swaying of hips with each deliberate step. “The fate of the world draws all kinds it would seem” Armand said, his eyes a golden glow behind the darkened steel of his mask observing the stranger’s Scythe with a keen interest, detecting it for any magical properties. (detect magic on the new woman) “Hail… and welcome to the ranks of those destined to change the future.”
Posted on 2008-10-07 at 01:21:17.
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Topic: When the Silence Breaks...
Subject: The value of honor
Reuban listened intently at how Motolov broke down just what this little disagreement meant on a grander scale of things beyond words. To question, no, to insult one's honor was to upheave everything that lay the foundations of importance for an individual, and Reuban knew more than most just what honor, above and beyond mere reputation meant. It's value was beyond compare, and while it could be bought out for a price, sold and lost in the same transaction, the price to regain it, like he, Gunther, and apparently now this Krosan dwarf was far higher than any monetary fee.
"Good dwarf, I accept the terms of this battle as just and deserved, all I ask is that you show mercy upon the ignorant, and try to keep the damages to this impromptu battlefield to a minimum. May Liris show favor upon the righteous."
With that, Rueban steps aside, pulling any furniture he encounters as far away from the coming battle as he can to spare the proprieter any unneeded expenses.
Posted on 2008-10-07 at 00:38:59.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: I expect...
to be able to update to the many things I need to post to sometime today, just in a lil while, when the vicaden's wear off from my blowing out my knee...
So in my gibbled condition today I'll likely be around taking time to play catch up.
Posted on 2008-10-05 at 17:40:20.
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Topic: When the Silence Breaks...
Subject: Violence begets violence
The road towards Evis Nollan was somewhat quiet, but altogether peaceful as Reuban kept the pace along with the other’s led by the pair of Gano towards their agreed upon place of respite for the evening. As the motley hamlet came into view, so too came the scents of smoke and cured meat, and the warmth of chimney and fire exhaust to battle the chill of the night for a spell.
“Ah my traveling companions, to at last rest our feat, and enjoy our fill.” Reuban said, about to add more when a crash inside the nameless tavern bearing a brown boar drew their attention elsewhere. Opening the door revealed a situation that apparently had gone from a disagreeable comment, to a bloody retort of physical, rather than verbal violence, and now threatened to draw into the escalated chaos innocent civilians.
What startled Reuban even more-so was the casual intervention of his companions, who with drawn steel and threats of their own had hoped to somehow quell this outbreak. “Violence begets violence” Reuban said as he entered the common room, his voice loud enough for all to hear. As he approached the knife wielding human, he kept his hands out to the side, uplifted in a non-threatening manner.
“Can this dispute not be resolved without bloodshed? Kindly put down your blade, -turning to the Krosan- and you your hammer and let us not sully your good names, nor the kind hospitality of this establishment with such barbarism.”
Reuban places himself between the two aggressors, hoping to talk them down from a physical altercation, his hand rests at the longsword at his hip, though he has not drawn it. He his ‘holding’ his action, the intent of the others integral to his own response. If either should try to harm him, or pass him in harming the other, he will use his readied action to utilize an improved disarm of their weapon.
Posted on 2008-10-03 at 18:22:43.
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Topic: Audalis Shorts - The Spores of Itanlok
Subject: Thondrek.
Is a class all his own, found only in the Dwarven guide of "complete drunken louts with poor senses of humor"
Quick, someone Copywrite it before Hasbro steals the name!
Posted on 2008-10-02 at 15:25:23.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Answers! Answers I say!
Bolikar's Hold
Alright, that's the map that one of y'all found while snoopin round (It's also on page 50).. Me thinks it was linnix I can't remember.. Anywhoo...
From where Those on the eastern side are.. it's 100' to th Eastern Wall, closer to 200' to get Around the corner and into the northern gate.. (Seee the gate class... gooood )
Now, those with a movement speed of 20' or 30'movement (which is all of you save Dwibius), a typical run is x4 movement, so that's tadaa 100'/120' a round, meaning you'll make it in there for the end of the second round. leaving 8 before the gates close.
So techincally you've even got time to cast a few spells, or drink a potion or prep for the charge, just make it sound hastily since really all this is happening in under 60 seconds.
Posted on 2008-10-02 at 15:20:32.
Edited on 2008-10-02 at 15:22:37 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Fireballs as Doorknockers
MY last update pertains to everyone, so read along, and it may or may not change your plans.
Brianna and DM here's the kicker. You've got every right to just move on by now, and I'll write singular storylines for you two as I have in the past, but the main storyline is here and now, your participation while not 'forced', would make for more of a flow/ character interaction/ progression into the next stage of the game as this chapter comes closer to a close.
Posted on 2008-09-30 at 19:17:16.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: HOLD Description for all.
As Fate ran for the northern gate, weaving in and out of the direct line of sight of the open gate, he nearly cringed when a tiny bead of flickering orange flew just passed his head. as soon as the number 10 left his lips he shielded his eyes as the fiery bead exploded into a large sphere of incendiary death. The goblin's swarming at the gate were certainly not expecting such a blast, and as the bead struck the first victim, perhaps he was the luckiest of them all as he was incinerated instantly, the torrent of flame washing out over all nearby killing every creature outside the protective walls, and severely scorching some who were close enough to the entranceway to be hit by the channeled wave.
