Post by Arabelle Scar on Jun 29, 2011 1:09:58 GMT -5
Mel'yn Defender Arabelle Scar of the Scar Clan (deathofresolve)
Evan Scar, Mel'yn Defender, of the Scar Clan (scarreddesign)
Mel'yn Champion Zachary Collins of the Scar Guild (tidalreign)
Alex - Grinja defender (unstab;ememory)
Melantha d'Syr - Grinja Champion (haloofnoire)
William alexander Von'Dire - Grinja Champion (FeraIPrince)
Storm Delacroix, Rosha Recruit of Scar (stormdelacroix)
Mel'yn Marshal Misty Storm of the Scar Guild (ofstormyskies)
All Adventurers gain 300gp!
FeraIPrince: [For those in the room that have spells sent in to me...I have
but a few left from yesterday...then I will move on to the one's I got today.
Best case, 1 day turn around. Worst, two day.]
FeraIPrince:
StormDelacroix: [ So.. for tonight no spell use for us.. correct? ]
scarred design: [Welcome to an RaS Mission, hosted by yours truly. I don't
know how long it will last. It was originally written to be much longer, but
was trimmed down for mission-appropriateness.]
scarred design: [Everyone please state your name, rank, dice, and any HP
modifications.]
death of resolve: Mel'yn Defender Arabelle Scar of the Scar Clan ( d48,
diehard )
scarred design: [Evan Scar, Mel'yn Defender. d48. Diehard, +10 hp amulet
of health. (39hp)
Tidal Reign: [ Mel'yn Champion Zachary Collins of the Scar Guild ( 2d52 ) ]
[ Skill: Diehard / +5 hp ]
Unstable Memory: Alex - Grinja defender 2d60 Diehard (35hp )
Halo of Noire: Melantha d'Syr - Grinja Champion (2d64 - 32hp)
FeraIPrince: -= William alexander Von'Dire - Grinja Champion - 2d64 - 32hp
=-
scarred design: [This had originially been intended as a Scar-based mission,
so.. for whatever reason, your characters were spending the evening there
Please roll init. 1d100, plus any modifiers.]
OnlineHost: death of resolve rolled 1 100-sided die: 3
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 1 100-sided die: 81
OnlineHost: Tidal Reign rolled 1 100-sided die: 18
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 1 100-sided die: 63
scarred design: [+5 init from Fervor. 86]
OnlineHost: FeraIPrince rolled 1 100-sided die: 84
OnlineHost: Halo of Noire rolled 1 100-sided die: 9
FeraIPrince: [Lightning Init = + 5 - total: 89]
StormDelacroix: Storm Analise Delacroix Rosha recruit - d20
OnlineHost: StormDelacroix rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
OnlineHost: StormDelacroix rolled 1 100-sided die: 78
scarred design: [William -/32][Evan -/39][Storm -/10][Alex -35][Zach
-/31][Ara -/29]
scarred design: [Look correct?]
death of resolve: [ mela is missing ]
scarred design: [whoops]
scarred design: [William -/32][Evan -/39][Storm -/10][Alex -35][Zach
-/31][Mela -32][Ara -/29]
scarred design: [Alright.. beginning now.]
scarred design: [GM Info] It's late at night when you're either awoken (or
distubed if you don't sleep much) by the commotion within the castle. A
guard lightly taps on your door before opening. To everyone, the
scarred design: message is clear: Stay quiet. No lights that weren't
already burning before. Get your weapons and armor ready. Meet downstairs
in the great hall.
scarred design: Being adventurous folk, everyone gets ready and heads
downstairs not long after. Guards are moving about, preparing for something.
Some of them bear looks of grim determination, others give off a
scarred design: feint look of fear now and again, before being nudged by one
of their brother's-in-arms, afterwhich the man seems to get ahold of himself.
