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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: UPDATE!
Well after working all night and being beat, I think a little into 4 pages of writing AND a shiny new (or refurbished) map is pretty good. So enjoy and leave thoughts comments or concerns here while I take my well earned sleep.
Posted on 2008-08-30 at 16:21:42.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: gems? what gems
other than basic clothing and armor (yes magical apparel worn under Armor or clothing has been removed) I'm pretty sure we've had all our items removed.
Posted on 2008-08-30 at 16:08:31.
Edited on 2008-08-30 at 16:09:13 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Gauntlet of death
And so it was that on this late eve, or was it early morn of Ches, that a plan was laid in which to ensnare the goblin encampment in a crossfire of spell, arrow and steel. “Let the goblins run the gauntlet of death” Bart had said, a little disheartened that none had thought to include him in the plan of attack. “I will watch over this pass with Talus, providing him with what assistance I may.” With that the farmer swapped his newly acquired pitchfork for the crossbow he had absconded from the bandit what seemed like an eternity ago. As he slid the bolt into the channel with the softest of clicks, his mind recollected on all the memories, grand and travesty that he had experienced with those gathered round. As each slunk off into the brush, he steeled himself for the coming battle, moving along slow and quiet, deliberate of where each foot would fall, cautious of low hanging branches or the odd web of a tree spider across his path.
When each were presumed to be in place, the enhanced vision of Talus letting him pick out Linnix as she settled in near the rear of the encampment, testing the drawstring on her bow, and Xaris who crisscrossed his feet rapidly under his muscular frame, pumping himself up for the rushing advance he was about to embark on right into the heart of the enemy; Talus picked his target instructing Bart to aim for the second goblin by the southern entrance, and let the signal shot fly.
The small ray of purplish black flew across the encampment and struck the intended target flawlessly in the back. Those that could not see the almost invisible assault, so quick and silent was it’s delivery, were only alerted to the beginning of their snare by the scream of pain the goblin let out in response to the sudden jolt it received before its body went limp, lifeless. To compliment Talus’ strike, a hail of projectiles soared into the encampment, catching the occupants, and a nearby Intella by surprise.
From the west Talus’ shot had killed his target outright, while Bartholomew’s crossbow bolt sank into the small of the goblins back, killing the creature before it even realized it had lost the use of its limbs. (Talus hits, Bart critical hits)
In the north Linnix, the silent hunter putting years of her dark past into practice certainly hadn’t lost her touch, as a silent arrow streaked between tents and took the goblin singly in the eye, just as the little wretch turned to let loose his last drink on the grass. Dead before its head hit the topsoil, even for a goblin, the sight of himself caught with his skins down and willy hanging out would have his ghost turning over in its afterlife. (Natural twenty and a confirmed crit)
From the east, rained more death from the skies as a pair of arrows took goblins by surprise, the Eastern sentries taken aback as the feathered fletching of the arrows protruded from their chests. Both cried out in pain, withdrawing further into the encampment, calling out the obvious; that they were indeed under attack!
Dylan, without a means of ranged combat, drew his rapier and slowly stalked his way into the encampment, just as he neared the closest goblin however, an unseen twig snapped underfoot, the sound seemingly extraordinarily loud. As the goblin turned however, it’s attention was diverted to the charging, screaming pint-sized pariah of pain who with a battle-cry ran full on into the center of the camp calling out challenges and insults to all who would hear, drawing as much attention to himself as he could. Using this distraction, Dylan neared his quarry, and struck, but his rapier only penetrated a thin flap of leather under the goblin’s right arm, drawing the creature, and its nearby comrade to the bards attention.
Xaris hurtled himself into the fray, a goblin barely had time to lash out at him as he passed within arm’s length, but the morningstar caught nothing but air. As Xaris neared the orc however, it’s wolf companion sought to pounce Xaris, ending his charge where he fell, but the little guy would not be deterred, ducking his lead shoulder just that much lower as the wolf ended up behind him and Xaris barreled, Greatsword leading into the orc, the force of his mighty little blade running the Orc through, the larger, heftier creature’s eyes of black squinting in the firelight at the blanched terror which had just came like a ghost on the wind and ended its life.
