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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Series of Events
SPOILERS: Before reading the following please read the game post.
In drinking the Strange brew potion of Heal, Xaris suffered attacks of opportunities. the Lycan criticalled on his, and brought Xaris to 0. being disabled at 0 allowed Xaris one move/ standard action so he was able to finish 'drinking' his potion, which then after a failed fort save (amazingly enough) took effect. The side effects of this Strange brew had the full effects of a heal spell take effect, but if the amount of 'remaining' possible healing w more than double the max HP of the applicant, he would explode in a release of healing energy in a radius, which gradually healed the remainder of the healing until expended or no more targets were available. This explosion required a pretty rediculously high save vs death, which Xaris rolled a naural twenty on. So the listed effects took place instead of his death.
Note to Xaris!
Xaris now has the "Stigmatic Lay on Hands" ability. He may channel any amount of his own life into healing for another player at the rate of 2 of his own HP for every 1 he bestows. He cannot use this ability while Raged.
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 01:25:54.
Edited on 2008-07-11 at 02:07:47 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Epic battles are made from moments like these
This night would be likely forever burned into the memories of those involved, as death’s cold fingers raked and clawed at those so close to its eternal grasp. There wasn’t a single combatant uninjured, and more than a few were in dire need of healing, of those Bartholomew and Xaris the most. The lycan however, could see, could smell the death scent on those around him, and set into motion his trump card as it were, to ensure victory. Concentrating on avoiding unnecessary attacks and speaking in a mix of word and howl, the druidic lycanthrope summoned another trio of wolves, though these ones seemed far less imposing than his own pack. Immediately they picked their master’s targets and struck.
Wolf A Vs Aelistae: The first wolf struck out at the unarmed priestess who was doing her best to mend Bart’s grievous wounds. With her magically enhanced reflexes however, she was able to quickly outmaneuver the beast and avoid injury.
Wolf B Vs Linnix: The second wolf lunges at the woman as her silver bolt clicks into the channel. The woman is not unprepared however, and with a quick back-step avoids the snapping jaws of her opponent.
Wolf C Vs Artanis: Replacing its fallen likeness, the wolf returns to flank Artanis and lend some aid. With the added distraction of being surrounded, the wolf finds a grip on the warrior’s calf, teeth digging in for a painful bite (Artanis 20/50 hp)
The Dire Wolf, though a menace to behold, was still under Aelsitae’s divine repelling, and continued to shirk away from the priestess, towards the tree line near the horses, much to the terrified creature’s dismay. They fought and pulled at their rope bonds, their cries and whinnies echoing into the night.
The Wolf flanking Xaris snapped again at the forest-gnome, but like a skilled matador he nimbly side stepped the creature while fishing into his pockets for a much needed elixir.
Searching for the vial he was looking for, unstopping it, and quaffing the contents took his full attention off the battle around him, and both the wolves on either side of him were content to take advantage of that momentary loss of concentration. The wolf at his back snapped its jaws shut once more, narrowly missing the gnome’s legs, while the Lycanthrope before him lunged and with its massive jaws tore out Xaris’ throat, even as his eyes went wide in horror and pain, his salvation, sparkling bright blue in the vial mere inches from his lips. Xaris couldn’t even cry out, his larynx had been stolen, along with the front half of his throat, his jugular spurting blood like a geyser into the air coating the Lycan before him who reveled in the death throes of its victim. In a last rage induced reaction, he gripped the vial till his knuckles turned white, and smashed the thin glass container into his own throat, the glass exploded on impact, the sparkling blue liquid splashing over him in a mixture of blue, crimson, and glass.
For a moment, little seemed to happen as Xaris teetered on the verge of unconsciousness, Then an awe inspiring spectacle unfolded. Blue-white translucent strands began to appear around Xaris, the magical weave mending his wounds, as his throat and other injuries began to rapidly close and regenerate anew. What was more shocking, was that even after Xaris seemed completely healed, the bright blue white light continued to filter from his body, and his eyes took on a glow of the hottest flames. His body tingled, and for a brief moment, the forest-gnome felt better than he ever had before in his life. Then that feeling of well-being increased ten fold, till even the healing properties contained within his small frame became too much to bare and Xaris felt like he was going to burst. His eyes leaked positive energy, his hair became the purest white strands of energy, and then, in a brilliant blinding flash… Xaris exploded…
~*~*~
In a monastery some half days travel north, Zorana is struck by the overwhelming sensation of a great release of positive energy and goodness, enough to make her head ring…
~*~*~
In that same flash of released energy, the expelled healing energies spread out across the clearing, healing all those it came in contact with first and foremost.