Though moving about in the dark is difficult, everyone
scarred design: eventually makes it down to the great hall.
scarred design: "I want the archers to crawl along the walls and to wait for
the golden flare. Skirmishers will move to the gates, and their signal will
be the emerald flare. Infantry will act as reinforcements,
scarred design: and thier signal will be the sapphire flare. What few
cavalry we have will wait for the ruby flare." Captain Adeas was on in the
years, and round in the belly, but he had been in Command of Legions
scarred design: for the last decade and a half of his career. The men took
him seriously, and would have been foolish not to do so. When he saw them
all gathering, he turned from his men and approached, turning his
scarred design: gaze to Arabelle.
scarred design: "Brigands. A large group, almost an army. Some of the men
muttered when I doubled the night watch, but they spotted them, getting into
position to raid the village. We must act quickly, m'Lady.
scarred design: They're set up into three groups. Skirmishers, who will
enter the village first. A large group of reinforcements beyond the
treeline. An officer's camp to the east where they have a small
scarred design: ballistae. No threat to the castle, but they seem to want
to use it to set fire to the village, as the bastards are loading it with a
oil-covered barrel of gunpowder on the bolt. I have a plan to cut this
scarred design: off before it gets bloody for most of the town's folk, but
only if ya want to hear it and don't have a better one." [Free RP]
death of resolve: Arabelle didn't sleep much, so when she did sleep -- and
she was awoken, she was grumpy - even more so than usual. There was a grunt
from beside her, but Gabriel didn't move. That meant Arabelle was forced to
get up and answer the
death of resolve: door. With the issue of the request, it didn't take her
long to dress. The tattoo upon her centre chest was caressed with her thumb,
and her Aeon Armour phased in around her being. There was a momentary pause
as she latched her
death of resolve: weapons onto her belt. Two swords, the dagger in her boot,
and a pouch of sand. No one ever questioned why she carried around sand, it
was quite amusing. Either way! She headed down into the courtyard, only to
find the Militia on
death of resolve: alert. A brow arched slightly, as she tried to listen to
the Captain, while working the sleep from her eyes. " Lets wait for the rest,
and you can go over it with us all. We must, however, preseve that village. I
don't want one bit
death of resolve: of it damaged. "
StormDelacroix: - What did a half demoness half to do to get some
uninterrupted sleep around here. Exhaling softly as the door to her room had
been left open, Storm rolled onto her side, grabbing her daggers from her
side table. Sighing forlornly
StormDelacroix: at the loss of her Greek Demi God in a dream, Storm forced
herself to stand, sliding on her leather pants and the leather vest she had
chosen as the common clothes for this new home realm. A hand running
through ebony strands of
StormDelacroix: hair as she cooled her thought. Shaking her head to clear
her mind of her rather interesting lascivious thoughts, her daggers were spun
down and placed into their sheaths before she made her way out of her room.
The air around
StormDelacroix: her filled with the exotic spice of enticement that clung to
her like a second skin. Making her way downstairs so golden colored eyes
could peer at Arabelle in question -
Tidal Reign: After being disturbed by the castle guard, Zach quickly threw
on his cloak, picked up his swords and grabbed his pack. Since Misty seemed
to require more sleep these days so it took her a little longer to get up.
Zach waited for
FeraIPrince: For those that had within them a trace of ability to note the
subtle shift and flux in the forces unseen by the the normal and naked eye.
The pulse of psionic energy, like the heartbeat of the castle giving it's
first and deep note
of stormy skies: [ Mel'yn Marshal Misty Storm - 2d56 / +5 Diehard = 33 HP ]
scarred design: He hadn't really been asleep, deciding to read up on his
tome after Iona had passed out a few hours ago. At the commotion, he'd met
the guard at the door, giving a nod. It didn't take Evan long to ready
himself and make it
Tidal Reign: her, despite the urgency of the situation. 'Cause if he didn't,
she'd probably complain about it later. Once they had everything they were
moving into the great hall. Eyes swept over the room to note who was present,
a nod offered
scarred design: down the stairs amidst the bustle. He'd gotten there just
in time to get appraised of the situation, and gave a nod in agreement with
Ara, waiting, albeit impatiently..
FeraIPrince: in the history of it's existence. Along the ceiling half
danced, half strolled two figures that were fast becoming known in these
lands. William, holding Melantha in one hand against him, twirling her around
as they strolled across
scarred design: [added, Misty[
Unstable Memory: ::Happening around the compond due to....his nature of
wandering around places he shouldn't be at, Alex was for the most part went
unseen by other forces as he lingered about the area silently. His head
twisting and turning around
Tidal Reign: here and there to those he recognized, and even those he
didn't. Then he waited for someone to brief them on the situation at hand,
and also the proposed course of action.