Intella with chaos erupting in the camp, snuck easily as the death screams of goblin kind sung rhapsody to her ears. Slipping behind the nearest goblin, twin Sianghams flashed, puncturing the upper and lower back of the goblin in unison. The pain was brief, death came quickly, and quietly as with but a gasp of final breath did the creature fall.
The assault had been executed nearly flawlessly, certainly better than any could have hoped for. The Goblins panicked, but the remaining Orc rallied them well, shouting out orders on pain of death. The goblins, cowardly as they were, with only a trio of targets did what they did best, and relied on their numbers to swarm those they could reach.
Xaris, for all his shouting had done what he had set out to do, for a quartet of goblins and a hungry wolf all bore down upon him with morningstar and fang, javelin and claw. Xaris took the blows that fell upon him, felt the sting of blunt weapons strike, and the pain of a claw slash across his legs, but he would not be stopped. None could escape. One of the goblin, so unsettled by the strange pale gnome before him actually splintered his javelin on Xaris’ armor, the crude implement rendered useless. (Xaris 52/61)
Intella too, new to the foray had stepped into something akin to the remnants of a hounds last meal some hours later, for a trio of foes approached. A goblin, an easy foe she wagered, his commander the orc bellowing orders and the literal lapdog of a wolf who salivated at the thought of savoring Hin flesh. With claw, javelin and battleaxe they came, and Intella bid them a welcome challenge. Neatly, like stepping across stones across a pond the halfling monk side stepped a javelin thrust, then hopped over a sweeping claw of the wolf. It was the orcish captain however who surprised her with more conditioning than she expected as the orc, benefitting from its flanking companions swung out with its axe wrapped in leather and baring many notches in the hilt, the blade catching the woman across the right shoulder drawing a line of crimson. (Intella 29/36)
Dylan, lover of tales and spinner of song was perhaps at the most disadvantage as a trio of his own adversaries approached, their cruel weapons complimented with wicked grins of malice and hunger. As the goblins surrounded the bard they struck as one, and Dylan ducked and wove as best he could, avoiding two thrusting javelins, the third clipping his right thigh. (Dylan 24/28hp)
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Round Two
As far as most could tell, the plan was going as intended, and with the momentum of the first strike, they pressed the attack further. More arrows rained in from the shadows and more goblins fell. The two previously wounded by Aelistae and Artanis did not survive the second volley, and combination of eldritch blast and crossbow bolt felled a fleeing goblin making its way to the south before it ever left the illumination of torchlight. Linnix barely spotted a goblin trying to pick its way through the trees to escape and gave chase, placing an arrow in the fleeing creature’s shoulder for good measure though the damn thing didn’t want to seem to just lie down and die like she had hoped.
Xaris, still in the middle of the encampment, could barely see the other orc engaging something across the campfire, though he couldn’t make out who or what it was; nor did he have time with so many foes around. With a tightened grip, he arced his broad blade around him, catching a unwary goblin right under the chin, the sharp blade removing the lower portion of his jaw and sending him spiraling away to a bloody death. Even as the others attacked once more. Xaris, agile, small, and using every lack of inches to his advantage avoided all of the goblin attacks, but it was the wolf who struck him again, sharp claws seeking to trip and displace the gnome who just would not go down. (Xaris 50/61)
Intella too put up a valiant struggle in the face of adversity. Seeking to lessen her opponents advantage of numbers as quickly as possible, she struck out again with twin sianghams, the small needle like weapons driving into the goblin on her left, a howl of pain enough to cause the greenskin to break rank and flee, which was all the reason the disciple of the hin fist needed to place a couple more puncture wounds in the cowardly creature’s back, ending his flight a mere stride from his original position. The orc, enraged threatened Intella with bodily harm, pain of death, and all manner of unpleasantries, but the monk’s focus was on avoiding that blade, and she did so amicably , though the wolf’s fang lined maw caught her by the shin, and threatened to bring her down though she resisted, much to the pain of herself. (Intella 24/ 36)
Dylan, poor Dylan, alone, outnumbered, and just trying to keep himself from being a pincushion took a 5' step back to give himself what little room he may, and struck the goblin on his immediate left. His finely crafted rapier punctured leather flesh, and muscle tissue like an arrow through a goblin’s eye, or a siangham through a goblin’s back, a bolt through a spinal column, well, you get the idea. So perfect was the strike that the Goblin hadn’t even felt the first of its heart’s last pumps until after Dylan had removed his blade from the wound, blood running down the fine enchanted steel. The goblin slumped over clutching its chest, its last thoughts a curse at never getting to taste the elf on the spit. The other goblins were shocked at the sudden display of swordsmanship, and took a couple 5' steps back of their own. Looking at one another, they raised their javelin’s and let them fly, both projectiles barely scraping the bard as they clumsily passed, the goblins already ducking behind their light shields while retrieving crude morningstars–really shod wooden shafts with metal shrapnel and scraps protruding from the end in a clump. They said something to one another in goblinoid that Dylan couldn’t understand, and that only gave him more cause for concern. (Dylan 22/28hp)
Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, the sounds of a war drum began to beat, loud and strong from the large tent at the north of the camp. Though noone or nothing exited the fur lined entranceway, the sound was a powerful beat, one that unfortunately could be heard for some distance..