(Lycan, Full, Wolf 1 Full, Artanis 50/50, Wolf C, Full, Bartholomew, Full, Wolf A full, Linnix, 37/ 37, Wolf B Full, Aelistae 29/3 As the wave washed over everyone, they felt themselves renewed in strength and spirit, unfortunately, the wave seemed indiscriminate, as the enemy seemed rejuvenated also.
When the flash subsided, where Xaris once stood now stood a completely bleached white figure with absolutely no pigmentation about the size and shape of a familiar forest gnome, with glowing incandescent blue veins crisscrossing his body and eyes of sparkling blue white energy. He stood there looking quite shocked at what had become, but the wolves around him, strengthened were preparing to continue the fight.
(See Q/a for amazing sequence of events)
Rejuvenated, Bart stood, looking quite unsure of how he was mended so fully, but as he once more saw Aelistae above him, he thanked her fully again, not knowing the truth to his newfound vigor. He did however take notice of the Wolf beside him and Aelistae, and with a sturdy lunge after hefting himself up, and dodging an attack of opportunity plunged his pitchfork clear down the throat of the attacking wolf, nearly skewering the beast in a single thrust, stealing the life from the summoned beast as quickly as it had been granted with a critical strike.
Aelistae, shocked but not going to waste words or time over the surprisingly positive turn of events, moved to pick up her court blade, and reenter combat.
Talus, free from the dangers of anyone nearby lined up an eldritch blast on the nearest wolf, the one attacking Linnix, and let it fly. The searing blast struck the beast square in the side, eliciting a howl of pain. Taking advantage of such pain (-7), Linnix took a cautious five foot step back, leveling the crossbow at the target, and let it fly. Incredibly, the wolf lurched at the last moment and the silver bolt streaked through its fur to thud harmlessly in the earth a few meters behind the beast.
Artanis, strength returned to the warrior, looked upon Xaris with amazement; her little partner was no longer the ruddy earthy gnome she knew. Now he was something so much more. He radiated an almost tangible aura of positive energy, and utilizing the renewed health she had been gifted with, she took her sword once more to the Lycanthrope, hoping their good fortune would continue. Unfortunately, the Lycan was aware of her advance, and with amazing agility swatted her incoming blade aside with a powerful paw.
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 01:17:28.
Edited on 2008-07-11 at 02:02:20 by Kaelyn
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Well crud.
thondrek watched his fiery little bead explode ina torrent of flame, watched the goblins die in the throes of incendiary-accented agony, and then watched as his main target, the ogre, fled of all things.
"Well now that wasn't suppos'd ta happen." e said with a snort, his little legs already pumping him after the giant-kin tossing up to a trio of fire Bolt's at the Ogre as he chased it down in hopes of felling the creature before it crested the rise.
(So round 1 was bulls strength and move, Round two was fireball, round three is chase and Kelgore's fire bolt, round four is potentially a chase and elgores fire bolt)
If miraculously he and perhaps his teammate's efforts halt the Ogre before it can alert a larger contingent of the little greenskins, Thondrek will vouch to cast a swift Expedious retreat on himself instead for some more maneuverability.
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 13:45:19.
Edited on 2008-07-10 at 13:48:18 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Well, I think everyone that's going to post has...
So I'll be planning on updating in the morning when I get home from work.
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 03:31:38.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: unfortunately
no, drinking a potion is a standard action
Posted on 2008-07-08 at 17:54:08.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: hallways pt 2
Silvara snorted at Zorana's mentioning of running the gauntlet, and suggested they find items to toss down the hallway in hopes of triggering any traps from relative safety.
Silvara headed back to the mess hall, and gathered u a couple chairs and a cracked urn into her arms before returning to the hallway of holes. With a glance to Zorana, she threw a chair a couple of feet down the hallway, and once again expected the worst. Once again she was almost disappointed at the anticlimatic clanginig of wood on stone. In fact the most destructive thing to happen was the already weakened wooden chair's leg broke free.