FeraIPrince: the ceiling as if they were upon the floor. His other hand
holding the wine bottle the two had been sharing. Hearing the noise
above/below he turned his eyes up to view down upon those scrambling about.
"Dear word, my love. It
Unstable Memory: looking at the pretty walls and other decerations of the
place. A box held in one hand while two blades resided tied to a his waist
within sheaths as the black cloak trailed behind him. It was not till the
noise loud enough to catch
FeraIPrince: would appear we are just in time. for what I am unaware, shall
we linger?"
Unstable Memory: the attention of those sleeping that he'd jump a bit, box
dropping to the ground as his hands went up as to say "I didn't do it".
Though seeing that the guards were not intrested in him but rather went to
front to gather this caused
of stormy skies: Misty'd wore herself out with archery earlier today, that
was the culprit for her lag at waking up in time but once she had she was on
the move with Zach, packing her stuff and once they got to the Compound the
hyperactivity was
Unstable Memory: his head to tilt. Hazel eye's followed with intrest before
he kneeled down before the box. The key turning to open it as the linked
clock work armor came to be seen. Outfitting himself in it over his normal
clothing he'd follow the
Halo of Noire: She did have some great adventures with William, and walking
upon the ceiling wasn't that far-fetched for the spider as perhaps for
others, she crawled all over the place after all. Dancing along to the music
in their own heads, a
of stormy skies: starting to revv up again, waving at everyone with a bounce
in her step though she still stayed near water boy. What were they gonna do
today? She certainly hoped no one got beheaded.. she'd already witnessed one
today.
Unstable Memory: rest, though didn't fall in line. But ears were at the
ready, that was till he spotted both William and Mela there.....dancing? This
caused his head to tilt and then shake to bed before laughter lightly arose
from his lips.::
Unstable Memory: Partying till the end, a good style. -d-
Halo of Noire: smile only for him, she'd soon note they were not alone
during a twirl, and downwards glanced her violet eyes. "Hmm. How very odd. I
do suppose we should move down to their level and see just what exactly is
up." Though she was
Halo of Noire: wearing nothing short of a ballgown, black silk and lace with
a tight corset, it wasn't as if between the two of them they couldn't prep
for anything the circumstances called for. "How about a kiss before we join
them?" Bare feet
Halo of Noire: took her closer, her lips poking outwards just a bit as she
waited for that kiss.
FeraIPrince: As always, that sly creature known as William, was dressed not
for the apparent war that those to his above and their below, were readying
themselves for. William wore a pair of thin silken pants of a soft violet
coloring. The thin
scarred design: Maybe he actually was asleep, and just dreaming? Evan
rubbed his eyes for a moment as he watched the two. Ara was given a slight
tap with the back of his hand, as he nodded over. He totally wanted to walk
on the ceiling now..
death of resolve: " We need better guards, Captain. " She murmured,
obviously they had missed the three interlopers that had managed to make
their way into the compound, though, she didn't make a big issue about it -
the more the merrier, if they
FeraIPrince: material allowing those to see that not only the curve and line
of William's toned bottom half, but that he dressed deeply to the right
(Impressive Tool). Enough to make women give lingering glances and men to
turn away slightly
FeraIPrince: more ashamed then they were before he showed himself. The thin
string keeping the gossamer trousers hanging comfortably. His torso covered
by an equally thin pale blue vest. Leaning towards Melantha he would leave
her with a long
death of resolve: were about to go to war. The tap on her back brought her
attention over to Evan, and she lifted her shoulders in a shrug. " We'll
experiment with super glue, later. " There was a nod before she did a head
count. " Okay, all the
death of resolve: important people are here, I guess. " Her lazy-ass of a
fiance was going to get an ear full when she finally returned, though.
FeraIPrince: and lingering kiss before those bare feet, yes...bare feet,
pushed away from his floor/their ceiling to twist around so he landed amidst
the others, that cheshire smile wide. "Greetings and Salutations, tell me
what has you all
Tidal Reign: Sure. People walking on ceilings. Happened all the time, right?
Brow arched at the scene before he glanced over to Misty, the corner of his
mouth upturning to form a light grin. Then he turned his attention to
Araphant, since she
FeraIPrince: aflutter at such and hour?" He gestured with the wine bottle
at several of them as he spoke.