(And there we have it at the end of round two. The following is a map showing a rough visual time line of movement and events for your hopeful convenience.)
Posted on 2008-08-30 at 16:01:49.
Edited on 2008-08-30 at 16:04:18 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: I have to make note...
That the sheet I have for Dylan shows him having only a suit of armor, a +1 rapier, a violin wand of CLW and a spell component pouch, no equipment no coin, most notably No ranged weapon... hmm
Posted on 2008-08-30 at 14:31:39.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: God what I wouldn't give..
for a sleep spell lol.
And that Khordish hottie from my dreams serving me some ale...
errr that was Thondrek's wit there.. not mine lol
Posted on 2008-08-30 at 14:23:30.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: CD points given!
Posted on 2008-08-30 at 13:34:51.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: alright I have no idea how we're to get out of here.
We're under constant supervision to the point of lunacy, outnumbered, barely concious, with no viable way out, to fight is retarded there is no way we can win, even with a simple strength bonus a single hit from any weapon, will likely knock the majority of us out.
And yet, sitting here saying, 'we wait' for an entire week seems like a waste as well. So honestly guys I'm at a loss of as a player what to do.
Thondrek twiddles his thumbs isn't even viable since they are supposed to be bound! lol.
Posted on 2008-08-30 at 13:33:23.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: The honoured and the humbled
Armand and Deunan arrived later the next day, with the help of spells erasing fatigue or the tiring of their steeds muscles, they made great time. By the time they entered the great hall, they had already passed a dozen or so proclamations and adverts that only strengthened what the two soldiers of faith had come to know. Standing there in the great hall, many eyes fell upon the pair, for certainly those of the Council had come to know if not the name, then the reputation of any blessed as a Saint, and what was not visual was tactile, as he who stepped forward after listening to the sagely wizard’s words.
“Lord’s and ladies of the High Council, and those brave souls who stand aside me and before you, let me introduce ourselves. I am Saint Amaranth, though those who shall become as brother’s and sister’s in the coming days against this singular threat shall suffice to call me Armand. This here–he said with a sweeping of his arm towards the woman at his left– is Lady Deunan Noot, knight protectorate of the weak in the name of the pantheon of light. And this, he said holding before him a twisted ash walking stick, is Caduceus.” As Caduceus spoke Armand began reading the aura’s and detecting the alignments of those gathered.
The staff hummed with magic at it’s introduction before such people of import. “Greetings Lord’s and Ladies, it is an honor to be here in your presence, humbled as I am. Like many great companions before, I shall see through this mission to a success, for that is the destiny of one such as I, to tell tales of greatness and glory from one generation to another, after living them first hand.”
Armand smiled and put Caduceus ‘away’ which was to say under his open palm and resting against his side as he continued. “We come from the far reaches of Hylon, but we have traveled farther still and in the name of purging these lands of darkness such as that which threatens to blanket the skies even now. I do not presume to know those who have gathered here today save for the strength of their convictions, and the aura’s of their souls, and I would gladly venture forth with those here, whose stock I have measured, and found of pure intent. May this quest bring swift victory, and with it the safety returned to a panicked people.”