Not wanting to chance anything, she threw the other chair over the first, and like before little happened aside from breaking a once simple wooden piece of furniture. With a little moreeffort, she underhand tossed the urn further still downhallway, and it shattered into a dozen pieces and many more smaller shards, the noice echoing down the hallways, but otherwise bringing forth no hail of spears or otherwise.
Posted on 2008-07-08 at 17:00:17.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: answers
Brianna: The holes line each side of the hallway
Deucalion: alrighty sounds good
Ginafae: One wolf flanking xaris, one turned Dire WOlf, and the Lycan-leeader
Posted on 2008-07-08 at 16:43:50.
Edited on 2008-07-08 at 16:45:55 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Hallways and holes
Zorana and Silvara, pleased if not somewhat surprised that nothing horrid or dangerous had resulted in the retrieval of the candlestick, left the room and took the time to examine it by torchlight. The candlestick upon closer inspection was not the silver valuable once thought, for the outer coating of silver was tarnished, chipped, and thin, for behind the veil of value laid a hollow wooden tube. The candlestick was indeed hollow, and one could see clear through it were they to place it before their eye and gaze down the chamber. The outside of the candlestick was marked with the simple design of the moon in it’s many phases progressing from least to a full moon from the bottom of the stick working its way up.
Stowing the piece for now while their thoughts mulled over the possible importance of the item, the ladies continued on towards the library, or laboratory as their minds pieced together possibilities for the section of the map with illegible writing. They rounded a couple more corners bypassing two doors without incident, but as they turned a third, the "l r y" room supposedly straight ahead, they came across a hallway lined with five rows of three dozen 2” round holes each spaced along the hallway. The holes were 3” apart along the row, and 1’ apart between the rows, starting 1’ above the floor and moving to 1’ below the 7’ ceiling. At the end of the holed hallway hangs a tattered and worn curtain. The curtain though faded displays a cloud on a breeze, floating above a sea of spears.
Posted on 2008-07-07 at 17:09:25.
Edited on 2008-07-07 at 17:11:26 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: update one is up!
and after breakfast comes the other groups.
Posted on 2008-07-07 at 15:58:28.
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Topic: Computer Games
Subject: *laughs*
I liked Pool of Radiance and the 'whole party' perspective. In fact I may jst have to reinstall it again for kicks.
Posted on 2008-07-07 at 15:46:39.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: It's up!
The glimmer of hope that the motes of light were reinforcements was stolen away, along with one of their friends when the fairy king and his entourage left in a flash, taking Elesia, or rather, Princess Elesianara with them. Aelistae couldn’t believe her eyes, as yet another person close to her was stolen away from within reach, and yet she was powerless to intervene.
“Xal l'Drathir wenress kyorl phor dos, lu'udossta menvissen thalra 'sohna.” She said as she set her mind back to the battle at hand. Not wanting to risk further critica injury to herself should she reenter combat, Aelistae moved closer to the fray, but stopped shy of any enemies, substituting her ‘Wave of Grief’ spell for another Cure Moderate Wounds spell, her body feeling mended and rejuvenated as her patron Goddess’ blessings washed over her. Unfortunately, the lycanthrope’s ‘heat metal’ spell was still in effect, and the sting of scorching links of chain offset the soothing healing somewhat. (Aelistae 22/38 hp)
(Drow translation: May the Moon maiden watch over you, and our paths cross again.)
As the entangling mass freed everyone involved, the wolf pack once again sprung with incredible speed and teamwork. The wolf below Talus barked at him and jumped again swiping at the warlock with a paw, but found little more than bark and air for his attempt.
The wolf previously in a magical slumber, now awake, had plenty of target’s to choose from, and once again, the animal’s instincts bade it take down the weakest of the herd, like a antelope or deer with a weak leg, the lupine loped off after Bart, stalking him before lunging with sharp fangs hungry for flesh. Incredibly, perhaps having been mauled continuously had triggered a heightened sense of survival instincts; Bartholomew managed to deflect the attack with a twist of his pitchfork’s shaft, and even managed to give it a solid whack with the blunt end of it as the wolf was disoriented. ((-4hp)
The Dire Wolf that had bitten Xaris lunged again for the gnome, having already savored the taste of the little-folk’s flesh, but Xaris was prepared, and skipped to the side just before the powerful jaw’s snapped shut.