Tidal Reign: was more often than not in charge of whatever little escapades
they often found themselves on. Hopefully she'd say something important and
useful rather than pull out another turkey sandwich. Though the sandwich was
more amusing
Tidal Reign: to see.
scarred design: [GM Info] "The boy there told me to let anyone in that
didn't seem dangerous. Take it up with him!" Captain Adeas gave a rather
gruff nod, getting back to the matter at hand. "Then you should take
scarred design: your capable allies out through the back of the castle and
head for their east camp before they get that damned ballistae ready. We'll
hit the skirmashers head on as soon as you get there and kill
scarred design: their officers. I want ya to aim that gunpowder at their
group of reinforcements and launch it into their midst! Anyone it doesn't
kill will be scattered, and we'll take em out with our archers, and
scarred design: then cavalry. The skirmishers will be outnumbered." He
paused for a moment. "If it pleases you, m'Lady." [Free RP]
of stormy skies: She had spider walking potion, maybe they used that? Coal
rimmed grays followed the line of sight Ara, Evan, and Zach looked in once
the two on the ceiling made their presence known and then grinned back a
little at him.
StormDelacroix: - A small yawn given those softly glowing gold eyes peered
at the male who'd been dancing along the ceiling with the female. Her eyes
traversing his frame and settling suggestively on the hinted greatness
hidden beneath threading
Halo of Noire: Mela made sure to press against that thinly clad body of his
when he moved in to give her that kiss, sighing happily when his lips pulled
from hers. Then down they went, landing beside him in her own bare feet, her
silk gown all
scarred design: Evan was now a little more ashamed than before, so he
returned his attention to the Captain, and Ara, who had a decision to make..
StormDelacroix: and fabric. her tongue darting out to lick full lips as
she gave off a barely registering purr of appreciation. However, he was with
a female, and her eyes then turned to peer at her as well, curves and build
once more accenting
Halo of Noire: flowing about her, but soon fading into shadows leaving her
in the same black leather top, but on the bottom she wore leather trousers,
low slung on the hips, and black boots. A rather fierce looking knife at her
side, fitted with a
Halo of Noire: bloodtracer. "Good evening." And since William had asked the
question, she stayed silent.
StormDelacroix: her already tenuous control. Leaning in her eyes closed
inhaling the scent the two filled the air with as she chuckled to herself,
making her way down the stairs, the sway of her hips becoming more at ease
and enticing to others as
StormDelacroix: she made her way towards the group with an easy smile -
death of resolve: Arabelle's gaze moved to William, and she watched him for
a long moment before she actually spoke. " People are trying to burn down our
village, so we're going to blow shit up. " She didn't mince her words, did
Arabelle. " Sounds
Unstable Memory: ::Alex just stared at <Storm> as the woman...performed
weird stares and suggestive actions that spoke of exotic nature. This caused
his head to tilt a bit.:: Still dreaming? ::He'd ask simply after the plan
was spoken. His eye's
death of resolve: like a plan, Captain. Alright folks. Get your shit
together, we're goin' hunting. Let us know when you're ready, Captain. " She
then turned her attention to Evan, and gave him a rather flat stare. There
was no turkey sammich yet,
death of resolve: but after a moment, her backpack materialized at her feet,
and she picked it up. Mela, Willam and Alex were turned to after that, and
she said: " You're welcome to join us, if you like. " She had no qulams with
sharing her kills!
Halo of Noire: She grinned hearing Arabelle. "I know I liked you for some
reason." She glanced over at the others, waving towards Alex and Misty, and
offering a little wink to Evan. If anyone else was there she knew, she had
missed it. A nod given
Unstable Memory: veered over towards <death> as hazels glew a bit almost as
if reading himself when she spoke of blowing shit up. A "game face" for the
male; or the best he could give while the mask was retained to hide
features.:: Blowing shit up.
Halo of Noire: towards (storm) whom she did not know. Turning back to Ara,
she gave her a big crooked grin. "We'd love to."
of stormy skies: If there were turkey sammiches, she would be sharing with
Misty, if anything her payment for helping out! Remember earlier? Uh huh.
Misty smiled toward Mela, it had been a small bit since she'd seen her and
waved back with her free
of stormy skies: hand. Other hand was in Zach's just because.
