Post by agnes on Jun 19, 2011 18:56:00 GMT -5
Mission : Nightmare
Date 6/19/11
Attendees : Abet'zi Defender Damien Love * AN )
Abet'zi Champion Alex
Abet'zi Defender John Rain * LatF)
Abet'zi Champion Morwyn Hanraelani
Mel'yn Defender Coran Rain ( LatF )
Earnings : 300 gold & "Flaming Strike" - This is a +5 attack that can be used once per combat, causing your fists or weapons to be sheathed in flames and giving an extra boost
Agnes Clayborn: ~ Log On ~
tempered winds: [ Is it? - goes to check- ]
Agnes Clayborn: This is the Mission of the Nightmare~
Agnes Clayborn: The rumor going around , whispered behind hands that in a
village there is something quite terrible going on. A child's nightmare. Not
just any sort of nightmare but one that has become real. It is tormenting
the villagers and
Agnes Clayborn: their homes. The Mission that was pinned up upon the local
board was seeking hardy Adventurers to come and aid these people in their
attempts of freedom from the nightmare, as well as finding out what is the
cause.
Agnes Clayborn: ( If you are willing to risk your lives state Rank, Names
and Dice )
afiloveandwar: Abet'zi Defender Damien Love d36 (AN)
Unstable Memory: Abet'zi Champion Alex d40
Unstable Memory: die hard +5 hp
tempered winds: [ John Rain - LatF - Abet'zi Defender (2d36) - Diehard +5hp
]
Unstable Memory: ( may have someone on the way )
seekthefallen: [ Mel'yn Defender Coran Rain of LatF - 2d44 + diehard ]
seekthefallen: [ + 5hp >.> ]
Agnes Clayborn: ( state informtion dear heart )
a muse lost: Morwyn Hanraelani-Abet'zi Champion 2d40
Agnes Clayborn: ( die hard? )
Agnes Clayborn: The village isn't too far from the city, though the people
seem a little nervous when the adventurers arrive. The old farmer Jeb comes
out to greet them when they arrive. " Evenin folks.. spose ya'll answerin da
ad we put up? "
Agnes Clayborn: <d
Agnes Clayborn: ( go ahead and rp folks ::NUDGES with a tazer )
seekthefallen: Coran donned her Emperors Armor. Her ears twitched when she
heard the old man twang his intro. "Yes, we are thr group reply to your
call."
Unstable Memory: ::Alex making his way to the village slowly came forth to
the man speaking and looked around the city itself. Head tilted behind the
mask as hazel eye's roamed about the area.:: Yeah, I'm here to check on the
nightmares that have
seekthefallen: [ Color change! ]
seekthefallen: [ the* ]
Unstable Memory: been coming to life. ::He'd say casually. Eye's roamed
about the area slowly and carefully getting a feel for the village itself.::
Only arrived here a few days ago and already I'm on jobs like these. I must
be crazy. -d-
afiloveandwar: :::Damien strode to the village along with his companions.
Since Coran spoke he kept his mouth shut. He stood arms crossed awaiting the
time to press on. He snorted a bit and began to check his armor making sure
it was on tight:::
tempered winds: "Nope, I'm just here for the free food." John grinned as he
walked over to Coran, and eyed the man a little. He was only kidding. Kind
of.
a muse lost: White hem flared with every kick forward of her feet, the
delicate chime of silver encompassing waist swaying to and fro in the motion.
A study fell to the small province they had come to, a mindful pat at side to
satchel made; ever
a muse lost: concerned that something might have been left behind.
Agnes Clayborn: Now Jebs eyes wandered over the group that arrived.. the
hand lifted up to scratch at the gnarled hand as he grunted quietly. "
Whelp.. I don't rightly knowed we was offerin dinner.. but donna suppose dat
ol' Elsa will minds much.
Agnes Clayborn: Ya'lls bes comes wit me. " He stated and waved the large
hand for them to follow. The village was merely a collection of cottages,
there were a few that had been burnt clean to the ground, not much left
standing except the
Unstable Memory: You and your burgers John. :;Alex said as he shook his
head. His eye's going over towards Morwyn hearing the soft connection of limb
and package connection.:: You got everything Morwyn? -D-
Agnes Clayborn: reminates of the chimneys. "Ain't much ta be done tills da
sun goes no how.. "he drew out as he looked into the old farm house and
bellowed in. " ELSA.. WE'S GOTS COMP'Y. " He looked back to them and nodded.
<d
tempered winds: "Well, I thought it would only be fair that you feed your
heroes before sending them off to their doom." He chuckled before looking
over to Alex. "I'm not picky. I'll settle for steak instead if they have
some." Folding his hands
afiloveandwar: :::John never did change. He was still afraid as to how much
that family actually ate. Noticing Morwyn he smiled slightly and nodded his
head behind the helm::: Greetings Morwyn :::then it dawned on him. She
couldn't see who it was
tempered winds: behind his head, he walked alongside his wife as the group
followed the man.
afiloveandwar: oh well reunions come later. He followed Jeb through the
village and stopped at what seemed to be Elsa's house:::
a muse lost: "I believe so." Only in the moment would she know whether
something was absent from satchel; one never could predict everything needed
for a venture. "Last meals..." The whisper more low than normal speech, this
the first thought
seekthefallen: Coran poked John in the side as they moved. She was not
worried about death, not one bit. But eating was a big thing, she had to eat
before a good fight.
a muse lost: that came to mind. Upward to the latest hello, the maiden sent
forth a faint grin, tipping head slightly in returned welcome.
Agnes Clayborn: The woman that came out was a whisp of a thing, gray hair
pinned up high on her head while the wrinkled hands wiped themselves clean on
an apron. " Evenin... "She ducked her head. "They's here ta takes care o' da
pro'lem. " He
tempered winds: If Damien was smart he'd never, ever invite the family over
for dinner.
Agnes Clayborn: stated as the elder woman looked back and lifted her brows.
" Well now.. ain't that fine o' ya folk.. well.. ya'll bes come in an gets
yerselves cleaned up fer dinner. We's havin roast an taters.. "She stated.
The interior of the
Agnes Clayborn: house was rather common place a long table fit into the
kitchen. The woman began to collect plates and the like to sit them up onto
the table. " So yer here ta gits rids o' da demonhorse? " She asked <d
Unstable Memory: Good good. ::He'd say to Morwyn before attention was given
once more towards John.:: Sounds like you're wanting to upgrade. ::He'd say
as he'd follow the group to the farm house up ahead. Stopping to see a woman
come out being
afiloveandwar: :::He grabbed the helm and removed it from his head revealing
shoulder length jet black hair. Icey blue eyes and a scar going from the jaw
line past his eye on the right side of his face. He walked slowly into the
house and looked
afiloveandwar: around. There was no way he was taking this stuff off so he
would have to save it for a victory meal instead of a last meal:::
Unstable Memory: informed as to whom they exactly were. When they were asked
if they were the ones to take out the demon Horse, Alex nodded his head.::
Yeah, we're here to take down your problem. Don't know how much of a chance
we stand though, but
Unstable Memory: I suppose we'll know before we leave here. -d-
tempered winds: He rubbed his side where Coran had poked him. Boy, she
wasn't going easy on him huh? But he knew that his wife shared his sentiments
about food. At the mention of dinner he grinned. Yes! He glanced over to Alex
and
seekthefallen: Coran stepped inside right before John and took a quick
glance around before she nodded to the woman who had asked about their reason
here. "Yes, we're here to take down the creature." She said as she looekd for
somewhere to go wash
seekthefallen: her hands for dinner. And no! When did he ever go easy on
John?
tempered winds: shrugged. "Upgrade, downgrade, it's all good. As long as
it's something I can put in my mouth, and doesn't taste too horrible. But
roast and taters sound great." He moved over to claim a seat.
a muse lost: The accent a bit foreign, Morwyn had difficulty determining
what the woman said; of course her own at times was none the better.
