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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Frankly
I'm not sure what to post other than.
"grunt moan and plays along." granted I can extend it somewhat but we'll see... Will try to post on lunch at work tonight. no time now.
Posted on 2008-09-20 at 02:14:24.
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Topic: Ye scurvy dogs!
Subject: Grugg..
if for no other positive influence on this world, you bring joy and epillepse(Sp?) to everyon with your bright flashy animations.
Yaar..
Posted on 2008-09-20 at 02:12:51.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Doin my Job.
Pm's sent...
Will update on Sunday...
Peach Coctail is yummy..
Lack of Sleep makes DM go sumthing sumthing..
zzzzZZZZZ
Posted on 2008-09-19 at 19:57:17.
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Topic: When The Silence Breaks... Q/A
Subject: if I didn't tell you already
since it's not on my sheet...
Reuban's languages are High-Common (Noble speech) The General Langauge of Elven from which other factions and 'subraces' have tailored their own. So think 'english' yet our english, European english, American English and Austrailian English all have their own variants to connotation, structure and in some cases meaning.
And Goblinoid.
Posted on 2008-09-17 at 22:46:19.
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Topic: Special op & black op Help
Subject: That while it has some presumably wiki copied information...
http://shadowspear.com/jtf2.htm
...has alot more details on missions and activity.
Posted on 2008-09-16 at 22:45:37.
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Topic: Special op & black op Help
Subject: If you can find it
Canada has it's own Spec Ops group known as the JTF2. While details of the group are classified, it was organized in '93 by the CF to handle such things as 'blacklight' missions and terrorist threats.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joint_Task_Force_2
That actually gives alot of details..
Canada is also home to the now famous Camp X.
Camp X was established December 6, 1941 by the British Security Coordination's (BSC) chief, Sir William Stephenson, a Canadian from Winnipeg, Manitoba and a close confidante of Winston Churchill and Franklin Delano Roosevelt.[1] The camp was originally designed to link Britain and the United States at a time when the US was forbidden by the Neutrality Act to be directly involved in World War II. After the attack on Pearl Harbor and America's entrance into the war, Camp X opened for the purpose of training Allied agents from the Special Operations Executive, Federal Bureau of Investigation, and American Office of Strategic Services to be dropped behind enemy lines as saboteurs and spies.
Camp X was jointly operated by the BSC and the Government of Canada. The official names of the camp were many: S 25-1-1 by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP), Project-J by the Canadian military, and STS-103 (Special Training School 103) by the SOE (Special Operations Executive), a branch of the British intelligence service MI-6.[1]
Camp X trained over five hundred Allied units of which 273 of these graduated and moved on to London for further training. Many secret agents were trained here.[1] The Camp X pupils were schooled in a wide variety of special techniques including silent killing, sabotage, partisan support & recruitment methods for resistance movements, demolition, map reading, skilled use of various weapons, and Morse code.
More on Wikipedia and the like.
It is also speculated that the author of the James bond Novels Ian Flemming a trainee fo that very camp took inspiration from his experiences and of Sir William Stephenson for his books.
Posted on 2008-09-16 at 22:18:13.
Edited on 2008-09-16 at 22:44:40 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A three prong strike.
Across the encampments war drums and battle calls echoed into the night. Goblins, orcs, gnolls, and other monsters possibly yet unseen were mustering to the call all the while around the swarming masses of enemies three groups of would-be heroes moved to engage. To the south, a plan, albeit a much debated over, yet with perhaps much left unsaid was formulated. The plan, as best discerned, was to ride on horseback towards the horn blasts suspected origin, dismount and engage when necessary, but otherwise avoid drawing too much attention on their way to hopefully assist some unseen potential ally in the fight. Even if it were likely another patron and their group, a combined mustering of forces would at least put them at an advantage for the time being, though none would truly put any amount of ‘trust’ in the other with so much on the line.