Deunan stepped forward, drawing her gleaming bastard-sword emblazoned with the gilded wings of a gryphon across the guard, turned it over and knelt by the blade, her hands folded over the upturned pommel. “By my family name and the lineage of my people, I shall commit myself to this cause wholeheartedly; on my honor.” With her vow made clear, she took a stand, and sheathed her weapon once more across the back of her highly polished plate mail.
Deunan and Armand were certainly a pair of opposites. Where Deunan stood in gleaming armor of the highest quality and materials, polished to a shine with impeccable attention to detail, her opposite, Armand bore no such splendors. A simple black tunic and breaches lined in golden stitching, ragged and torn in some places covered his frame, a longer blackened cloak baring many years of wear and tear draped from his shoulders, a bandoleer across his chest containing a series of pouches and a spell-book strapped always within arm’s reach. What was most peculiar however would be the man’s face, barred from view by a thick iron mask, welded shut about the neck, fused to a gorget as a singular piece, three bolts holding the piece closed in the back. The helmet bore only thin slits where the nostrils and mouth would be, and the eye slits were filled with a blue white glow. Surrounding Armand as well was a cloud of pale smoke, with little motes of light flittering within it, and he radiated an almost tangible feeling of purity and good. One capable of reading aura levels would read his as blinding, the epitome of purity and the zenith of mortal ascension on the positive energy scale.
“As sir Tersoal has dictated, so shall we. I am skilled in the arts both godly and arcane, while I leave much of the martial expertise to dear Deunan here. I am a skilled healer and an extension of my Lord’s will, and as such am blessed with his divine countenance. Where our sagely friend has had the benefit perhaps, of looking out only for oneself these past moons, we have dedicated our lives to the support and flourishing of others. May that be the case now as well. We are at the disposal of this noble cause.” With that he bent low as a sign of respect to those present. Though anyone with even an inkling of religious knowledge would know that a man of saintly stature was ranked on par with a Father of a church, his bow, a testament of respect was almost unheard of, and more than a little surprising given the rather ‘stuffy’ stereotype given to the archetypes of the religious community.
Posted on 2008-08-30 at 02:47:44.
Edited on 2008-08-30 at 02:55:26 by Kaelyn
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Kiku!
As soon as Maera's attack, the 'data drain' his Kiku's character, sending her barreling into the other room Kimono screamed, so loud that out in the real world a passerby could only stop and stare at the house from which it emanated. Meanwhile, Kimono was rushing for the winged woman, though her scythe caught nothing but empty pixels, void of anything to damage.
"Kiku!" Kimono called, and even as Kursado pushed TL for information, Kimono was rushing to the side of the harvest cleric who up until now had really been her only 'friend' in the World.
Posted on 2008-08-29 at 21:52:51.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Dragon Mistress
Yes if you sought to you could fire upon a goblin.
Posted on 2008-08-29 at 21:49:38.
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Topic: Hail the birth of Alacrity!
Subject: Bow before the Mighty Moustache!
Happiest of days Roger, and may there be many more in the future for us all to celebrate.
Posted on 2008-08-29 at 14:05:05.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: So a human and a elf walk into a trap...wait where's the punchline?
Elendil lead Bronwyn and her pony after the goblin pair as they decended deeper into the wooded area. It was surprising that in the shadows of the Starspire that such fertile soil still supported the thick trunks of the trees which dotted the landscape. Elendil did all she could to follow quietly and in shadow, while Brownyn and her mount followed with the elven guide at the edge of her human vision.
Talon, Elendil's trusty companion circled overhead, the eagle owl circling above, keeping a keen eye out for any possible dangers to its master and her charge. Farther ahead, beyond Elendil's vision but well within the scope of the bird of the night Talon spotted torchfire's being lit and the movement of a mass of individuals. As was typical of such a finding, Talon hooted and screeched, a call that Elendil had come to understand well; and trust beyond what her own senses often told her.