Information was best gleaned when listening, opting to let ears be the
dominant sense more so than her
a muse lost: mouth, trying to dredge up anything memory might hold
concerning corrupted equines, mounts from the pits of Hell no doubt.
Unstable Memory: There are fetishs for that. ::He said to John as he looked
over towards him. It was too bad that Alex's face couldn't be viewed but the
way the eye's had turned upward it was easy to know that he was smiling
widely under that
Unstable Memory: mask.:: But maybe they'll have all sorts for you inside.
Just don't eat too much that you slow yourself down. -d-
seekthefallen: "Food will never slow us down. Trust me, my friend." She
grinned widely and moved to sit down
Agnes Clayborn: The woman nodded to the water pump and basin, for when the
woman looked for a place to wash up. " Be a sad thin' dun'cha know. That
poor child.. ain't had a minutes peace.. since it happened da firs time. "She
sighed and turned
Agnes Clayborn: about to start slicing the tender roast and putting it onto
plates as well as a good helping of the spiced fried potatoes. <d
afiloveandwar: :::Damien stood quietly looking out a window::: Go on ahead
and eat. Will take hours to get this armor off. I will just stay here and
keep an eye on things :::blasted armor getting in the way of food. Between
the two Rains there
Unstable Memory: Hm? ::Alex's voice resonated as the woman spoke about the
child not having much sleep. His eye's focusing down to the ground.:: Then
we'll defiently win. Every child needs peace of mind to grow up. :: I'll
take up watch with Damien
seekthefallen: Coran had purchased the morphing armor from the emporium.
afiloveandwar: will most likely be nothing left if they come back::: Morwyn
if you wouldn't mind setting a bit a side for me I would greatly appreciate
it.
a muse lost: Hands cleansed and dried, she selected seat at the table. When
plate passed her way, Morwyn eyed the meat...drippings of it trailing toward
the root vegetables. With Alex regarding Damien, she took fork and casually
slipped her
a muse lost: portion of roast to his plate.
Unstable Memory: ::Spoken as he went along with the knight. His eye's going
over towards Morwyn.:: Thank you for tagging along. -d-
a muse lost: Caught midact....the slices returned to her plate, moving them
more up the side to stay clear of what she could consume. "No problem." They
would be tucked in a linen later for Damien.
seekthefallen: Coran cut into the meat slowly. Her time back home was making
her way more polite then she used to be. She didn't pay attention to anyone
else. Lost in her thoughts while she ate.
Agnes Clayborn: The plates set out before the rest of them as the old woman
made sure two extra plates were set aside as well. Ol Jeb came back in
leading a scrawny exhausted boy.. who looked at the guests with fear, the
plate was handed off..
tempered winds: John was too busy eating to talk or really pay attention to
anything else. Of course, he wasn't rudely devouring everything in sight but
he was certainly eating more than one person's share.
Agnes Clayborn: before the boy moved to head back out to the barn. The old
woman frowned seeing his face and sighed. " I'mma hopin you folks can brin
his littlin heart some o' dat peace yer friend was talkin about. " <d
a muse lost: "I can never turn away those in need; it is not right of me to
do so." Fealty to one's faith ensured that no soul would linger in peril for
long.
Agnes Clayborn: ( any questions for the old woman? If not I'm gonna bounce
this ahead )
seekthefallen: [ nah, I'm good. ]
Agnes Clayborn: ( alright )
Agnes Clayborn: The meal was inhaled by some and enjoyed by others but time
had passed right along. Damien and Alex would have spent their time standing
out looking at crops in the distance and listening to the complaints of cows
and sheep. The
Agnes Clayborn: sun sank into the west, and the azure sky painted itself a
cross the horizon. ( I need everyone's location please )
afiloveandwar: (( window near front door ))
Unstable Memory: ( spending "man time" with damien in the front. )
tempered winds: [ Dinner table <
seekthefallen: [ Totally sitting at the table ]
a muse lost: [table
Agnes Clayborn: (ty)
Agnes Clayborn: There was something odd in the air.. the crickets had slowly
become silent and the old woman, she was asleep in the rocker beside the
hearth. Outside near the stables the calls of the horses began to stir,
their whinnies and snort
Agnes Clayborn: sounding distrubed, as the pounding could be heard from the
stable doors. <d
Unstable Memory: ::Alex sitting there doing look out with Daimen while
others relaxed to the comforts of the table he'd just about pass out. Though
when the sound of knocking became apperant. he'd look up towards the source
as he looked over at
Unstable Memory: Damien.:: Guess we should go and check it out. ::He said as
he arose and went to the others.:: Weird noises coming from the stables,
going to check out. Lets go. ::He'd say as he'd start his journy to the
source.:: -d-
afiloveandwar: :::He licked his lips watching those cows picking out a cut
of meat from each of them suddenly he heard disturbance from the stables:::
Lets get to it :::he placed the helm back over his head tucking in his hair
and followed Alex
afiloveandwar: outside towards the stables unsure if it's this nightmare or
just an upset horse. Somewhat hoping its just the upset horse:::
a muse lost: Eyes pried open, disrupted from silent prayer when an echo of
something rapping upon wood broke the night of it's usual symphony. "Be
cautious." The word of warning went to the pair, rising from seat to go stand
at the doorwell.
seekthefallen: [ Back, sorry ]
Agnes Clayborn: ( wb)
tempered winds: As much as he enjoyed eating, the disturbances coming from
the stables did not go unnoticed. Setting his fork down, a nod was given to
Morwyn before casting a look over to his wife. He rose from the chair and
moved over to the door.
tempered winds: [ wb ]
Unstable Memory: ( wb )
Agnes Clayborn: The doors to the stable were finally kicked open wide as the
horses that had been locked away in the stables were finally set free. The
trembling of the ground came with the surge of frightened horses as deeper
within the barn
seekthefallen: [ Ty ] Coran looked back at John before she too rose, with
her hand place firmly on the hilt of her longsword. They both made their way
outside after the others to go check out what was causing the horses to
freak.
Agnes Clayborn: itself the flames could be spotted. Slowly in the regal
manner of a Stallion the Nightmare emerged, the mane of flames licked the
wooden structure igniting it, as well as the straw upon the stable floor.
The flick of the tail
Agnes Clayborn: caused sparks to lash out as it threw its head back and
delivered the challenge. <d
Agnes Clayborn: ( Score board )
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 0/18 : Alex 0/25 : John 23 : Coran 27 ;
Morwyn 0/20 : Nightmare 0/100
Agnes Clayborn: Damien
afiloveandwar: :::well the horses bursted out was no surprise. He turned
tail and ran so he would not be trambled. He grabbed hold of one of the
horses by the mane and lept up onto its back. ( mounted combat ) Grabbing his
shield he charged
afiloveandwar: forward into the barn. He took a deep breath and swung his
shield smacking the nightmare in the head sending it into a daze:: ( Shield
bash Endurance check 15+ )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
afiloveandwar: (( damn ))
Agnes Clayborn: The Nightmare managed to duck beneath the shield as it came
toward him. <d
Agnes Clayborn: Alex~
Unstable Memory: ::Seeing the nightmare being awaken and coming to life,
Alex let out a low sigh. This wasn't going to be a easy fight by any means as
he saw the speed and power of this creature. Quickly he came forth towards it
with both blades
Unstable Memory: drawn, aimming to strike at the right knee and a downward
slash for the side of its body.:: [Dualist (half combat dice damage added to
total) +3 fighter, battle rager +1d]
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 3 40-sided dice: 25 21 34
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 9 poynts damage ~*~
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 9 poynts damage ~*~
Unstable Memory: +4 +3
Unstable Memory: 15 damage total
Agnes Clayborn: John
tempered winds: From his position by the doorway, John watched as the horses
came barreling out of the stables. The orange glow of the flames was spotted
first before the creature came into sight. Reaching around behind him both
swords were drawn
seekthefallen: [ Omg, so I just realized my dice is 2d48 now >.> fuck me! ]
Agnes Clayborn: ( noted)
tempered winds: as he made ready to charge. He looked for an opening as the
others attacked first to draw the Nightmare's attention. Then he rushed
forward, arms raising the blades to slash out towards the side of the beast
as he ran past.