Mounted once more they rode north across their bridge of choice, and into the trees. They could spot through the trees the torchlight and movement of enemies all around them, but they could not afford to be separated or surrounded, so onward they rode. Their thundering hooves carried them swift and hard into the night, but before long as was expected they began to draw much attention, and a force moved to interject. Caught on the paths between camps, their line of horses were left with little maneuverability as a doting bunch of torchlights moved closer, then one by one went out, leaving their advance shrouded in darkness.
Those with darkvision could see there was a small force of goblins, accompanied by a few gnolls advancing from within the cover of the trees and obscured from most people’s view with the shade of night., but everyone knew that combat would soon be upon them in a most unfavorable place unless they made a quick decision whether to fight or flee.
To the north, Elendil and Bronwyn were engaged with their own foes. Elendil was beset by two gnolls, and with a diagonal slash from the lower left up across her body, and into the flesh of the gnoll it went, in an attempt to block the undoubted strike of the second gnoll. Her blade bit deep into the first’s flesh, a bloody rut left through the gut of the hairy creature, which clutched its wound with its fingers, but the bleeding was far too severe, and it collapsed before being able to mount a counter attack. The second gnoll however’s strike came about lower than expected, and passed under the upturned blade of the ranger. The sharp blade of the battleaxe bit deep into the elf’s side eliciting a scream muffled through clenched teeth. (27/49hp)
Bronwyn, surprisingly putting her own safety aside for the moment, recited the incantation for her Magic Missile spell, the three darts of force slamming into the back of the gnoll, slumping him forward against the ranger, the eyes in its hyena resembling head rolling back into its skull as it died.
The single gnoll, with a broken nose and sense of pride, watched Bronwyn’s magic, and decided it wanted nothing to do with the witch. It turned to run, howling out a warning to all who would hear, before disappearing from sight after a full out run took it from view. (Full round of movement.)
To the east, combat was also engaged, with Atharam and Hawkrill moving around in a circle trying to dispatch their enemies, while the goblins hooted and hollered while jumping around and thrusting their crude spears at the pair. The pair, along with their horses in tow managed to fell three goblins rather quickly, the remaining three backing off and throwing their javelin’s not at the riders, but the broader, larger steeds, hoping to dismount the knights by force. Unfortunately for the goblins, the steeds were as thick skinned and armored as their masters, and the weapons harmlessly bounced off the protective wear. With Seleyon’s unflinching accuracy, she felled two more goblins with her long shafted arrows, leaving only a single quivering greenskin before the pair of knights. It’s knees were literally rattling against one another, while it let loose whatever ‘courage’ was left down its legs.
Posted on 2008-09-16 at 21:00:30.
Edited on 2008-09-16 at 23:41:14 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: working
on updates now..
will hopefully have them done soon.
Posted on 2008-09-16 at 06:19:52.
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Topic: Cirro: Prologue
Subject: Heh
I may not be the best one to look for for a visual, or perhaps I am both reasonings are valid based on my ADHD. My DM'ing as far as informational Dice rolling, description and such change with every update. Sure, this last batch I included dice rolls, before that, other than letting someone know what criticals were made I can't remember off hand... I prefer to use maps and heavy description instead, but in my player's scenario where they are taking on multiple entire encampments of enemies, simple information such as who attacks who and what the outcome is is helpful along with the 'flavor text' to give clarity and concise actions.
But uh, feel free to peruse my game as it was mentioned for a feel of wht I mean.
Posted on 2008-09-16 at 02:28:02.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: unfortunately
due to lack of any clear direction, I'm not updating today for the main group. Please discuss via Q/a a solid course of action and I'll take it from there.
Posted on 2008-09-15 at 23:00:41.
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Topic: When the Silence Breaks...
Subject: a Beacon of Faith
The morning mists still swirled around Reuban’s feet as he made his way through the streets of Sankirst while the first rays of the sun gently washed his face in a caress of warmth to chase away the evening chill. Winter was fast approaching, which meant much would need to be done before the frost and snow set in. Reuban Vexille, child of Liris, sword of righteousness and shield to the weak; made his way down the paved and cobblestone streets towards the marketplace for some last minute supplies. He had been charged with the vested interests of the church, and to bring a northward pointing moral compass to the expedition of finding the thought lost or endangered Jauques le Vert. Reuban found something comforting of taking these early morning walks. There was symbolism in the new dawn chasing away the darkness of night, the rising of the sun bring light and opportunity to the world, and often chasing away all those things that go bump in the night back to their holes and hide-a-ways. As Rueban approached a local vendor, a blacksmith by trade, his medium blue eyes gazed over the wares provided. Swords, shields, and suits of armor fashioned the walls of the shop, and the cases and racks lining the floor.