FeraIPrince: One of those raven hued brows moved into a slight arch as he
heard Arabelle speak in such a fashion. Turning his head so that those wide
pools of azure, full with a feral light and wild intent, could view them all
at length. The men
Unstable Memory: Taking names later and testing out my battle style. Sounds
likes it's going to be one hell of a party. I can't let that slip out of my
hands, now can I? ::His eye's turned towards Mela and Willim them, his hand
being thrown up and a
Unstable Memory: wave given to them both.:: -d-
StormDelacroix: " Ara, if we catch one do I get to play?" - the soft tones
of her voice rang in the ears of those present as a most pleasurable sound.
Male or female, it was an enticement she carried without thought or malice.
Instead she peered
FeraIPrince: were appraised like a fine tool or weapon by an intellegent
buyer. The females, were offered a far different glance. His eyes drinking
them down as if they were a fine wine to be savored only in the dark of
night. Seeing the wave,
StormDelacroix: at her leader, waiting for a reply, though the look on her
face made it evident she wished for a private session of her own devices. -
FeraIPrince: William would set one hand to his chest, the other to the small
of his back and give a low bow. "Always a pleasure my friend." As he stood
to rights, his clothing would ripple and shift, gone were the soft silks and
pale colors.
FeraIPrince: Now he wore a pair of near knee high black leather riding
boots, a pair of snug black leather trouser-offering the same privledge his
silken pants had- and a long sleeved white shirt with a wide collar and a
deep v cut down that
FeraIPrince: toned chest. "We are but guests in your home, Lady Arabelle,
please, lead on."
scarred design: [GM Info] The Captain nodded. "We're ready. My men will
be in position before you even leave this building. To minimalize the
casualties, you must forsake the main battle and kill those leaders!
scarred design: Don't allow your bloodlust to lead ya into the main fray,
m'Lady. Your job is by far the more important." He waved one of the
soldiers over. "When they're ready, lead them out through the back,
scarred design: then get back to your post!" The man nodded, nervously,
waiting. [Keep RPing as you like, until everyone's ready.]
Tidal Reign: He held to Misty with one hand while the other moved up to rub
at the back of his head. Blowin' shit up, and going hunting. Well, that
sounded like a typical day around here. Shifting his backpack over a
shoulder, he adjusted the
death of resolve: " Only as long as I can watch. " She grinned lightly to
Storm, and then looked to them all. They all looked ready, now. So she turned
to the Soldier set aside to lead them on. " Lets get on with it then! " She
didn't address the
Tidal Reign: swords on his back and waited to depart.
death of resolve: Captain again. Until, she was sure everyone was ready. "
Good luck, Captain. If the Compound falls. I'll have your head. " She patted
him on the shoulders, before turning to her hearty group of adventurers. "
Lets be off. "
StormDelacroix: - Permission. Ah, to be allowed to freely work her
enticements. It was a tight leash she remained onmost of the time in order to
be of use to her Clan. However, she did so gladly even if it meant forgoing
the slaking of her own
scarred design: Evan nodded, more than ready to put his blades to sentient
evil-doers. His armor was polished, his blades sharpened. It was these
moments beforehand that were almost nervewracking. The calm before the
storm. The guard was given
StormDelacroix: proclivities. Sighing softly, her hair falling in an
ebony tangle of silk around her, Storm exhaled before beginning the trek to
follow Arabelle. Despite the fact her clothing was considered modest by most
standards, on Storm it
scarred design: a nod that he was, indeed, ready..
of stormy skies: Misty well, she was slightly confused. Who were they
hunting again? She glanced between the Captain and Arabelle, but apparently
she'd been distracted too much. Oh well, as long as heads rolled the other
way she was okay with it!
of stormy skies: Let the fun begin, and so she made sure her pack was
adjusted and shield in front of her and all that good stuff and set off when
they decided to head that way.
StormDelacroix: was almost illegal. The air around her still casting off
that spice of the exotic all wanted to taste but few dared to touch as she
moved among the others to head out of the keep -
Halo of Noire: Melantha adjusted the small pack upon her shoulders, and then
patted the pouch at her side with a few goodies in it. Pulling out a potion
in a crystal container with one hand, the other reached for the small device
she owned that
Unstable Memory: ::Seeing they were finally going out and into action, Alex
opted to stay in the back. His hands going behind his head while gloved
fingers locked with each other. Foot steps begun to follow foward and into
the fry. A long breath was
Halo of Noire: allowed her to inject potions into those around her. The
potion was popped into place, and she held the device up and made sure it was
all set. Then back to her side it went. She was ready, now to follow.