The goblin patrol below also heard the calls of the bird; and though it was not atypical for owls to hunt their pray in these parts, the call had alerted the goblins to an opportunity for something they both longed for; food. Unslinging rough looking slings from their belts, and ladening them with river stones smoothed from years of gentle erosion ,they began to fire them at the circling owl whenever they caught a glimpse of the larger breed of owl. Nine out of ten stones missed by a long shot, or worse still, were fumbled to strike one of the goblins square in the jaw for a painful sting, but one lucky shot caught Talon square in the joint of the wing and its body as it dodged the second stone. The impact was of such incredible misfortune that the great owl fell into a spiral, it's right wing numb and unable to bare the burden of flight. Like a helicopter pod from the great trees of the Wealdath delivering their seeds gently across the lands Talon fell; although much less graceful, with a painful screech and a thud as the bird landed some twenty feet ahead of the goblin pair.
As one congratulated the other on fine marksmenship, the successful slinger puffed out its chest and wriggled it's bare foot once more. "Looks like me keep other shoe tonight ha-ha"
(The goblins had little chance to trike Talon, but one succeeded on a rather high critical hit/chart roll. Elendil may react as she see's fit, I've got her about 30' behind the goblins, and Bronwyn 30' behind her. Both have heard / seen Talon fall, though only Elendil can see the goblins as they are putting their slings away and readying to catch their dinner.)
Posted on 2008-08-29 at 14:04:03.
Edited on 2008-08-29 at 14:06:30 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Aside from Xaris...
Of the main group With the sound plan made, am I to presume you'll all be using ranged weapons (from within 30ft of yon targets but off into the foliage?)
Or are those such as Artanis and Aelistae waiting with swords drawn for such enemies to flee passed / into their trap.
Since I've perceived it as an active simultaneous decisive strike I'm thinking ranged weapons to begin with, but when I can do without guess work the better for all.
SO pending those answers, or tonight when I wake, I'll likely update for everyone.
Posted on 2008-08-29 at 13:45:10.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Encampment
is 150' across the middle. (I always get my diameter radius confused for some reason this last at night lol)
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 04:21:19.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Oddly enough
DarkAutumn phoned me tonight and we discussed all that was going on. Artanis (in game as it were and out) voices her agreement with surrounding and decisively striking the camps like the werewolve's did to you guys earlier. She specifically stated that the pair of goblins by the northeast trail be pacified first so as to deter anyone from fleeing to warn the others.
It's also been pointed out that in eliminating a trio of patrol's eventually when they fail to report your freedom of moving around unobserved will likely become much more limited.
Time's ticking.
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Dwibius, Dm and Brianna I've wrote a generalized intro for you so as to take what actions you may.
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 04:19:07.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: New Players enter the game
While the main group was making plans on how to strike the goblin encampment, three others as of yet unknown of were also nearby, picking their own movement and making plans. To the east of the trail leading away from the goblin encampment the expedition team was moving to surround, Intella Gentrix was quietly picking her way through the foliage, trying not to alarm the entire encampments around her. She was all for testing her mettle, and letting the wind at her back guide her feet through the unchartered path of life, but really, did the threads of fate have to lead her directly into the middle of goblin central?
Farther north, another pair were unknowingly being placed upon a bigger stage. Coming south through the path of the Starspires, Bronwyn Lynnebrook and Elendil Isilmaren had traversed the Wealdath; much to the credit of Elendil's skills as a forest ranger, and were now deep into Tethyrian territory. Bronwyn was a recent addition to the road-traveling wizards. Free from the tutlage of her late mentor, the young woman was eager to test her mettle as well against the trials and tribulations of the world.
Each of the three strangers had a reason to adventure, each had a need to grow stronger, and though those reasons were different; on some level they were also the same.
As Intella gazed out through the trees, she noticed the elk on the spit roasting over an open flame and her halfling tummy rumbled so loud in her own ears she swore it would give her away, yet none paid her mind.
For Bronwyn and Elendil, it was no such game, but a pair of goblins speaking of a captured human that crossed their path. The two women were quietly hidden behind a pair of semi-large boulders, and Elendil could make out the goblins speaking in their rough native tongue.
"Gots us a huume. Found 'im sneakin round the woods we did. Thrull's gonna reward our camp for this.. Raven's claw will eat tonight!"