tempered winds: [ Fighter +3 / Dualist - half dmg by second blade / Battle
Rager - +1d ]
OnlineHost: tempered winds rolled 3 36-sided dice: 2 29 22
Unstable Memory: ~*~ tempered winds scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
tempered winds: [ 5 + 3 + 2 = 10 ]
Agnes Clayborn: Coran
seekthefallen: Coran watched as everyone went at the horse, and most of them
landed a decent attack. She glared at it for a moment before she slammed her
foot hard against the ground, causing it to roll like a large wave toward the
demonhorse, --
seekthefallen: hoping to dull its flames some.
OnlineHost: seekthefallen rolled 2 48-sided dice: 25 21
Unstable Memory: ~*~ seekthefallen scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Morwyn
a muse lost: A hand gripped wooden frame work as the barn's inhabitants
broke barrier and charged free, watching as they scattered for safety. To
wall where belongings were left, bow grabbed quickly along with quiver,
leaving satchel where it
a muse lost: lied. A reach back took arrow, centering it to weapon, but
string paused in it's taut state, following the movement of the Nightmare
until a decnt shot could be found.
OnlineHost: a muse lost rolled 2 40-sided dice: 27 22
Unstable Memory: ~*~ a muse lost scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: The horse was bleeding if one could call it that, the
streams of liquid fire dripped from its flanks and through the holes where
the arrows had pierced. It snorted heavily creating a smoke to roll out
around it . The sudden rock
Agnes Clayborn: back up onto its hind legs as it struck out toward Alex and
John, since they were on foot and closest to it. <d ( shared damage )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 3 50-sided dice: 28 16 30
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 0/18 : Alex 4/25 : John 4/23 : Coran 29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 : Nightmare 35/100
Agnes Clayborn: Damien
Unstable Memory: ::Getting struck, Alex went sliding back as his body
lowered towards the ground catching himself before he fell back. Eye's shot
over towards John making sure he was alright. A nod was given to him.::
Ready?
afiloveandwar: :::Well he had it with this hellspawn, He drew a longsword
from his hip grabbing the jewel encrusted hilt. Charging forward he would
strike the horse across its side as he rode past:: ( blessed sword of JGT +5
against evil.
afiloveandwar: Holy Valor +5 against evil)
OnlineHost: afiloveandwar rolled 2 36-sided dice: 16 30
Unstable Memory: ~*~ afiloveandwar scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
afiloveandwar: ( 15 )
Agnes Clayborn: Alex
Unstable Memory: ::He'd pick up both swords as he started directly for the
nightmare.:: I'll take low, you go high. :;He said to John as he closed the
distance, his body coming to a slide as both swords came for the front right
leg of the nightmare
Unstable Memory: hoping to slow it some.::
Unstable Memory: (dualist, fight+3 )
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 2 40-sided dice: 39 27
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
Unstable Memory: +4+3
Unstable Memory: 15 total
Agnes Clayborn: John
tempered winds: Arms were brought up in defense, though it didn't do much to
soften the damage dealt by the beast. It sent him stumbling back a bit, yet
he managed to stay on his feet. Nod was returned to Alex who had taken the
same damage before
tempered winds: he turned his focus back to Nightmare. Go high? It was worth
a shot. Launching himself forward he took a leap into the air, swords aiming
for the horse's neck as he moved past.
tempered winds: [ Fighter +3 / Dualist ]
OnlineHost: tempered winds rolled 2 36-sided dice: 36 5
Unstable Memory: ~*~ tempered winds scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Coran
tempered winds: [ 5 + 3 + 2 = 10 ]
seekthefallen: Coran watched as John was attacked and her eyes widen. Now
she was pissed. She grabbed an arrow from her quiver as she drew the bow off
of her back. She drew the arrow back and fired at the horses forehead. [+1
atk for Serpenttongue
seekthefallen: arrow]
OnlineHost: seekthefallen rolled 2 48-sided dice: 39 14
Unstable Memory: ~*~ seekthefallen scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
seekthefallen: [ 6 total ]
Agnes Clayborn: Morwyn
a muse lost: The tip pierced a good four inches into the right shoulder of
the beast, the wooden shaft erupting with flames as fiery life spilled from
the wound. On the front stoop she stood, poised to take another shot at the
hellish
a muse lost: creature. Fingers snapped from string, releasing a whistling
projectile that soared for it's ribline.
OnlineHost: a muse lost rolled 2 40-sided dice: 7 24
Unstable Memory: ~*~ a muse lost scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: The horse screamed as it was attacked, slices into the
heavy legs caused it to stumble, but certainly not out of it yet. The
Nightmare Rocked itself forward to donkey kick at Damien , him and his holy
blade! <d
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 3 50-sided dice: 44 34 2
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 10 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 10/18 : Alex 4/25 : John 4/23 : Coran 29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 : Nightmare 35/100
Agnes Clayborn: (oops not right hang on )
afiloveandwar: (Knight +3 def Sword and Board +2 def )
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 10/18 : Alex 4/25 : John 4/23 : Coran 29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 : Nightmare 83/100
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 5/18 : Alex 4/25 : John 4/23 : Coran 29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 : Nightmare 83/100
Agnes Clayborn: ( eyeballs and points ))
afiloveandwar: (( =-D ))
Agnes Clayborn: Damien
afiloveandwar: :::He flew back off his mount and flammed into the ground
thankfully the fall hurt him the most as he was protected from the kick.
Giving the blessed sword a quick spin he charged forward. He would slide last
minute and thrust his
afiloveandwar: sword upward into the Nightmares gut before sliding out on
the other side bringing his blade with:: (( blessed sword +5 holy valor +5)
OnlineHost: afiloveandwar rolled 2 36-sided dice: 16 36
Unstable Memory: ~*~ afiloveandwar scored 6 poynts damage ~*~
afiloveandwar: ( 16 )
Agnes Clayborn: The Nightmare staggered and snorted again.
Unstable Memory: ::As Damien came in strong with the strike, but not enough
to wrap it up, Alex came running foward as his body jumped into the air, his
right arm pulling back as his feet spread and his body coming down adding to
the force behind
Unstable Memory: the blow, sending a heavy thrust right for the neck of the
beast.::
Unstable Memory: (dualist, fighter +3 )
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 2 40-sided dice: 38 6
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
Unstable Memory: +2+3
Unstable Memory: 10 total
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 5/18 : Alex 4/25 : John 4/23 : Coran 29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 : Nightmare 109/100
Agnes Clayborn: End Combat!