“Good morrow and wet met Brathis” Reuban said as the smithy stoked his furnace for another days work. In a city with the wealth and size of Sankirst, Brathis’shop was far from the largest, or finest quality, his raising of a family of three stout sons and a beautiful little girl prevented him the finances to expand or hire extra help. It was for those same reasons however that Reuban preferred to keep what aid he could amongst the small businesses. Members of guilds and conglomerates could take care of their own, money ran like the wine in their gem encrusted goblets, but it was the little people as it were that made the backbone of any civilization.
Brathis looked up, his face clear the only time it would be today, for soon smoke, ash and soot would blacken his tanned complexion from view.
“Good Morrow to you as well Master Vexille. Come for a sharpening of yer blade, or perhaps something else?”
Reuban ran his fingers over the riveted steel of a suit of leather hanging on a dummy, and turned to Brathis, with a smile. “Aye, but not from you today good Brathis. Duty takes me far I find, and I’ll not the luxury of your company, or skill for some time. In your stead however, I will take the knowledge and hours shared in your fine smithy, as well as a few supplies.”
Atharam hefted a large steel shield from a rack, emblazoned with raised rivets of light, spanning from the point to the wider crest of the kite shield. “A shield to protect myself and those around me...” And he walked over to a weapons display and testing the weight of a couple blades, chose a longsword bearing Brathis’ branding upon the blade just above the simple crossguard. “... a blade to dispatch those who would not so readily accept the mercy of the Goddess.”
Brathis nodded his head, and pulled out a small satchel. “Then ye’ll be needing a stone and oils to keep them pristine out in the field. They say a swords only as good as the one who wields it, but I be saying the warrior’s only as strong as the blade in its grasp.” With a toss, Reuban soon found his arms full as he slung the shield over his pack and the blade into a sheath affixed to his belt. “I do wish I could get out for a spell, see more of the world and adventure,” Brathis said. “But my place is here, perhaps my sons will have that liberty.” Reuban smiled and nodded. Placing the appropriate coins upon the counter, and an additional Rommel out of courtesy. Thirty six rommels down, and Reuban was by far a rich man. Perhaps it was his lack of finery that allowed him to interact on a level of compassion and understanding with the common folk, despite his noble standing. He had been offered much finer equipment from his father when he joined, like him the knightly order, but kindly denied, professing all he needed Liris would provide. And she had, for he had his health, his faith, and now, a pair of new items to compliment his mission. With a thanks and a fond farewell, Reuban left Brathis’ smithy, to pick up the remainder of his supplies. A short bow and a quiver of arrows, as well as a package of candles (10), some flint and steel and a couple pieces of chalk would set him back a further 32 rommels, 2 silver and 2 copper, leaving him with 31 rommels, 7 Silver, and 8 coppers. He would hold onto them for now.
Reuban looked at the sun as it rose in the distance, he had a breakfast appointment with a marshal down in the harbor. And thus would his normal routine lead him to a most unusual twist of fate. As Reuban pushed open the wooden door to the The Burning Treant Tavern, the paladin found all eyes and ears given to the large Gano in the corner.
As he spoke to a rather unusual group of patrons this early morning, his thick accent revealed his home to be north, in the frozen land of Dascau.
“My friends. I ask that you listen to me, even if just for a few moments.” As his deep voice rumbled throughout the barroom, all eyes turned on him, included those of the barkeep, Jakkam Gren, a rather rotund fellow who frequently told of past stories of travel and adventure.
“My name is Gunther, of the Eternal Mountain clan. I know of your plight with the missing Jaques le Vert, for he came to me shortly before disappearing. I was there with him when the mountain crumbled, though my courage failed me upon that eve, and I lost him in the gravel storm as I fled.”