"Right, I so hungry I eat shoe last night." To accentuate the point he wriggled his bare toes on his left foot and rubbed his belly. We just need keep huume till Bolikar arrives, then we get food and respect.!"
With a pair of hearty cries to Raven's Claw, the pair of goblins began moving south-west down the trail farther away from the women. In the distance to the south, nestled at the fork of the mighty river Suldaskoon sits the silouette of a stronghold under the moonlit sky. What would they do? Enter the goblin territory by following the pair? wait it out? try for the keep?
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 04:15:03.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: well
I'd much rather have them open the door to come get us....
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 00:47:04.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Sounds of rays
I wouldn't think of it more than what you'd hear of a dispersal of energy, that short fizzing sound... if that makes any sense.. Not loud by any sense.
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 00:41:07.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Hmmm
... Oh that's the sweet stuff. Deep amber with the scent of fired cedar, the richness of the vaults of Kharox and as delicious as the woman serving it. Look at those ruddy cheaks that forgefire hair, and good God the beard, oh how I'd like to get my fingers in there and...uggg nnnmmm Thondrek felt someonthing brush against him and it snapped him from his blissful reverie back to the unpleasant reality complete with the aches and pains which testified to the turn-out of the battle. They had not won, had not even escaped, and as he looked around to notice Elessarae subtly releasing the bonds of his companions, Thondrek's darkvision settled on those around the cage.
"urg..." He moaned, wanting to rub his sore body but unable to lest he give away his newfound freedom. He noticed a pair of other people-if one could be called a person-- in the cage with them, but chose to remain quiet, silently mulling over their chances of escape from this precarious situation.
Moments passed, and a pair of orc's became one, which soon after became a half dozen. add them to the four goblins posted, and the group was only slightly outnumbered, even less so if the strangers vied to help in the escape plan.
Thondrek looked at the Orc's that stared at him like some sort of ornament on display. My how he'd have liked to piss them off something fierce.
Using the metal bars of the cage to aid him, Thondrek get's his knees under him, still hunched but no longer letting his rump go numb. Plus, it would allow him to leap up if need be using his squat body as a weapon if it came to it. He had a few spells with no somatic components he could use, but it would be futile if even one of the enemy got away to call for reinforcements. As it stood, he'd have to wait with the others, though he noted the exit (s) in the room, and kept a dimension jump at the forfront of his mind, just in case he needed to make a quick escape, or provide a barrier to slow them down.
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 00:38:37.
Edited on 2008-08-27 at 04:24:53 by Kaelyn
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Rofl
what are we some sort of zoo exhibit?
Posted on 2008-08-26 at 21:57:27.
Edited on 2008-08-26 at 21:57:45 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: The Night People
Plans were drawn, concerns voiced, and issues brought to light. The group had wanted to attack the south east encampment, but the map proved that reaching it would be nigh impossible without a steady means of flight or otherwise. So they would have to attempt the south western camp, with the bridge at their backs they would have a means to flee if need be, and be able to strike fast and hard repeatedly, fading into the shadows of the night.
Dylan voiced his concerns with both his eyesight, and the means to identify themselves from the enemy. Something, that despite the darkness, could easily identify themselves as friends. At the raised potential problem, one Bart similarly suffered from without enhanced vision, he reached into his bag of holding and pulled out a bundle of dried corn, the hardened dry husks surrounding the kernels like a protective shell. Tearing the corn husks from the ears he replaced the corn itself into his bag of holding, and removed a small ball of twine. The simple gesture of making the armlets of dried corn husks showed that Bartholomew was a man whose hands dipped into all manner of simple toil, for within a few minutes, each member of the expedition had a pair of corn husks sticking out attached to their right forearm. Even in the dim light of the moon, the shape of the twin oblong pointed husks were easily discernable.