Agnes Clayborn: The Nightmare fell forward .. which thinking of.. ( Alex
roll Acrobatics to see if you get out of the way of the falling horse )
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Unstable Memory: no +'s
Agnes Clayborn: And.. someone may want to get Alex out from underneath the
front end of the dead nightmare. The good thing was? It was dead and the
flames snuffed out! <d
tempered winds: [ brb ]
Unstable Memory: ::Poor alex couldn't catch a break....::
a muse lost: A harsh connection, her breath drew into a gasp as Damien met
the unsavory end of a hoof. Hand did not search for an arrow this time,
instead her arm stretched forth in his direction. Tiny motes of light popped
into existance,
Agnes Clayborn: ( ya didn't take damage )
Unstable Memory: ( but i'm stuck under a horse! )
Unstable Memory: ( it's ok. he's use to it. trust me. )
Agnes Clayborn: (tmi)
afiloveandwar: (( too much time with JBB? ))
Unstable Memory: ( the dead remains that fall on him. )
Unstable Memory: ( yeah. )
Unstable Memory: ( can't help it he attrachs beasts of all type. )
seekthefallen: Coran straped her bow back onto her back and snorted at the
creature angrily, even though it was now dead. "That's what you get!" She
said before she made her way over to her husband. "You okay honey?"
Agnes Clayborn: The farmers came out in a hurry.. a few went to go locate
the horses that had run off.. the others moved forward to put out the flames
surrounding the barn. It was Elsa that came out next looking panicked. "
Has anyone seen the
Agnes Clayborn: boy? " <d
a muse lost: dancing about the extended limb until breaking clean to travel
on soft breezes to Damien, Alex and John; the bright spheres separating and
washing over each with a mild feeling of restoration. [damien, john, alex
each healed
a muse lost: 3hps....at 9/12 for healing total.]
Agnes Clayborn: ( noted )
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 2/18 : Alex 1/25 : John 1/23 : Coran 29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 :
afiloveandwar: ::Damien pulled himself up and grabbed hold of whatever part
of the horse he could. He lifted as much as he could hoping it was enough for
Alex to wiggl his way out:::
Unstable Memory: Mmmm.mmmm..MMMMMM ::The muffled cries of Alex could be
heard from under the dead horse. His arms twitching along with his legs as he
laid there struck. Though when Damien lifted the horse up Alex started to
crawl his way out.::
seekthefallen: Coran watched as Mory healed John and she smiled to her.
"Thanks hun." She looekd to Elsa and shook her head. "No ma'am."
Unstable Memory: Thank you. -d-
Agnes Clayborn: Her eyes looked to the burning barn. Then back to the
group, the old wrinkled hands wrung themselves. <d
tempered winds: "Yeah, I'm fine. We kicked its ass huh?" He grinned over to
Coran before turning in Morwyn's direction. "Thanks"
Agnes Clayborn: ( anyone willing to run into a burning barn? )
afiloveandwar: Thank you Morwyn :::He huffed and dropped the dead body back
to the ground and slowly removed his helm (( Damien so is ))
seekthefallen: [ Coran will ]
Unstable Memory: ( Alex will. )
Agnes Clayborn: ( Roll Atheltics and Spot checks please )
OnlineHost: seekthefallen rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
Unstable Memory: ~*~ seekthefallen scored 0 poynts damage ~*~Thanks morwyn.
::Alex said as he heard about the l
tempered winds: [ John will too! ]
Unstable Memory: lil boy. Feet pressing forward towards the barn.
OnlineHost: afiloveandwar rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Unstable Memory: ~*~ afiloveandwar scored 0 poynts damage ~*~athel
a muse lost: During the fray it was easy to miss where the child had gone,
most of the focus aimmed toward taking down the Nightmare. Flames still
engulfed the structure, her part now trying to find a water source to pitch
bucket in and help
Unstable Memory: tics
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: tempered winds rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
Unstable Memory: ~*~ tempered winds scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
tempered winds: [ +5, but eh. ]
a muse lost: douse what she could of the fire to keep the entrance from
being lost to an orange heated haze.
Agnes Clayborn: ( Damien and John. take 1d3 damage for fire. )
Agnes Clayborn: ( coran and alex roll to spot the boy )
OnlineHost: afiloveandwar rolled 1 3-sided die: 3
Unstable Memory: ~*~ afiloveandwar scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 1 3-sided die: 3
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 0 poynts damage ~*~//
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: seekthefallen rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Unstable Memory: ~*~ seekthefallen scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Coran spies the little boy curled up beneath an old saddle
blanket, the raged around them. ( roll once more to get out safely )
seekthefallen: Coran was inside, a wet towel over her mouth and nose as she
searched for the boy. She spotted him! Now to get him out.
OnlineHost: seekthefallen rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Unstable Memory: ~*~ seekthefallen scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
seekthefallen: [ Frak ]
Agnes Clayborn: ( Alex roll to get out safely )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 1 3-sided die: 1
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 0 poynts damage ~*~::Seeing Coran
had the boy. Alex stayed with her as he'd help push her out of the way
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 6/18 : Alex 1/25 : John 4/23 : Coran 1/29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 :
Agnes Clayborn: They managed to rescure the boy as the old marm takes him
out of Coran's arms. "Thank you... " She wept as she cradled the little boy
to take him inside.
seekthefallen: "You're very welcome Ma'am." Coran said as she dabbed her
flame wounds with the towel she held.
afiloveandwar: :::Damien walked out trying to smack out the fire on his
arm::: Who ordered the Baked Love? Baked Love order up :::he coughed a bit
expelling the toxins from his lungs:::
Agnes Clayborn: Once the fire was put out the farmers all stood around and
scratched their heads a bit. The captured horses were put into the corral.
With the Nightmare gone.. question now.. what caused it to appear to begin
with? <d
seekthefallen: The child had a special affinity that he didn't know about
which caused the creature to come to life?
seekthefallen: Deary, that'd be kinda cool.
a muse lost: Splash. Damien was met with the remains of water settled in her
bucket, putting him out and leaving arm to send up a dying trail of smoke.
"There...all better."
tempered winds: Ah well. He tried. Putting the fire out after sustaining
some mild burns, John moved to cut the woman and small boy off. "One moment
please." He looked the small boy over, and smiled. "You alright? What
happened in the stables?"
seekthefallen: [ brb, dinners cookin ]
Agnes Clayborn: The boy looked at him and shrugged. " was dreamin abouts
horses.. " the boy stated and shrugged, though in his hands held tight to
that blanket. <d
tempered winds: "..I see. The horse you were dreaming about... was it
covered in flames by any chance?"
Agnes Clayborn: "E'er since da barns caughts fire " he nodded snufflin a
little bit. Perhaps there was something unusual about the blanket, a small
silvered rune on it. However with the death of the nightmare it seemed to be
flaking off. <d
Unstable Memory: ::Alex patted himself down from the flaming building he had
just escaped from as he came up to the others asking the kid questions. Over
hearing something about the kid dreaming of horses.:: Perhaps when we
returen we can look up
Unstable Memory: as to how exactly nightmares manifest to begin with. -d-
tempered winds: A nod was given, and he looked over to the blanket that the
boy was holding onto. "Well, I'm glad you're safe. What's that you got
there?" He pointed to the blanket.
Agnes Clayborn: "Me blanket.. an ol' man cames through..says.. it was right
special. " he stated though the frown appeared on his face when he realized
the silver was flaking off and turning to dust on the ground. " don't s'pose
it be special now"
Agnes Clayborn: He sounded rather dejected, poor little guy <d
seekthefallen: [ Back ]
tempered winds: [ wb ]
Agnes Clayborn: It was Jeb that walked forward once more and offered each of
them the bags of promised payment. " We wanna thanks ya'll fer comin out an
gittin rid's o' dat thin " <d
tempered winds: "I'm sure it's still special." He nodded a bit, though it
was starting to make a little sense now. Reaching out with his hand, he
patted the boy on the head. Then he walked off to receive his payment.