The Lycan, still encased in stone gave a mighty shake accompanied by an equally impressive roar, and most of the stone encasing it crumbled around it. The lycanthrope grinned maliciously as another bolt of lightning split the night sky, this time striking Artanis fully on the top of her head. When the blinding flash vanished a second later however, Artanis stood there looking absolutely no worse for wear. The only sign of her even being attacked was the fact that another crystal on her shield had been charged. (Successful reflex save + electricity resistance = 0 damage)
Linnix, now free from the oppression of a hungry wolf fished for her crossbow, swapping it for her less skilled scythe, and with all haste slammed a silver tipped bolt into the channel…
Xaris, though tired, knew that to rest now meant the good possibility of never waking. Searching deep within himself, far below the layers of civil emotion or controlled aggression, he tapped into a bestial, almost primal rage of the simplest, purest sort. Letting out a blood-roar to match that of any regular wolf his beady eyes red with bloodlust, Xaris ignored, or possibly forgot of the Dire wolf right beside him, his sights set on the Lycan-leader, and with a scream he ran for him. Perhaps the sheer animosity the little gnome displayed was unnerving to the Dire wolf, for its snapping maw once again met nothing but the shudder of teeth on teeth as Xaris moved forward, a single thought on his mind as he closed within inches of the lycan. (Xaris’ double movement places him beside the Lycan but unable to attack this round)
Talus, fearing how close the leaping lupine was getting with it’s sharp claws, scrambled just that much higher into the safety of the tree line. Here, some two dozen feet up he was free from anything physical he wagered, and as he passed the boughs of the trees, his head poking through the top of the canopy, he peered down through the foliage to the Lycan leader below already breaking free of its mineral prison. Perhaps it was the leaves and branches obstructing his vision, or the fear of injuring Xaris who was so close, but Talus’ bolt flew shy of the lycanthrope scorching the earth beside Xaris, who hardly noticed if at all.
Elesia was gone. Just like that the woman who had been so sweet and kind to Artanis, pushing her to find beauty within when her physical appearance suffered, and even bestowing upon her a dress to aid her in her emotionally upsetting time was gone. Artanis ran a dirty hand through the hair that had begun to grow back, the few inches slick with perspiration from the heated battle as she tried to wrap her mind over all that had happened. The vines had freed her, and there was much at stake, pulling herself together, she prepared to make up for the moment of lost composure, and dish out more pain.. These wolves would suffer all the anger of her emotional maelstrom yet!
~*~* Round two ~*~*
Artanis’ mind raced as her eyes scanned the battlefield. Talus was safe from harm, the dire wolf was currently disengaged, and Bartholomew, though wounded seemed to be fending off his opponent well enough. Xaris however, had taken a beating, and now was trying to tackle the Lycan on his own. Worried about her half-sized combat counterpart, she raised her blade and moved to flank the Lycan hoping to increase her and Xaris’ chances of felling this most dangerous beast. Circling round the creature, she brought her sword down upon the mostly-free lycanthrope, but her sword almost seemed to bounce off the thick hairy hide of the creature as though the course fibers were as strong as steel.
Talus too, had already begun bringing forth an invocation for another eldritch blast; this time flinging it straight down at the wolf below him, the magical blow biting into fur and flesh as it burned the wolf, deepening its ire for the warlock. (-9hp)
In response, the wolf knowing it could not reach the target of its aggression, moved away from the direct line of sight of the spell flinger, and aid its master. Flanking Xaris with the Lycan just as Artanis had the lycan with Xaris, the wolf snapped at Xaris, but the gnome’s armor held firm taking the blow with ease.
The wolf fighting Bartholomew as well, sensed the danger of its alpha, and moved to flank Artanis, but Bart ensured it suffered for its decision, stabbing it hard in the side, a quartet of puncture wounds red with crimson evident of his strike as the wolf whimpered, and loped away towards Artanis. (-10hp) The wolf, taking each step with obvious pain still managed to get behind the warrior, and sink its teeth into her thigh, though its attack seemed to lack the strength or conviction to do much harm. (Artanis 28/50 hp)
The Dire Wolf however was not one to mess around, and seeing Bartholomew alone in the center of the clearing was enough incentive for the large beast to strike. The creature lunged at the farmer-turned combatant, and like its kin before it easily broke through the feeble defense offered, biting down once more upon the already wounded patron of the party. The sound of ribs cracking was mixed with a cry of pain turned into a gasp from shortness of breath, His eyes fluttered into the back of his head, and darkness overtook him once more as he fell to the earth, death’s cold fingers already reaching for him.