One of many possible problems out of the way, the group decided to make their move. Like shadows in the night they moved as quickly and quietly as they could towards the goblin encampment. They crossed the bridge and entered the forested area, made some headway towards their destination, but were interrupted by a pair of goblin sentries further up the trail. Aelistae hushed the group and halted their advance, but Xaris and Linnix both had plans of their own. Slinking off on either side of the forest trail, Linnix blessed with her magic cloak of the night, confiscated from the werewolf, and Xaris, naturally at home in the wooded area both took to flanking the goblins, who were talking about an elk their camp had recently taken down. Apparently, food was a scarce commodity this far north, which is what spurned the more frequent raids south into the farmlands and smaller settlements of the kingdom. But as the goblin population grew, their need for sustenance grew as well, and so they had to keep pushing their forays further and further south into ‘civilized’ lands. Incredibly, Linnix and Xaris both moved without a sound, the goblins oblivious to the pair that slowly crept up upon them bringing with them swift death. As the rest of the party looked on from crouched positions and hidden behind trees, Linnx and Xaris struck. Linnix raised her newly acquired bow, took aim and fired, at the same time Xaris leapt from the side of the trail, greatsword flashing down in a deadly arc.
Linnix’s arrow pierced the goblin before her’s back, just as its eyes went wide as Xaris came into view, his sword arcing down in a mighty swath. Both arrow and blade ended goblin life instantly, such was the extent of their power. After a quick move of the bodies, deeper into the woods, the trail was cleared once more and the party was free to move on. Quietly and efficiently they knocked off two more patrols before the encampment came into view. Seven small tents, and a larger one filled the clearing, with a count of 16 goblins, a pair of hunting dogs and a pair of orcs carrying javelins and cruel looking axes milling about the clearing. On the firepit in the middle of the clearing was a spit, an elk roasting over the open fire, goblins salivating over the wonderful smells that wafted from the roasting meat, but the Orcs along with their mutts were gathered around the pit, keeping the lesser goblins from the juicy morsel.
(The party would have to decide how to strike the foe before them. They would need to move hard and fast if they hoped to eliminate this threat without raising an alarm.)
Posted on 2008-08-26 at 02:26:43.
Edited on 2008-08-26 at 22:33:21 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: dunjinni
I've got it on my laptop, just didn't have my laptop at the time of the update.
on another note... The plan was to attack the south east camp... because it was isolated... However, if you look at the map, there is no means for you to reach said encampment without circling the ENTIRE area, or cutting right in front of the keep....
Soooo, judgement call will have you go for the South west one, that way you can retreat back to the bridge and over if need be.
working on update now.
Posted on 2008-08-25 at 23:45:48.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Holy...
"Holy..Urgh..." Somewhere out in the real world Kimono's player lurched over in her computer chair, while in the game from her stomache protruded this massive broadsword albeit bearing no particularly captivating markings. AS it struck forward, barring Gorre's path, Kimono-the player felt as though something deep inside her had just been released; in a mixed cumulation of feelins akin to wretching, and having butterflies in one's stomache simultaneously.
As Twin Lightning reformed and conquered the machinator, acquiring whatever power it was they had been questing for, the pained cry of Azure kite reached their ears, and TL suggested a withdrawl. It was Kursado surprisingly enough to pitched the possibility of aiding the mysterious trio, and Kimono found that despite her uneasy stomache, there was something gnawing at the back her her mind to jump in and aid those who had allwoed them to escape. Something within her told her she should 'avenge' the actions of those who were by the sounds of it sacrificing themselves to allow TL and themselves to further their own goals.
"Can we really leave them to die after they allowed us to get this far in the first place?"
Posted on 2008-08-25 at 13:22:09.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Bartholomew
Bartholomew listened to the scouting reports of Xaris and Linnix, and the strategy that Aelistae suggested as a means of severing communication between the encampments, and slowly picking them off a camp at a time.
"We know we're not the first of the parties to arrive here, but the strength of the goblins, the organization and the lack of any other presense aside from corpses has me concerned..." he paused.
"Still we've come too far to just stand idly by. So let's run with it, and pray the God's favor us this night. Gather your things, hide your horses, take only what you can carry without slowing us down. We set off as soon as we're ready."
(I'd like to update tomorrow so please everyone get a post in if you can)
Posted on 2008-08-25 at 02:23:16.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: I believe
the x#'s are to indicate he's prayed for multiple spells of the same name.
Though of course now I realize if such were the case he'd be way above his spells/day ratio.
Posted on 2008-08-24 at 23:16:18.
Edited on 2008-08-24 at 23:32:58 by Kaelyn
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