Agnes Clayborn: End Log ~
Date 6/19/11
Attendees : Abet'zi Defender Damien Love * AN )
Abet'zi Champion Alex
Abet'zi Defender John Rain * LatF)
Abet'zi Champion Morwyn Hanraelani
Mel'yn Defender Coran Rain ( LatF )
Earnings : 300 gold & "Flaming Strike" - This is a +5 attack that can be used once per combat, causing your fists or weapons to be sheathed in flames and giving an extra boost
Agnes Clayborn: ~ Log On ~
tempered winds: [ Is it? - goes to check- ]
Agnes Clayborn: This is the Mission of the Nightmare~
Agnes Clayborn: The rumor going around , whispered behind hands that in a
village there is something quite terrible going on. A child's nightmare. Not
just any sort of nightmare but one that has become real. It is tormenting
the villagers and
Agnes Clayborn: their homes. The Mission that was pinned up upon the local
board was seeking hardy Adventurers to come and aid these people in their
attempts of freedom from the nightmare, as well as finding out what is the
cause.
Agnes Clayborn: ( If you are willing to risk your lives state Rank, Names
and Dice )
afiloveandwar: Abet'zi Defender Damien Love d36 (AN)
Unstable Memory: Abet'zi Champion Alex d40
Unstable Memory: die hard +5 hp
tempered winds: [ John Rain - LatF - Abet'zi Defender (2d36) - Diehard +5hp
]
Unstable Memory: ( may have someone on the way )
seekthefallen: [ Mel'yn Defender Coran Rain of LatF - 2d44 + diehard ]
seekthefallen: [ + 5hp >.> ]
Agnes Clayborn: ( state informtion dear heart )
a muse lost: Morwyn Hanraelani-Abet'zi Champion 2d40
Agnes Clayborn: ( die hard? )
Agnes Clayborn: The village isn't too far from the city, though the people
seem a little nervous when the adventurers arrive. The old farmer Jeb comes
out to greet them when they arrive. " Evenin folks.. spose ya'll answerin da
ad we put up? "
Agnes Clayborn: <d
Agnes Clayborn: ( go ahead and rp folks ::NUDGES with a tazer )
seekthefallen: Coran donned her Emperors Armor. Her ears twitched when she
heard the old man twang his intro. "Yes, we are thr group reply to your
call."
Unstable Memory: ::Alex making his way to the village slowly came forth to
the man speaking and looked around the city itself. Head tilted behind the
mask as hazel eye's roamed about the area.:: Yeah, I'm here to check on the
nightmares that have
seekthefallen: [ Color change! ]
seekthefallen: [ the* ]
Unstable Memory: been coming to life. ::He'd say casually. Eye's roamed
about the area slowly and carefully getting a feel for the village itself.::
Only arrived here a few days ago and already I'm on jobs like these. I must
be crazy. -d-
afiloveandwar: :::Damien strode to the village along with his companions.
Since Coran spoke he kept his mouth shut. He stood arms crossed awaiting the
time to press on. He snorted a bit and began to check his armor making sure
it was on tight:::
tempered winds: "Nope, I'm just here for the free food." John grinned as he
walked over to Coran, and eyed the man a little. He was only kidding. Kind
of.
a muse lost: White hem flared with every kick forward of her feet, the
delicate chime of silver encompassing waist swaying to and fro in the motion.
A study fell to the small province they had come to, a mindful pat at side to
satchel made; ever
a muse lost: concerned that something might have been left behind.
Agnes Clayborn: Now Jebs eyes wandered over the group that arrived.. the
hand lifted up to scratch at the gnarled hand as he grunted quietly. "
Whelp.. I don't rightly knowed we was offerin dinner.. but donna suppose dat
ol' Elsa will minds much.
Agnes Clayborn: Ya'lls bes comes wit me. " He stated and waved the large
hand for them to follow. The village was merely a collection of cottages,
there were a few that had been burnt clean to the ground, not much left
standing except the
Unstable Memory: You and your burgers John. :;Alex said as he shook his
head. His eye's going over towards Morwyn hearing the soft connection of limb
and package connection.:: You got everything Morwyn? -D-
Agnes Clayborn: reminates of the chimneys. "Ain't much ta be done tills da
sun goes no how.. "he drew out as he looked into the old farm house and
bellowed in. " ELSA.. WE'S GOTS COMP'Y. " He looked back to them and nodded.
<d
tempered winds: "Well, I thought it would only be fair that you feed your
heroes before sending them off to their doom." He chuckled before looking
over to Alex. "I'm not picky. I'll settle for steak instead if they have
some." Folding his hands
afiloveandwar: :::John never did change. He was still afraid as to how much
that family actually ate. Noticing Morwyn he smiled slightly and nodded his
head behind the helm::: Greetings Morwyn :::then it dawned on him. She
couldn't see who it was
tempered winds: behind his head, he walked alongside his wife as the group
followed the man.
afiloveandwar: oh well reunions come later. He followed Jeb through the
village and stopped at what seemed to be Elsa's house:::
a muse lost: "I believe so." Only in the moment would she know whether
something was absent from satchel; one never could predict everything needed
for a venture. "Last meals..." The whisper more low than normal speech, this
the first thought
seekthefallen: Coran poked John in the side as they moved. She was not
worried about death, not one bit. But eating was a big thing, she had to eat
before a good fight.
a muse lost: that came to mind. Upward to the latest hello, the maiden sent
forth a faint grin, tipping head slightly in returned welcome.
Agnes Clayborn: The woman that came out was a whisp of a thing, gray hair
pinned up high on her head while the wrinkled hands wiped themselves clean on
an apron. " Evenin... "She ducked her head. "They's here ta takes care o' da
pro'lem. " He
tempered winds: If Damien was smart he'd never, ever invite the family over
for dinner.
Agnes Clayborn: stated as the elder woman looked back and lifted her brows.
" Well now.. ain't that fine o' ya folk.. well.. ya'll bes come in an gets
yerselves cleaned up fer dinner. We's havin roast an taters.. "She stated.
The interior of the
Agnes Clayborn: house was rather common place a long table fit into the
kitchen. The woman began to collect plates and the like to sit them up onto
the table. " So yer here ta gits rids o' da demonhorse? " She asked <d
Unstable Memory: Good good. ::He'd say to Morwyn before attention was given
once more towards John.:: Sounds like you're wanting to upgrade. ::He'd say
as he'd follow the group to the farm house up ahead. Stopping to see a woman
come out being
afiloveandwar: :::He grabbed the helm and removed it from his head revealing
shoulder length jet black hair. Icey blue eyes and a scar going from the jaw
line past his eye on the right side of his face. He walked slowly into the
house and looked
afiloveandwar: around. There was no way he was taking this stuff off so he
would have to save it for a victory meal instead of a last meal:::
Unstable Memory: informed as to whom they exactly were. When they were asked
if they were the ones to take out the demon Horse, Alex nodded his head.::
Yeah, we're here to take down your problem. Don't know how much of a chance
we stand though, but
Unstable Memory: I suppose we'll know before we leave here. -d-
tempered winds: He rubbed his side where Coran had poked him. Boy, she
wasn't going easy on him huh? But he knew that his wife shared his sentiments
about food. At the mention of dinner he grinned. Yes! He glanced over to Alex
and
seekthefallen: Coran stepped inside right before John and took a quick
glance around before she nodded to the woman who had asked about their reason
here. "Yes, we're here to take down the creature." She said as she looekd for
somewhere to go wash
seekthefallen: her hands for dinner. And no! When did he ever go easy on
John?
tempered winds: shrugged. "Upgrade, downgrade, it's all good. As long as
it's something I can put in my mouth, and doesn't taste too horrible. But
roast and taters sound great." He moved over to claim a seat.
a muse lost: The accent a bit foreign, Morwyn had difficulty determining
what the woman said; of course her own at times was none the better.