The lycan was surrounded, and any movement might involve unnecessary injury. He had his pack with him, and it was time to eliminate the opposition once and for all. Focusing on the gnome before him, he snarled and attacked,ripping free from the remaining stone and first biting down hard into the gnome, then clawing at him as well. It was a feat in and of itself that Xaris managed to keep his footing as the claw threatened to sweep him off his feet. As Xaris bled however and pushed the pain deeper within, he knew he was facing the deadliest opponent of his life. (Xaris 15/ 61 (+10 rage hp in reserve) = 25/61 Hp)
Aelistae knew she had to get to Bart, knew that the wolf looming over him was a fearsome creature indeed, and knew if she was going to be able to save her patron, and friend, she had only one chance. Getting as close as she could without risking an attack of opportunity from the wolf which literally stood over Bart (sharing the same square) she held aloft her holy symbol and prayed with every ounce of her being. For a moment, the dire wolf before her just growled, but as the creature’s eyes locked with hers, something came over it, and the beast began to withdraw, creeping backwards away from the priestess, and its once guaranteed meal. Aelistae’s grim smile of thanks however turned into a grimace as the ‘heat metal spell once more stole her strength with a painful sting. (19/38 hp)
Linnix’s eyes fell on the Lycan, but with two companions within melee, and a Dire wolf looming about, she changed her target. The sudden retreat of the Dire wolf however made her change target’s again and with her crossbow still moving into position she let the bolt fly. It thudded into the previously wounded wolf flanking Artanis with a thud, dropping the beast where it stood, much to Artanis’ appreciation.
(Took a liberty here, I figured if Linnix saw the Dire wolf being repelled, she’d rather take on a currently dangerous / wounded creature given the low damage die of a hand crossbow and wouldn’t you know, you hit for max damage, just enough to drop the wolf)
Xaris, finally within reach of his enemy hefted his sword with all the might left his weary body could muster, and ((holy shit he fricken did it! )) the god’s shined upon him as his non-silver weapon miraculously bypassed the enchantments, and natural resistance of the werewolf, and drew a painful growl from the beast as the smell of its own blood finally filled the air. (Xaris someone shoved a horseshoe up your pint-sized arse I swear. Another critical and max damage for 32 points before damage reduction)
The battle, no, the slaughterhouse contained within these wooden walls was a gruesome and macabre debacle as flesh was stained with splattered blood and everyone teetered on the edge of life and death at the end of fang or claw. Somewhere beyond the material realm, a cruel smile splayed the lips of an onlooker, as they prepared for the addition of new arrivals to their eternal house of horrors.
Posted on 2008-07-07 at 15:42:31.
Edited on 2008-07-07 at 21:23:32 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: It's Monday
so I'll be updating, if you havn't posted something yet you've got till I press the submit button (after writing it) or you're character won't be doing anything, and as always that's a dangerous thing!
Posted on 2008-07-07 at 13:16:20.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Torn asunder
The journey through the foreboding trees o the Hylon forest had been blissfully uneventful. It would seem that even the local wildlife had decided to keep to themselves as the sun hung low in the evening sky. The thought occurred to Armand that the lack of animal presence was a little unnerving. Not even the howl of a wolf or the hoots of the owl pierced the almost unnatural calm and silence of the evening.
As Armand, Caduceus, Deunan and Renshiir cleared the forest and made headway into Hylon, it was apparent the city too had rolled up its streets for the night, as few remained out and about, the peace and quiet of the night lulling the populous to the comforts of a warm bed. Renshiir was trying to convince Armand to head over and ‘borrow’ the previously mentioned forge, and Caduceus was usual was complaining about how he was tired and how great heroes need their rest. After being together for so long, Deunan could only laugh, for the staff was obviously talking about himself more than his companions.
As Armand was just agreeing to at least ‘visit’ the proprietor of the forge, the sun dipped below the halfway point and true twilight revealed the disastrous nature of the foreboding peak of Mount Venerro, as the sky above exploded in a cacophonous roar, shattering the very sky and tearing it asunder, the webs of fracture lines cascading out across the heavens like a stone struck mirror.