Gunther’s eyes flickered at that statement. His appearance surely suggested somebody with more brawn than to flee like that! But then, few people actually claimed to have seen the star obliterate the mighty peak… He quickly regained his composure, and carried on.
“I have been given a second chance to redeem myself for that shameful act. My village’s shaman has had a vision in which le Vert is in danger. He is lost within the ruins of Dal Aurem, and I may regain favour from the ancestors by finding him.
“I cannot do this alone, however, and I seek the aid of a band of those who possess the strength of the bear, and the spirit of the crag lion, to accompany me into the rubble of that great mountain. The future of my village is dependent on this, and I promise a blessing from my shaman in return for assistance. It is the most I can offer.”
At that, the large man returned to his chair by the fire, staring into its lapping flames as the common room slowly returned to its previous state of small conversation and general morning activity. Could it be that this man was a representative of the Zantrical? The timing was pretty good, but he hardly seemed the type to be involved in a trade company. Still, there was a great sincerity in his plea, and although he didn’t seem to be much of an orator, his words still echoed in the minds of those present in the hall.
A trio of patrons had pledged their allegiance to Gunther’s cause, and Reuban felt a familiar swelling in his chest. It was that feeling he got whenever he felt like he might make a difference. He looked around, realizing his breakfast meeting was nowhere to be found, and silently thanked Liris for her subtle guiding hand. Not only did this man seek to reclaim his honor, but the task would fall in the guidelines of the church’s instructions for him.
Reuban stepped forward and slung his pack atop the nearest barstool, the heavy shield clanging against the wooden bar-top. “A man’s honor is more valuable than their weapon or armor, for such a sense of honor strengthens the heart beneath the steel, and the mind behind the blade. It is a dutiful, and courageous thing to wish to recover something so valuable lost. And shows even more character to admit that in your fault where you have erred, to ask for the help of others.”
Reuban approached the man, his right arm swiping the yellow and white cloak of his religion behind him and extending an arm out in respect and as a brother in arms. “I am Reuban Vexille, knight of Veythor, child of Liris, and I am the prime example of one who blessed with a second chance, the mercy of others have risen from the ashes to shine anew as a symbol to the masses. You have the strength of my arm and the might of my faith to see your honor returned friend, and with it Liris willing, le Vert as well.”
Standing there in his gleaming white breastplate and yellow cloak, Reuban stood out in the darkened tavern like the rays of the sun which breached the spaces In the boards or filtered in through the window. Here and now he shone, in the face of the populous, and he would continue to shine through the difficult journey ahead, until all we seen home in victory.
Posted on 2008-09-15 at 22:54:31.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Monday
Tomorrow is my move along update date....
Would like to have a clear direction to move everyone tomorrow... please let me know...or else I pick a course of action...
Cd points awarded...
Chris goes back to bed now 
Posted on 2008-09-14 at 22:43:22.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Ohh oooh
Does that make Elessarae our Cheerleader?
"Goooooo team!" -Inspire Copurage lol
"Ricka ricka rish boom ba, give it to em give it to em in the jaw" -Inspire Competence
"Hey you, pass me the skull!" -Suggestion lol
"Oh Boys, my laces are untied and oooh look at me bend real low to fix them..." Fascinate lol 
Posted on 2008-09-13 at 14:08:44.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Subdual...
What about spells?
If I fire bolt someone, is it subdual fire lol?
I so wanna dimension hop the skull into the enemy net lol.
Posted on 2008-09-13 at 14:04:28.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: haha I can see that..
Sneak sneak...
Gallop gallop...
Sneak Sneak...
Chant chant...
Sneak...
Trot..
Sneak...
Trot..
Snea... Ah!
Tro... Ah!
"Bible thumping Tin-man! Shoot it!"
"Blaspheming whore of a spider's loins, Smite it"
"er... wait, he's a good guy, ..."
"er... wait, that's not Lloth about yer neck.."
"Shall we start over?"
Posted on 2008-09-13 at 13:54:28.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Speed of game.