Information was best gleaned when listening, opting to let ears be the
dominant sense more so than her
a muse lost: mouth, trying to dredge up anything memory might hold
concerning corrupted equines, mounts from the pits of Hell no doubt.
Unstable Memory: There are fetishs for that. ::He said to John as he looked
over towards him. It was too bad that Alex's face couldn't be viewed but the
way the eye's had turned upward it was easy to know that he was smiling
widely under that
Unstable Memory: mask.:: But maybe they'll have all sorts for you inside.
Just don't eat too much that you slow yourself down. -d-
seekthefallen: "Food will never slow us down. Trust me, my friend." She
grinned widely and moved to sit down
Agnes Clayborn: The woman nodded to the water pump and basin, for when the
woman looked for a place to wash up. " Be a sad thin' dun'cha know. That
poor child.. ain't had a minutes peace.. since it happened da firs time. "She
sighed and turned
Agnes Clayborn: about to start slicing the tender roast and putting it onto
plates as well as a good helping of the spiced fried potatoes. <d
afiloveandwar: :::Damien stood quietly looking out a window::: Go on ahead
and eat. Will take hours to get this armor off. I will just stay here and
keep an eye on things :::blasted armor getting in the way of food. Between
the two Rains there
Unstable Memory: Hm? ::Alex's voice resonated as the woman spoke about the
child not having much sleep. His eye's focusing down to the ground.:: Then
we'll defiently win. Every child needs peace of mind to grow up. :: I'll
take up watch with Damien
seekthefallen: Coran had purchased the morphing armor from the emporium.
afiloveandwar: will most likely be nothing left if they come back::: Morwyn
if you wouldn't mind setting a bit a side for me I would greatly appreciate
it.
a muse lost: Hands cleansed and dried, she selected seat at the table. When
plate passed her way, Morwyn eyed the meat...drippings of it trailing toward
the root vegetables. With Alex regarding Damien, she took fork and casually
slipped her
a muse lost: portion of roast to his plate.
Unstable Memory: ::Spoken as he went along with the knight. His eye's going
over towards Morwyn.:: Thank you for tagging along. -d-
a muse lost: Caught midact....the slices returned to her plate, moving them
more up the side to stay clear of what she could consume. "No problem." They
would be tucked in a linen later for Damien.
seekthefallen: Coran cut into the meat slowly. Her time back home was making
her way more polite then she used to be. She didn't pay attention to anyone
else. Lost in her thoughts while she ate.
Agnes Clayborn: The plates set out before the rest of them as the old woman
made sure two extra plates were set aside as well. Ol Jeb came back in
leading a scrawny exhausted boy.. who looked at the guests with fear, the
plate was handed off..
tempered winds: John was too busy eating to talk or really pay attention to
anything else. Of course, he wasn't rudely devouring everything in sight but
he was certainly eating more than one person's share.
Agnes Clayborn: before the boy moved to head back out to the barn. The old
woman frowned seeing his face and sighed. " I'mma hopin you folks can brin
his littlin heart some o' dat peace yer friend was talkin about. " <d
a muse lost: "I can never turn away those in need; it is not right of me to
do so." Fealty to one's faith ensured that no soul would linger in peril for
long.
Agnes Clayborn: ( any questions for the old woman? If not I'm gonna bounce
this ahead )
seekthefallen: [ nah, I'm good. ]
Agnes Clayborn: ( alright )
Agnes Clayborn: The meal was inhaled by some and enjoyed by others but time
had passed right along. Damien and Alex would have spent their time standing
out looking at crops in the distance and listening to the complaints of cows
and sheep. The
Agnes Clayborn: sun sank into the west, and the azure sky painted itself a
cross the horizon. ( I need everyone's location please )
afiloveandwar: (( window near front door ))
Unstable Memory: ( spending "man time" with damien in the front. )
tempered winds: [ Dinner table <
seekthefallen: [ Totally sitting at the table ]
a muse lost: [table
Agnes Clayborn: (ty)
Agnes Clayborn: There was something odd in the air.. the crickets had slowly
become silent and the old woman, she was asleep in the rocker beside the
hearth. Outside near the stables the calls of the horses began to stir,
their whinnies and snort
Agnes Clayborn: sounding distrubed, as the pounding could be heard from the
stable doors. <d
Unstable Memory: ::Alex sitting there doing look out with Daimen while
others relaxed to the comforts of the table he'd just about pass out. Though
when the sound of knocking became apperant. he'd look up towards the source
as he looked over at
Unstable Memory: Damien.:: Guess we should go and check it out. ::He said as
he arose and went to the others.:: Weird noises coming from the stables,
going to check out. Lets go. ::He'd say as he'd start his journy to the
source.:: -d-
afiloveandwar: :::He licked his lips watching those cows picking out a cut
of meat from each of them suddenly he heard disturbance from the stables:::
Lets get to it :::he placed the helm back over his head tucking in his hair
and followed Alex
afiloveandwar: outside towards the stables unsure if it's this nightmare or
just an upset horse. Somewhat hoping its just the upset horse:::
a muse lost: Eyes pried open, disrupted from silent prayer when an echo of
something rapping upon wood broke the night of it's usual symphony. "Be
cautious." The word of warning went to the pair, rising from seat to go stand
at the doorwell.
seekthefallen: [ Back, sorry ]
Agnes Clayborn: ( wb)
tempered winds: As much as he enjoyed eating, the disturbances coming from
the stables did not go unnoticed. Setting his fork down, a nod was given to
Morwyn before casting a look over to his wife. He rose from the chair and
moved over to the door.
tempered winds: [ wb ]
Unstable Memory: ( wb )
Agnes Clayborn: The doors to the stable were finally kicked open wide as the
horses that had been locked away in the stables were finally set free. The
trembling of the ground came with the surge of frightened horses as deeper
within the barn
seekthefallen: [ Ty ] Coran looked back at John before she too rose, with
her hand place firmly on the hilt of her longsword. They both made their way
outside after the others to go check out what was causing the horses to
freak.
Agnes Clayborn: itself the flames could be spotted. Slowly in the regal
manner of a Stallion the Nightmare emerged, the mane of flames licked the
wooden structure igniting it, as well as the straw upon the stable floor.
The flick of the tail
Agnes Clayborn: caused sparks to lash out as it threw its head back and
delivered the challenge. <d
Agnes Clayborn: ( Score board )
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 0/18 : Alex 0/25 : John 23 : Coran 27 ;
Morwyn 0/20 : Nightmare 0/100
Agnes Clayborn: Damien
afiloveandwar: :::well the horses bursted out was no surprise. He turned
tail and ran so he would not be trambled. He grabbed hold of one of the
horses by the mane and lept up onto its back. ( mounted combat ) Grabbing his
shield he charged
afiloveandwar: forward into the barn. He took a deep breath and swung his
shield smacking the nightmare in the head sending it into a daze:: ( Shield
bash Endurance check 15+ )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
afiloveandwar: (( damn ))
Agnes Clayborn: The Nightmare managed to duck beneath the shield as it came
toward him. <d
Agnes Clayborn: Alex~
Unstable Memory: ::Seeing the nightmare being awaken and coming to life,
Alex let out a low sigh. This wasn't going to be a easy fight by any means as
he saw the speed and power of this creature. Quickly he came forth towards it
with both blades
Unstable Memory: drawn, aimming to strike at the right knee and a downward
slash for the side of its body.:: [Dualist (half combat dice damage added to
total) +3 fighter, battle rager +1d]
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 3 40-sided dice: 25 21 34
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 9 poynts damage ~*~
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 9 poynts damage ~*~
Unstable Memory: +4 +3
Unstable Memory: 15 damage total
Agnes Clayborn: John
tempered winds: From his position by the doorway, John watched as the horses
came barreling out of the stables. The orange glow of the flames was spotted
first before the creature came into sight. Reaching around behind him both
swords were drawn
seekthefallen: [ Omg, so I just realized my dice is 2d48 now >.> fuck me! ]
Agnes Clayborn: ( noted)
tempered winds: as he made ready to charge. He looked for an opening as the
others attacked first to draw the Nightmare's attention. Then he rushed
forward, arms raising the blades to slash out towards the side of the beast
as he ran past.