As soon as the shudder roared across the land, the populous; those still out, and those once asleep nestled in the safety of their homes were torn from the tranquility of relative normalcy over the past year and plunged once more into a world of terror. A woman’s shriek and a child’s cry were only the start of what could potentially spiral into a full spread panic. Armand knew his presence would have a calming effect on those around him, and Deunan too would prove a boon to the quelling of the fear growing within the general public. Moving through town, he did the best he could to calm those around him, while making headway towards the local church or constabulary (preferably church of a matching faith.) Perhaps they would know what to do, and if not, then there was always riding into the sunset as it were and tackling the issue at the source… Mt. Venerro.
Posted on 2008-07-06 at 19:39:48.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Sorry guys!
obviously my medicated self mis read the distance between up and the main camp and misjudged the ogres reaction. But i'm looking forward to dealing with the consequences just the same!
Posted on 2008-07-06 at 11:23:08.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Due to july fourth weekend
I'l not be updating till sunday/ monday. That should give everyone more than enough time to get an update in. As for Silvara and Zorana, I'll continue to update as time allows before then.
Posted on 2008-07-05 at 00:19:40.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: nce we're going kooky in the black of space
Why not reconfigure transporter beams to just take specific limbs or article's of clothing, Operation: Ah my pants!
Anyways, though it pains me to drop, I'll defiantely keep reading and lurking (late at night when I should be working now that I've unlimited internet from my phone lol)
Take care and God Speed.
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 19:41:27.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Oddly enough
I saw Solvy online around 2-3 am this morning...
I pm'ed her and mentioned that if she could respond quickly enough as to whether or not she was game to continue with some regularity, I could easily write her in as severely wounded but not dead and crawl out of the tent to join the fray, but received no answer, so here's to hoping she get's back to us before the battle ends and the decision stands.
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 13:37:26.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Though it will break a Romulans heart...
After a serious look at my upcoming work schedule, moving plans,and nmerous extracurricular activities planned for the summer months, I'm regrettably going to have to bow out, and let Karl Valberg go up in said flame of glorious space booms and what not.
While I'm sure I could have managed to write a great he makes it tothe charon post, I feel it just wouldn't be doing justice to the intensity of the other dedicated players at the moment to sorta have his responses and posts linger or be waited upon due to my gradually growing schedule and shrinking of RDI-time.
So to all I've interacted with, I've had a blast, and drink a glass of champaign in the wake of one former officer.
Chief of Security Karl Valberg; USS CERBERUS
aka Kaelyn
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 13:30:08.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: and just for the rule mongers out there
While I know that the phb states that a bararian, no matter how many rages per day they hav can only enter a rage once per encounter, I'm ruling the 'intermission' ended the encounter, if only briefly, as noone was able to move, react, or cause harm to one another for short while.
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 16:04:32.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: rememmber
being fatigued
means you cannot RUN or CHARGE.
So Round one would simply be standing and Moving 30' (fast movement) towards the Lycan (not a run just a double move action)
And Round two provided he's not free or able to defend himself would be to attempt a coup des grace, or at least an attack.
Savvy?
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 16:00:08.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: if you want to guys
please feel free to try and post two rounds worth of actions. Ie reralae, you can post as you did for round one (loading crossbow) round two shooting at the Lycan leader as I think you mentioned over msn or what not.
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 15:44:32.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: fatigued
-2 penalty to strength and dex cannot run or charge and anything that wold fatigue you wil exhaust you instead...
Soooo you could always use your second Rage / day to go enraged again sorta cancel the Strength penalty, add more Dex penalties move attack for p to 8 rounds, pray it's over by then then collapse for 9 hours of rest lol.
Or, you can simply make single movements and single attacks, albeit at a penalty. You all still have 2 more rounds of +1 attack damage / saving throws from Elesia's song before she left if that makes any impact to your decisions.
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 15:42:06.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: One hell of an intermission
Aelistae looked on painfully as Elesia helped her to her feet and she activated the entirety of her healing belt’s restorative powers in a single application. As her wounds healed albeit not nearly enough for her liking, Aelistae could only rise and watch as the events unfolded before her eyes. (Aelistae 12/ 38 hp)
It was like the adventurer’s knew that their very lives hung in the balance of this next round of combat, as nearly all of them sprung at once into action, in an effort to buffet the enemy away before anymore harm could be inflicted. Artanis and Linnix had moved to double team the wolf that Linnix had been fending off for the past little while. Bastard sword and scythe worked in harmony as Linnix’s scythe cut a swath across the wolf’s side, as it turned to face the new threat of Artanis, her deadly blade waiting for the retreating wolf, and gutting the poor creature with a mighty arc of her blade. With an almost painful silence, the wolf fell dead to the earth already stained red from the spills of heated combat.