You can thank my attention deficit hyper activity disorder, clinical insomnia, and an hour long lunch break all by my lonesome at three am trying not to be bored for my end of things lol. Oh and our knightly friend is taking on the lower right camp by its lonesome on the map on page fifty. As i mentioned earlier to a player. Reaching that camp either means crossing through the combined mustering of camps, right in front of the keep, or finding a way over the river.
Posted on 2008-09-13 at 09:55:53.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Dylan
Highest listen modifier or not, it doesn't mean your roll was sufficient to hear the horn, if Dylan had heard it I'd have included him in the Note saying as such.
Even a great listen check isn't 'that' great when one rolls a 2.
Posted on 2008-09-12 at 23:57:18.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: no worries
it happens.
Posted on 2008-09-12 at 19:22:30.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Thondrek
WEll now, even though Kurok was free, and their winged friend had joined the concious, it mattered little for they were still trapped. They would need to wait apaprently till their 'new' entertainment value diminished, and they were to be sent wherever before reacting. Thondrek kept a Dimension hop ready just in case the opportunity presented himself for a quick escape, and a Flare was ready for a diversion or an opportunity to overwhelm a dazzled opponent and run if possible.
For now though, it was simply a waiting game. Thondrek moved scurrying across the cage towards the winged creature, his red beard bunched and filled with uncomfortable small debris which scratched his neck. "Aye, don't try and speak much, though it don't be fer lack of an audience. Long story short, we be cellmates, and lest yer wings can carry ye outta here, we're in fer tha long haul."
Posted on 2008-09-12 at 19:21:33.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: You're missing the biggest Word in the reference
While wearing an artificer's monocle, when
ever you successfully use your artificer
knowledge class feature (ECS 31) to detect
an item's magical aura or you cast detect
magic and have at least 5 ranks of Knowl
edge (arcana),...
...Prerequisites: Craft Wondrous Item,
identify, artificer knowledge or Knowledge
(arcana) 5 ranks.
Posted on 2008-09-12 at 19:08:06.
Edited on 2008-09-12 at 19:13:30 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: well
I've updated for Groups 2 and 3, but until I have a definative plan from Group 1 I can't update until Monday (when I take DM measure's to keep the game moving.)
If I can answer any relavent questions feel free to ask, but communicate amongst each other, and formulate said plan 
Posted on 2008-09-12 at 15:24:51.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Two sides of the fortune coin
Elendil wanted nothing more than to spill gnoll blood and free the captive, while Bronwyn wanted nothing more than to be curled up next to a cozy fire, in the company of a good book and a nice glass of wine, not shivering at the fear of some goblin, orc, gnoll or thus-far unknown enemy catching her. As Elendil moved to leave however, fear of being alone out here with the aforementioned was enough to make her choke down the rising sensation in her throat and tuck her robe into her belt and continue on after her guide, who it seemed had a penchant for leading her directly into more danger.
Bronwyn tapped her wand and encased herself in a Mage's armor (49/50), a most useful of spells for any novice arcanist to learn, before calling upon her prepared spell for a Cat's Grace, bestowing enhanced dexterity to her elven companion. Then, without so much as a word, Elendil was gone, her mind focused on the singular objective; rescue the poor sod in the cage. Circling through the trees alongside the path, Elendil tries to find a good vantage point for an ambush, but no fallen trees or such provide the security of an obstacle to bar the enemies path should she be spotted. What was worse, was the trees would only become more sparse the further along the trail they went, so the ambush would have to happen now if at all.
Moving ahead, Elendil sat in wait, bow at the ready for the last of the Gnoll's heads to come into clear view. As soon as it did, she loosed a pair of arrows towards the lead gnoll, unburdened by the cage and prisoner. Both arrows struck him clean in the chest, the creatures eyes rolling back into the hyena shaped head even as it died. At the sight of this the remaining gnoll's snapped to attention, dropping the cage ungracefully to clatter and thud upon the ground, the man inside giving an 'oof' as his sudden drop ended abrubtly. The gnoll in the back, shortbow drawn peered out into the night, and caught a glimpse of a form just before a small spark of light flew forth (47/50) striking the gnoll square in the chest eliciting a whimper of pain. In response, the gnoll gritted it's teeth, before a long wet tongue dangled from a salivating mouth and the creature began laughing like well, the hyena of which it bore a strong resemblance.