tempered winds: [ Fighter +3 / Dualist - half dmg by second blade / Battle
Rager - +1d ]
OnlineHost: tempered winds rolled 3 36-sided dice: 2 29 22
Unstable Memory: ~*~ tempered winds scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
tempered winds: [ 5 + 3 + 2 = 10 ]
Agnes Clayborn: Coran
seekthefallen: Coran watched as everyone went at the horse, and most of them
landed a decent attack. She glared at it for a moment before she slammed her
foot hard against the ground, causing it to roll like a large wave toward the
demonhorse, --
seekthefallen: hoping to dull its flames some.
OnlineHost: seekthefallen rolled 2 48-sided dice: 25 21
Unstable Memory: ~*~ seekthefallen scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Morwyn
a muse lost: A hand gripped wooden frame work as the barn's inhabitants
broke barrier and charged free, watching as they scattered for safety. To
wall where belongings were left, bow grabbed quickly along with quiver,
leaving satchel where it
a muse lost: lied. A reach back took arrow, centering it to weapon, but
string paused in it's taut state, following the movement of the Nightmare
until a decnt shot could be found.
OnlineHost: a muse lost rolled 2 40-sided dice: 27 22
Unstable Memory: ~*~ a muse lost scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: The horse was bleeding if one could call it that, the
streams of liquid fire dripped from its flanks and through the holes where
the arrows had pierced. It snorted heavily creating a smoke to roll out
around it . The sudden rock
Agnes Clayborn: back up onto its hind legs as it struck out toward Alex and
John, since they were on foot and closest to it. <d ( shared damage )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 3 50-sided dice: 28 16 30
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 0/18 : Alex 4/25 : John 4/23 : Coran 29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 : Nightmare 35/100
Agnes Clayborn: Damien
Unstable Memory: ::Getting struck, Alex went sliding back as his body
lowered towards the ground catching himself before he fell back. Eye's shot
over towards John making sure he was alright. A nod was given to him.::
Ready?
afiloveandwar: :::Well he had it with this hellspawn, He drew a longsword
from his hip grabbing the jewel encrusted hilt. Charging forward he would
strike the horse across its side as he rode past:: ( blessed sword of JGT +5
against evil.
afiloveandwar: Holy Valor +5 against evil)
OnlineHost: afiloveandwar rolled 2 36-sided dice: 16 30
Unstable Memory: ~*~ afiloveandwar scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
afiloveandwar: ( 15 )
Agnes Clayborn: Alex
Unstable Memory: ::He'd pick up both swords as he started directly for the
nightmare.:: I'll take low, you go high. :;He said to John as he closed the
distance, his body coming to a slide as both swords came for the front right
leg of the nightmare
Unstable Memory: hoping to slow it some.::
Unstable Memory: (dualist, fight+3 )
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 2 40-sided dice: 39 27
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
Unstable Memory: +4+3
Unstable Memory: 15 total
Agnes Clayborn: John
tempered winds: Arms were brought up in defense, though it didn't do much to
soften the damage dealt by the beast. It sent him stumbling back a bit, yet
he managed to stay on his feet. Nod was returned to Alex who had taken the
same damage before
tempered winds: he turned his focus back to Nightmare. Go high? It was worth
a shot. Launching himself forward he took a leap into the air, swords aiming
for the horse's neck as he moved past.
tempered winds: [ Fighter +3 / Dualist ]
OnlineHost: tempered winds rolled 2 36-sided dice: 36 5
Unstable Memory: ~*~ tempered winds scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Coran
tempered winds: [ 5 + 3 + 2 = 10 ]
seekthefallen: Coran watched as John was attacked and her eyes widen. Now
she was pissed. She grabbed an arrow from her quiver as she drew the bow off
of her back. She drew the arrow back and fired at the horses forehead. [+1
atk for Serpenttongue
seekthefallen: arrow]
OnlineHost: seekthefallen rolled 2 48-sided dice: 39 14
Unstable Memory: ~*~ seekthefallen scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
seekthefallen: [ 6 total ]
Agnes Clayborn: Morwyn
a muse lost: The tip pierced a good four inches into the right shoulder of
the beast, the wooden shaft erupting with flames as fiery life spilled from
the wound. On the front stoop she stood, poised to take another shot at the
hellish
a muse lost: creature. Fingers snapped from string, releasing a whistling
projectile that soared for it's ribline.
OnlineHost: a muse lost rolled 2 40-sided dice: 7 24
Unstable Memory: ~*~ a muse lost scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: The horse screamed as it was attacked, slices into the
heavy legs caused it to stumble, but certainly not out of it yet. The
Nightmare Rocked itself forward to donkey kick at Damien , him and his holy
blade! <d
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 3 50-sided dice: 44 34 2
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 10 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 10/18 : Alex 4/25 : John 4/23 : Coran 29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 : Nightmare 35/100
Agnes Clayborn: (oops not right hang on )
afiloveandwar: (Knight +3 def Sword and Board +2 def )
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 10/18 : Alex 4/25 : John 4/23 : Coran 29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 : Nightmare 83/100
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 5/18 : Alex 4/25 : John 4/23 : Coran 29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 : Nightmare 83/100
Agnes Clayborn: ( eyeballs and points ))
afiloveandwar: (( =-D ))
Agnes Clayborn: Damien
afiloveandwar: :::He flew back off his mount and flammed into the ground
thankfully the fall hurt him the most as he was protected from the kick.
Giving the blessed sword a quick spin he charged forward. He would slide last
minute and thrust his
afiloveandwar: sword upward into the Nightmares gut before sliding out on
the other side bringing his blade with:: (( blessed sword +5 holy valor +5)
OnlineHost: afiloveandwar rolled 2 36-sided dice: 16 36
Unstable Memory: ~*~ afiloveandwar scored 6 poynts damage ~*~
afiloveandwar: ( 16 )
Agnes Clayborn: The Nightmare staggered and snorted again.
Unstable Memory: ::As Damien came in strong with the strike, but not enough
to wrap it up, Alex came running foward as his body jumped into the air, his
right arm pulling back as his feet spread and his body coming down adding to
the force behind
Unstable Memory: the blow, sending a heavy thrust right for the neck of the
beast.::
Unstable Memory: (dualist, fighter +3 )
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 2 40-sided dice: 38 6
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
Unstable Memory: +2+3
Unstable Memory: 10 total
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 5/18 : Alex 4/25 : John 4/23 : Coran 29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 : Nightmare 109/100
Agnes Clayborn: End Combat!