Moonshadow and Xaris were locked in a wrestling match, and this time Xaris took the advantage, managing to plant Moonshadow under a simple boot, and as she snapped at him with razor teeth and vengeful eyes, the forest gnome put an end to the life of a once loyal, and fierce to the end creature of the woods with a single two handed downward thrust of his sword. Moonshadow’s final howl of pain split the night and filled the arena with a sadness, but it was somewhere up above, looking down from another place and time, that the familiar face of a elven ranger wept a tears; a mixture of sorrow and happiness turning to raindrops which fell to the earth in a shower of emotion. She and her companion would be reunited soon.
As the rain began to fall, Talus targeted the wolf stalking the prone Bartholomew, and finally, without fear of injury managed to let fly a bolt of eldritch energy, which though only glanced the wolf, scarcely hurting the creature, it did attract the attention of the four legged terror, and it left Bart long enough to focus on the irritation scrambling up the tree wall as best he could. Someone was looking down on Talus, this day however, because as he scampered up the wall the wolf charged and lunged, and was rewarded only with a hunk of leather as sharp teeth tore free a small portion of the warlock’s boot.
Bart scrambled to his feet, but soon everyone in the clearing found the grass and roots about themselves began to grow and entangle around their ankles and working up their legs. The dire wolf which had just dealt with Sheva lunged at Xaris, sinking its teeth into the forest gnome hard, and though enraged, even Xaris had to have felt that pain somewhere beneath his anger. (Xaris ( 37/61 hp) Even as the Wolf prepared for more gorging, the roots wrapped up around both Xaris and the beast, who both struggled to be free.
The Lycan, seeing the entangling spell taking hold, howled once more, and the skies split to let another lightning bolt sunder the tree-line which lined the battlefield. In response, a small swarm of multicolored lights left the treeline, and flooded over the lycan, who snarled and snapped at the diminutive glowing things. Each time they passed, they sprinkled some glowing powder on the beast, and as he fought back with the fury of a wild animal, his movements became more stiff and his muscles strained against the magic which was taking him. In a matter of seconds, the Lycan leader was no more the fur covered menace, but a dark statue trapped, hopefully forever under the curse of stone.
The swarm of lights fluttered on, filling the entire arena with a glow of lingering dust, and the remaining living wolves all fell into a peaceful slumber, while the adventurer’s themselves felt their muscles tense and their nerve’s relax as a wave of calm washed over them. Xaris was magically removed from his enraged state, and fatigue took over as he collapsed into the entangling foliage, which held even the mighty Artanis and her combat partner Linnix at bay.
Talus, who was safely attached to the tree-line wall, soon found his enchantments were not needed to hold him aloft, as the trees themselves wrapped around him to hold him in their embrace, and soon all within the arena were rendered unable to move.
Outside the barrier, Aelistae and Elesia looked on as even Bartholomew became unable to move, overtaken by lush vines and grass like restraints. Unsure exactly what to do, she could only wait and watch as the swarm of lights flittered over around them before slowing in their flight long enough for the drow, and other’s who looked on in wonder could discern each light belonged to a tiny winged being only a couple inches in height.
They looked down at Aelistae with a look of curiosity more than anything, but to Elesia they looked on with an expression of awe and dismay all at once. One fairy, a tiny man of plump frame with tiny wings which seemed to struggle to hold him aloft and bearing a tiny golden crown began fluttering around Elesia pointing his finger at the massive woman before him.
The two of them exchanged word’s in a language no one could understand, in fact only Aelistae was close enough to even register the tiny voice of the crown toting fairy. It should be noted, that Elesia, though a good three thousand percent larger than the fairy king, stamped her foot in place and threw her hands out in a huff like a teenager denied going to a dance as she spoke to the man before her. When the verbal exchange was complete, Elesia looked unsettled and more than a little embarrassed. Though she took a few steps away from Aelistae and the other’s and stood in the entrance of the clearing before speaking.