(Gnoll 3 Vs Brownyn Atks= Fumble)
It licked it's lips and fit an arrow to the string, drew it back, and with a twang, the arrow flopped sideways while the bow itself snapped back, smacking the gnoll in the face, dazing it. The other two gnoll's were already charging Elendil however, their darkvision having spotted the elven ranger. Battleaxes at the ready they struck in unison trying to flank the lone elf..
(Gnoll 1-2 vs Elendil. Atks = 20& 17)
The gnoll's charge was reckless, but the quickness of their actions had caught Elendil off guard. Before she had a chance to properly defend herself they were upon her, and both axe blades met soft elven skin and the flesh underneath, finding gaps in her leather armor. Elendil (37/49hp)
(Strength Check Failed)
From somewhere between the gnolls the human's voice could be heard as he called out something in Gnoll. Whatever it was he said only made the creature's yap all the more, their blood boiling at the chance for combat, the chance to feed on intelligent creatures.
Not that either woman had a clear enough line of sight to notice, but the man, whose gloved hands were previously bound behind his back were now free, and he gripped the cage testing the bars, cursing and then giving a resigned sigh when he realized they were still a sturdy obstacle between him and freedom.
(as the previou post, this was updated on a cell phone, please forgive typos)
Posted on 2008-09-12 at 15:23:33.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Thunder and lightning
Into the night Atharam rode, hard atop Raykel crashing into the clearing shouting his war cry and scattering shocked goblins like a wave breaking upon the shore. One unfortunate greenskin’s reaction was slow, and it was crushed underhoof as the brave standard of Helm charged forth, his line of sight narrowed into a tunnel vision, where all the world faded to black save his singular purpose, the orc lined with the point of his lance.
The orc, somewhat more attentive than his lessers, turned to regard Atharam and his mighty charging horse, and grabbed a javelin from a nearby goblin, setting it for the charge. The only problem was of course, that the 3 foot crude weapon was no match for almost twelve feet of steel. Atharam's lance smashed into, and through the orc's hide armor, the tip of the weapon jutting neatly out the back of the creature's shoulder just below the collar bone. The orc howled in pain, but miraculously-and a testament to his fortitude- clung not only to life, but to the lance itself, threatening to pull Atharam from his horse with the orc's additional weight.
The Paladin simply dropped the lance as he continued his charge's momentum to the middle of the camp where he turned, longsword drawn. (successful overrun)
The Orc grimaced, and stood, the uneven distribution of the weight of the lance making it lean on a diagnoal from earth to wound. In a language of foul tongues he yelled, waving an open palm at the knight before crushing it into a symbolic fist.
As expected, a swarm of goblin's converged upon the lone warrior, only to find he was not so alone as they once thought, for from the southeast came a flash of white, a second steed bearing a mounted warrior, this one gleaming in white armor and bearing an enchanted spear with a illuminated tip surrounded in a blue aura crashed into their midsts.
"Like Lightning we strike, swift and powerful. For the Glory of Helm!" Hawkrill called, bolstering his own spirits as much as mimicking his iconic leader. Much to his credit though, and his respect for the tactics of his mentor, Hawkrill's spear point neatly impaled the nearest goblin in his path, and the white dyed studded leather barding, with crimson tapers protecting the aptly named 'Charger' fended off a series of crude weapon strikes as he rode passed to rear alongside Atharam, his horse postioned opposite the paladin's, nose to arse as it were, to better cover his partner's rear.