Perhaps the only thing saving those mustered inside was the fact that so many poor bastards took the brunt of the blow, the literal wall of greenskins, now reduced to a mound of scorched and burnt corpses, had spared the fireball from entering the heart of the compound.
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As was to be expected however, the fireball's wave spread wide, and crept up the walls, and the sound it made was unmistakable, as was the earthshaking vibrations as it impacted. The mortar crumbled and flaked away under the heat, and even a few small pieces of stone from the wall came loose. Nothing severe structurally as far as the stone wall was concerned, but certainly one hell of a knock at the door.
All around, the attack was noticed by anyone looking towards the keep, as the orange and red hues superceded that of Bolikar's grim visage hovering overhead. In an instant, panic erupted within the stronghold, goblins and other monsters clamoring over each other, trampling those unfortuante enough to be caught underfoot. It was Bolikar though, who saught to regain control, as the floating image barked at the minions below.
"Fools! Close the Gates, Drop the Portcullis, and prepare for inspection! Any caught trying to flee will have the flesh rend from their bones!"
As he spoke, a stranger entered unnoticed thanks to the timely useage of a certain little 'stud', but a chance bumbling goblin managed to trip and find himself knocked right into the previously invisible Fate, whose own balance was thrown off as he crashed into another greenskin, eliciting a shocked yelp as the two went tumbling down. As Fate smacked the poor bugger, out of instinct, for good measure, and to stand his cover was blown, and suddenly he found himself in the midst of countless monstrous beings.
"Dung" was all he said in response, as he mentally commanded his gloves to produce their hidden spoils. Two longsword sized staff pieces, each with a curved blade in the form of a swallow's tail sprung into his hands, and the hilts snapped together, locking into place with a twist. The blades were transparent like glass, though certainly the weapon's crystalline blades were honed like tempered steel. Placing his back to the northern wall he prepared for one hell of a night.
From within the compound shouting began to circulate, in goblin, orcish, common, and undercommon as people took notice, screaming such pleasantries as "Kill the interloper!, and Death to the human!"
Those looking through the northern and Eastern Gates can easily see the swarming masses turn their attention to Fate's general direction, though there are those slowly going about trying to close the tall wooden gates.
(It'll take only a minute (10 rounds) for the gates to be closed fully, at which point entry becomes a bit more difficult.Congrats to Brownyn for an almost perfect damage fireball as well)
Posted on 2008-09-30 at 19:08:56.
Edited on 2008-09-30 at 19:22:11 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: a pleasant surprise
Fate turned his head to regard Brownyn, as soon as she reluctantly mentioned she had a fireball memorized. "You mean to tell me that little frame of your's hold's the power to blast all them goblin's from the face of Toril? Hell yeah!... Alright, I think I know the size and range of one of them blasts, seen some other guild-mates toss a few once or twice." With a wink, he prepared to set off. "Well then, If you don't mind counting to ten and letting it go, should I survive this and we cross path's again, I'll be sure to repay your usefulness!"
With that, Fate began pacing his run toward's the keep, counting out softly, "1....2.....3..."
Posted on 2008-09-30 at 18:21:23.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: stupid head-cold
keeping me from being as cretive as I'd like..
And the excessive heat this week has been pretty draining on top of it, but yep, I'll work on it.
Posted on 2008-09-30 at 18:01:52.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: ..
from sw-- to ne
Posted on 2008-09-30 at 17:37:48.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: I responded as Fate...
but as previously mentioned, it is a 'still night'.. There his hardly any wind at all this eve, what little there is is a southwest-northeasterly breeze, if that.
Posted on 2008-09-30 at 17:15:26.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Forest Fires...
Fate shakes his head, unsure if he should have been more clear. "You would set ablaze the only cover you might use to escape unseen?. Truely, I was thinking more along the lines of your scholarly friend here simply blasting them all to the afterlife. Can't you like, fry em with lightning from yer fingers, or make the keep fall down on them? I mean look they're all standing there, gathered in a niiiiiiice biiiiiiiig groooooup..."
Posted on 2008-09-30 at 17:14:22.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: All three parties:
So it was that the horn blasted by the Orc to rally reinforcements would serve a similar purpose, but not to those originally intended. Across the still night air multiple other parties had heard the single bellow of the horn, and sought to reach its owner, hoping they too were against the goblin horde.
With a blessing boosted by her healing belt, Aelistae bestowed restorative powers over Intella. (36/36hp) The main group sought to travel north, circle the stronghold and make their way east to the horn-blasts origin, and with the great fiery face of Bolikar in the sky beckoning all his troops to return to the keep, it would hopefully leave much of their travel unimpeded. As they rode, those with darkvision could spot lines of goblins, more than Linnix or Jozan had originally counted pouring through the trees and under the moonlit sky towards their master, and it was soon advised that they would spare picking off withdrawing enemies, for to garner the unwanted attention of one, meant the likelihood of garnering the attention of a score more. First, they would meet up with any potential allies, and then make a plan of action from there. As such, north they rode....