“It would not be fitting to carry on my charade any longer, not to you all who have been so kind to me. I, as many have guessed, am not your typical human girl, in fact, I am not human at all. My name is Elesianara Alum Silversong, and I am a fairy from the Forest’s near Cormanthor, in the Vale of Lost Voices, a princess actually, though I wouldn’t dwell upon it. My father however –and she gestures to the tiny man floating angrily over her right shoulder—would have me cooped up for my protection, as mankind has wrought many tragedies over the years, and though those with half a brain tread nowhere near the vale, it is the will of the kingdom that we do not interact with outsiders. I however, am a curious sort, and until now had eluded my overprotective father and his guards so that I could infiltrate and mingle with your kinds, to learn for myself more than the tales and lore passed down through the knowledge tree.”
Elesianara’s father spoke something else indiscernible, and then as one, the king, and twelve other fairy’s all took the form of elves, beauty personified s they stood their with now life-size bows, and quivers strapped across their chiseled features, perfectly toned bodies and features hidden little by the strategically placed leaf or vine curved around their ‘fairyhoods’ Turning to face everyone in general, the King spoke, in common for all to hear. “It is time my foolhardy daughter left her notions of grandeur and adventure to the human tales read by the elders. I shall see them barred from access for they cause nothing but trouble, filling my daughter’s head with such rubbish. We are taking Elesianara back to the Great Oak, and I dare say you will not see each other again. Come my daughter, your little game has come to an end.
Elesia began to protest, but a dozen trained bows became raised towards Aelistae and the other’s held in the clearing, and the bardic companion knew this was an argument she could not win. Even as the tears caressed her cheeks as she cried, she could only turn to Aelistae who was the closest, and share “I’m sorry” before she herself took her natural form, a beautiful fairy encompassed in a green glow only a few inches tall. Half the guard’s reverted back to their fairy form, and escorted Elesia back through a similar shimmering green portal.
It was the king who turned to Aelistae with the last word’s speaking loud enough for all to hear. “I should thank you for getting yourselves into such a foolish predicament. Had my daughter not foolishly placed so much value on your life, and brought you though the hidden fae tunnels, we never would have tracked her so quickly. But now, order has been restored, and things shall return to how they should have been.” Before any retort could be given, he and the rest of the fairy guard’s took to the Fae tunnel’s and left Everyone as though they had never been there. The entangling spell was released, and all were free to move, including the Dire wolf, the sleeping wolf now awakening from everything that had been going on, the wolf beneath Talus, and the Lycan, whose’ stone flesh casing was even now beginning to crack, threatening to release the beast within.
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 04:55:23.
Edited on 2008-07-03 at 04:59:26 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Candlesticks
Zorana moved to give Silvara some cover should anything undesirable occur as Silvara carefully tried to find the best way to remove the candlestick, she tested other pieces of wood and rubble around the candlestick, testing them for their role in the support of pieces above and around them, and when she finally thought she had figured it out, she gave the candlestick a single solid jerk.
As the silver stick came loose and Silvara grasped it her breathe held in expectation of some disastrous collapse, but none came. As Silvara stood, and chanced to exhale, like a feather upon an already perilous load, the rubble pile capsized upon itself, sending the roar of rubble and waste throughout the room and connecting halls.
Both women instinctively flinched, expecting the worst, but unexpectedly, and perhaps most fortunately, no swarm of rats or anything else came to investigate the noise. As the dust settled, and the stench of rot and death resumed anew, the ladies were left in silence.
Posted on 2008-07-02 at 20:34:28.
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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Hmm
Chris stood there trying to determine just where he knew Jonah from, for the man certainly seemed to know him. Chief of something, if it were police then he'd be his superior it would seem, but the man didn't greet him with the sort of customary introduction of men who worked together, or shared a common allegiance to upholding the law.
Especially a drunk who delved into gambling while they were stil all very much nto the shitmix.
Chris let his eyes fall about the room even as Jonah flopped a deck out and offered a game of poker. Chris was already scanning the lockers and noticing, as Delilah did, the similiarity of initials in respect to those gathered.
"I'll pass on the card games, but I would like to take a look in these, unless you know something else you'd care to gamble on sharing." With that, Chris goes about opening the locker with his initials on it, if it can, if not he'll try and find the means of prying the door from the hinges)
Posted on 2008-07-02 at 20:10:02.
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