The goblin's hesitated a moment, expecting a third rider, or more to come bursting forth from the brush and darkness, their enhanced vision not belaying any information of use to put their paranoia to rest. Nestled in the cover of darkness, however, dark brown eyes sighted her targets, as a bow hewn from the leg of a drider, and strung with a strand of web as strong as steel and with a tensile strength capable of holding the creature from which it was taken was drawn over her shoulder. She plucked twin arrows with crimson 'wings' crafted from the feathers of a cardinal and placed one between her lips, the second notched against the string and resting atop a slender finger. In a single fluid motion she drew back the string to it's limits, the bow stretched taught her arms, small in size bulging with toned muscles. As soon as she released the string, he hand continued it's retreat, only to pick the second arrow from her lips and restring it for a second shot; all before the soft twang of the string's release had even finished dancing in her ears.
As the teeming goblins encroached upon the twin riders, two jolted upright, nearly lifted from their feet as powerful projectiles of precision took them in the chest, the arrow heads puncturing flesh and muscle tissue, blasting through organ's and skin as though they were insubstantial things, killing both before they even knew what hit them.
To top it all off, when a dozen eyes fell on the area from where they thought the arrows had flown from, they found nothing, for Seleyon the swift, was already a dozen yards away, waiting for her next chance to strike.
The Orc, gritting his teeth, could only curse something Atharam couldn't understand, though he made out the name Bolikar clearly enough. Perhaps this was fearsome indeed, for his name spurned the goblin's into action, and as one, they charged.
(Surprise Round Recap. -Atharam's Charge claims 1 gobbo, and severely injures orc, Hawkril claims 1 gobbo, while Seleyon claims 2.)
(Begin round 1)
The eight remaining goblin's swarmed around the two rider's with their javelin's and morningstars bared, jumping around and speaking in jittered rants about the chance to savor man-flesh.
(Goblins 1-4 vs Atharam. Atk's= 3,8, 9,20)
As strong in armor as he was in spirit, Atharam seemed invulnerable to the blaspheming blows of the goblins; there poor craftsmanship ineffective in harming the man of steel.
(Goblins 5-8 vs Hawkrill. Atk's=13, 8, 5, 14)
Not to be seen as weak or unworthy of traveling with one such as Atharam, Hawkrill too avoided any blow which might have caused him harm.
The orc, unable to effectively move from the pain and detrimental lance sticking out of his shoulder, reached behind him and pulled a horn fashioned from a hollowed out ram's horn with brass accents. With a deep breath that caused him to wince, he blew for all his might, the deep bellowing sound of the horn mixing with the distant drums, and carrying out into the night.
NOTE TO OTHER PARTIES , Elendil and Aelistae, as well as Intella can all make out the faint Horn sound amidst the war drums)
From the tree's a second pair of arrows flew, one catching the horn mid-blow, arrow shaft protruding from the curved horn while the second one was slightly lower, catching the Orc in the chest and stealing the breath, and life of the creature as he toppled over, the lance propping him up at a awkward angle as he fell.
Atharam, sword drawn, and Hawkril, still with his longspear both swept out across those encroached around them. Atharam's sword swing came about high as Raykel reared missing his intended target, but Raykel as trained in the art of warfare as his master came down with twin hoove's stomping the life from the goblin before it with iron clad 'shoes'. Hawkrill's spear came short as well as Charger mimicked Raykel, but like its master the equestrian held an ideallic repect for the now Magically graced warhorse of the paladin, and so too did Charger's hooves come down to claim the life of another foe, twin imprints of horseshoes left deep into the goblins' leathers, the ribs and life below them crushed.
(Recap of Round 1: 8 goblin attacks miss, Atharam and HAwkrill miss while their horses do all the work claiming two gobbos Seleyon takes out the orc.
Enemy count: 6 Gobbos remaining
The above was typed on a 3 inch screen on a cell phone, so please forgive any typos and Tek you better be thankful for doing this at work on my lunch break )
Posted on 2008-09-12 at 14:47:41.
Edited on 2008-09-12 at 15:29:42 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: I digress.
You don't need anything artificer related. You only need five ranks in knowledge arcane which i pray a wizard of some skill would have, and then the monocal turns your zero level detect magic spells into free identify spells.
Posted on 2008-09-12 at 09:42:36.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: what did you mention about
enhancing weapons?
Any magical things found, (like magical ammunition) is free fro mthe armory, you don't need to pay for it.
Posted on 2008-09-11 at 21:13:28.
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