Agnes Clayborn: The Nightmare fell forward .. which thinking of.. ( Alex
roll Acrobatics to see if you get out of the way of the falling horse )
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Unstable Memory: no +'s
Agnes Clayborn: And.. someone may want to get Alex out from underneath the
front end of the dead nightmare. The good thing was? It was dead and the
flames snuffed out! <d
tempered winds: [ brb ]
Unstable Memory: ::Poor alex couldn't catch a break....::
a muse lost: A harsh connection, her breath drew into a gasp as Damien met
the unsavory end of a hoof. Hand did not search for an arrow this time,
instead her arm stretched forth in his direction. Tiny motes of light popped
into existance,
Agnes Clayborn: ( ya didn't take damage )
Unstable Memory: ( but i'm stuck under a horse! )
Unstable Memory: ( it's ok. he's use to it. trust me. )
Agnes Clayborn: (tmi)
afiloveandwar: (( too much time with JBB? ))
Unstable Memory: ( the dead remains that fall on him. )
Unstable Memory: ( yeah. )
Unstable Memory: ( can't help it he attrachs beasts of all type. )
seekthefallen: Coran straped her bow back onto her back and snorted at the
creature angrily, even though it was now dead. "That's what you get!" She
said before she made her way over to her husband. "You okay honey?"
Agnes Clayborn: The farmers came out in a hurry.. a few went to go locate
the horses that had run off.. the others moved forward to put out the flames
surrounding the barn. It was Elsa that came out next looking panicked. "
Has anyone seen the
Agnes Clayborn: boy? " <d
a muse lost: dancing about the extended limb until breaking clean to travel
on soft breezes to Damien, Alex and John; the bright spheres separating and
washing over each with a mild feeling of restoration. [damien, john, alex
each healed
a muse lost: 3hps....at 9/12 for healing total.]
Agnes Clayborn: ( noted )
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 2/18 : Alex 1/25 : John 1/23 : Coran 29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 :
afiloveandwar: ::Damien pulled himself up and grabbed hold of whatever part
of the horse he could. He lifted as much as he could hoping it was enough for
Alex to wiggl his way out:::
Unstable Memory: Mmmm.mmmm..MMMMMM ::The muffled cries of Alex could be
heard from under the dead horse. His arms twitching along with his legs as he
laid there struck. Though when Damien lifted the horse up Alex started to
crawl his way out.::
seekthefallen: Coran watched as Mory healed John and she smiled to her.
"Thanks hun." She looekd to Elsa and shook her head. "No ma'am."
Unstable Memory: Thank you. -d-
Agnes Clayborn: Her eyes looked to the burning barn. Then back to the
group, the old wrinkled hands wrung themselves. <d
tempered winds: "Yeah, I'm fine. We kicked its ass huh?" He grinned over to
Coran before turning in Morwyn's direction. "Thanks"
Agnes Clayborn: ( anyone willing to run into a burning barn? )
afiloveandwar: Thank you Morwyn :::He huffed and dropped the dead body back
to the ground and slowly removed his helm (( Damien so is ))
seekthefallen: [ Coran will ]
Unstable Memory: ( Alex will. )
Agnes Clayborn: ( Roll Atheltics and Spot checks please )
OnlineHost: seekthefallen rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
Unstable Memory: ~*~ seekthefallen scored 0 poynts damage ~*~Thanks morwyn.
::Alex said as he heard about the l
tempered winds: [ John will too! ]
Unstable Memory: lil boy. Feet pressing forward towards the barn.
OnlineHost: afiloveandwar rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Unstable Memory: ~*~ afiloveandwar scored 0 poynts damage ~*~athel
a muse lost: During the fray it was easy to miss where the child had gone,
most of the focus aimmed toward taking down the Nightmare. Flames still
engulfed the structure, her part now trying to find a water source to pitch
bucket in and help
Unstable Memory: tics
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: tempered winds rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
Unstable Memory: ~*~ tempered winds scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
tempered winds: [ +5, but eh. ]
a muse lost: douse what she could of the fire to keep the entrance from
being lost to an orange heated haze.
Agnes Clayborn: ( Damien and John. take 1d3 damage for fire. )
Agnes Clayborn: ( coran and alex roll to spot the boy )
OnlineHost: afiloveandwar rolled 1 3-sided die: 3
Unstable Memory: ~*~ afiloveandwar scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 1 3-sided die: 3
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 0 poynts damage ~*~//
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: seekthefallen rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Unstable Memory: ~*~ seekthefallen scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Coran spies the little boy curled up beneath an old saddle
blanket, the raged around them. ( roll once more to get out safely )
seekthefallen: Coran was inside, a wet towel over her mouth and nose as she
searched for the boy. She spotted him! Now to get him out.
OnlineHost: seekthefallen rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Unstable Memory: ~*~ seekthefallen scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
seekthefallen: [ Frak ]
Agnes Clayborn: ( Alex roll to get out safely )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 1 3-sided die: 1
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 0 poynts damage ~*~::Seeing Coran
had the boy. Alex stayed with her as he'd help push her out of the way
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Unstable Memory: ~*~ Unstable Memory scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Damien 6/18 : Alex 1/25 : John 4/23 : Coran 1/29 ;
Morwyn 0/20 :
Agnes Clayborn: They managed to rescure the boy as the old marm takes him
out of Coran's arms. "Thank you... " She wept as she cradled the little boy
to take him inside.
seekthefallen: "You're very welcome Ma'am." Coran said as she dabbed her
flame wounds with the towel she held.
afiloveandwar: :::Damien walked out trying to smack out the fire on his
arm::: Who ordered the Baked Love? Baked Love order up :::he coughed a bit
expelling the toxins from his lungs:::
Agnes Clayborn: Once the fire was put out the farmers all stood around and
scratched their heads a bit. The captured horses were put into the corral.
With the Nightmare gone.. question now.. what caused it to appear to begin
with? <d
seekthefallen: The child had a special affinity that he didn't know about
which caused the creature to come to life?
seekthefallen: Deary, that'd be kinda cool.
a muse lost: Splash. Damien was met with the remains of water settled in her
bucket, putting him out and leaving arm to send up a dying trail of smoke.
"There...all better."
tempered winds: Ah well. He tried. Putting the fire out after sustaining
some mild burns, John moved to cut the woman and small boy off. "One moment
please." He looked the small boy over, and smiled. "You alright? What
happened in the stables?"
seekthefallen: [ brb, dinners cookin ]
Agnes Clayborn: The boy looked at him and shrugged. " was dreamin abouts
horses.. " the boy stated and shrugged, though in his hands held tight to
that blanket. <d
tempered winds: "..I see. The horse you were dreaming about... was it
covered in flames by any chance?"
Agnes Clayborn: "E'er since da barns caughts fire " he nodded snufflin a
little bit. Perhaps there was something unusual about the blanket, a small
silvered rune on it. However with the death of the nightmare it seemed to be
flaking off. <d
Unstable Memory: ::Alex patted himself down from the flaming building he had
just escaped from as he came up to the others asking the kid questions. Over
hearing something about the kid dreaming of horses.:: Perhaps when we
returen we can look up
Unstable Memory: as to how exactly nightmares manifest to begin with. -d-
tempered winds: A nod was given, and he looked over to the blanket that the
boy was holding onto. "Well, I'm glad you're safe. What's that you got
there?" He pointed to the blanket.
Agnes Clayborn: "Me blanket.. an ol' man cames through..says.. it was right
special. " he stated though the frown appeared on his face when he realized
the silver was flaking off and turning to dust on the ground. " don't s'pose
it be special now"
Agnes Clayborn: He sounded rather dejected, poor little guy <d
seekthefallen: [ Back ]
tempered winds: [ wb ]
Agnes Clayborn: It was Jeb that walked forward once more and offered each of
them the bags of promised payment. " We wanna thanks ya'll fer comin out an
gittin rid's o' dat thin " <d
tempered winds: "I'm sure it's still special." He nodded a bit, though it
was starting to make a little sense now. Reaching out with his hand, he
patted the boy on the head. Then he walked off to receive his payment.
Agnes Clayborn: End Log ~