~*~
Brownyn, Elendil, and Fate traveled in silence toward’s the south, the sound of the horn alerting them to the possibility that help might be nearby. Another reason, was that with Bolikar’s withdrawing of his troops into a singular place, once they could afford a glance to know the roads were safe, perhaps Brownyn would get her wish after all, and they would simply leave without further incident, and get back on their way... Something in Elendil’s eyes however told the young waif of a mage that was somehow not what she was thinking. And Fate, well, the abrasive man had already made clear his intentions. To kill Bolikar at any cost, by any means necessary.
~*~
Atharam, map pressed firmly into the dirt by a steel covered finger had set the stage for an attack. Cut off reinforcements, and hold the bridge until it could be held no longer, and destroy it if need-be and possible. With their plans made, all three mounted their horses and made for the tip of the mountains, from which they could hopefully spot the bridge.
Indeed when they could spot the bridge from where they halted, the entire landscape illuminated by the glowing crimson face of Bolikar as he bellowed for his minions to return, and shouting promises of death to humanity and all who would oppose him. The bridge lay some 200 yards in front of them, roughly a forty foot span of 10ft wide wooden beams across the river leading to roughly 100' of open land which led into the eastern archway to the grounds of the stronghold . Even now, a stream of goblins, a few orcs, and gnolls and a smattering of animals were being led across the bridge into the den of evil. Waiting until the last had entered the grounds, Seleyon crept closer, though even her creeping took her at a speed faster than Atharam moved normally in his full plate, which only made the paladin cringe at just how fluidly the beautiful wood elf moved. As she disappeared around the mountain’s ‘tip’, Hawrkill spoke in hushed tones to his master.
“Milord, I do not see any archers, or ramparts, or parapets of any sort, though truthfully my eyes are not suited for such distance in these dim conditions.” Truth enough though, the walls of the compound only rose some 15' from the earth, with only four structures within the compound rising above the walls, indicating much of what was within was only a single story, or open ground. As far as Atharam could tell though, the squire’s estimate was accurate. It did not look like anyone moved atop the walls, nor were any of the stones cut as crenelation. It would be impossible from this distance to make out smaller details, but truthfully, this close, the stronghold, of the mighty and fearsome Bolikar did not look nearly as foreboding as originally suspected.
Seleyon returned a few minutes later, explaining that she had spotted no goblins coming from the direction of the other camp yet, and no sign’s that they had already passed by her position recently. Either they were delayed, or had already abandoned the camp that map indicated some time ago. Thinking the chance of being flanked eliminated, Atharam called the order to ride to the bridge, where perhaps they could sabotage the means of escape, or draw forth they head of this vile serpent of monsters for Atharam to sever.
~*~
As the heroes of Castle Tethyr moved northward, finally coming within visual range of the keep, they too noticed its apparent lack of many of the expected defenses. The walls were tall yes, but not extremely so, but no one paced the rooftops, and the walls themselves were in need of repair. In fact, there were small gaps in the northeastern side of the wall, where light filtered through from torches on the inside. A score of goblins could be seen gathered near the southern entrance, swelling like a tide trying to filter in through the south gate under Bolikar’s watchful gaze. It seemed, that there was roughly 100ft of land between the keep’s gates and their respective bridges, allowing some maneuverability outside the walls. Of course to the west, there was no such formal entrance, and open wilderness of a like size (100ft) clear of trees and foliage lay between the heroes’ cover of greenery and the slab grey stone walls.
~*~
As soon as Fate had led Bronwyn, and Elendil to the edge of the treeline to the north, they stopped as they watched a little less than two score of goblinoids and their offshoot kin, mulled about outside the northern gate, slowly filtering in through the portcullis and into an open square. “Bolikar is in there somewhere, as are likely many of his recent captives, would-be heroes who came unprepared or overconfident,” Fate said grimly. “It is in there that my destiny takes me; in there that I find my quarry. Your assistance in this matter would be greatly appreciated, and rewarded by my trade coster, but I do not deign to ask you to endanger your lives for those of captured strangers, or myself. If you seek to bypass this whole ordeal, then now is your opportune time. Head west, then south, skirting the keep, a bridge will take you south over the river and into less dangerous lands. Either way, I must prepare to do what I was paid to do.” With that, Fate tightens his gloves, and raises his dark hood once more, blending in with his surroundings even more so than his natural skills provided. Reaching for his armor, he pulls out one of the studs from his leather, and from a hidden compartment in the heal of his boot he pulls a small crystal, sliding it into the hole where his stud was, between the folds of his leather in a thin space, before affixing the faux- stud like a cap. “I need your answer ladies. Even if you chose not to enter with me, you there, with your magics, perhaps a distraction to allow me entry?”
Posted on 2008-09-29 at 09:37:38.
Edited on 2008-09-29 at 09:41:59 by Kaelyn
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