Unstable Memory: taken in, held in for a moment before it was released in
the form of a yawn. A light shake of the head and he was ready to go!.:: I
hope they have snacks....-d-
scarred design: [GM Info] The guards led them out through the back
entrance, and once they were outside the walls, the doors were closed, then
sealed. The point of no return. It was a warm night, but not overly
scarred design: so, with a breeze drifting in from the North now and again.
There had been plenty of light from the moon, but clouds were moving in.
That was probably one of the things that had been delaying the
scarred design: attack. The brigands had probably wanted to come under the
full cover of darkness. A small campfire in the distance gave away the
position of the leader's camp. These were, after all, brigands
scarred design: intending to loot and pillage, and not a professional
military. Still, though they might not be able to breach the castle walls,
there were more than enough of them to burn the village to the ground,
killing
scarred design: all of the men and children and leaving the women to a much
worse fate. As the group moves through the dim light of the evening.. [Roll
Spot Check. DC14 or higher.]
Tidal Reign: "If they have snacks, you won't even get to touch them. Ara
will have eaten them all."
OnlineHost: Halo of Noire rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
OnlineHost: death of resolve rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
OnlineHost: Tidal Reign rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
death of resolve: [ Alert +5 ]
OnlineHost: FeraIPrince rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
FeraIPrince: [Alert +5 / Psion + 5 = 28]
of stormy skies: Misty adjusted her goggles [ +5 goggles of keen sight ]
OnlineHost: of stormy skies rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
of stormy skies: [ 11 ]
FeraIPrince: Generally the feline found himself in the front of a gathering
of those joined in cause, for once, he revelled in the fact that he was
simply there to be counted. At least for now....as it were. Simple pleasures
often brought the
FeraIPrince: greatest rewards. Once they were set free into the night,
William moved away from the rest by several yards. Each step placed silent as
sin, with a poise and purpose, every muscle fiber rolling and coiling with
each gracefull step.
OnlineHost: StormDelacroix rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
FeraIPrince: Those wide eyes glowing, reflecting the faint light, twin nitid
points in the darkness around them. Keen eyes often allowing him to see
things far quicker and with more ease than others. Such was the difference
between predator and
FeraIPrince: prey.
death of resolve: Arabelle always stayed at the back, no matter if she was
leading or not. She didn't like to be caught by surprise, by anything - or
anyone, that may have been stalking in the night. Her hand had remained upon
her sword hilt for
death of resolve: the time being, ready to be drawn at a moments notice.
She could smell the men upon the very air, but right now, she couldn't quite
make any figures out in the dark. As the group moved along, she turned every
so often, to make
death of resolve: sure there was nothing sneaky coming up behind them. The
sound of the battle would ring out soon enough; sounds she was more familiar
with, than she would have liked.
scarred design: [GM Info] Mela, Evan, and William were the ones to see the
group of Scouts moving through the shadows, toward them. Each was lightly
armed and armored, carrying a single sword.. blackened by a coating of oil,
and dark leather
scarred design: to better mask their movements in the night. They had seen
the doors open, watched the group come out, and had set an ambush. Everyone
who failed, loses a turn!
scarred design: [William -/32][Scout 1 -/20][Scout 2 -/20][Evan -/39][Scout
3 -/20][Scout 4 -/20][Storm -/10][Alex -35][Zach -/31][Scout 5 -/20][Scout 6
-/20]
scarred design: [Mela -32][Ara -/29][Scout 7 -/20][Scout 8 -/20][Misty -/33]
scarred design: [William.]
FeraIPrince: "We are not quite alone, Dear Hearts." William chuckled softly
as he tilted his head to one side, eyes narrowing as he took quick stock over
those coming. Eight of them. William prowled ever further away from the
group, that
FeraIPrince: stride calm and collected. Allowing those scout to know he saw
them. The very air about william seemed to pressurize, to thicken and gain
mass as he concentrated upon the task at hand. With a final point selected he
released the
FeraIPrince: Psionic forces within. Targeting the first four Scouts. The
spell flashing to life as balls of fire, ice, rain, acid, pure chaos put to
life erupted upon the scouts. (Spell: Magnum Opus [Attack +3] - Target:
Scout 1-4 - Save: 17+)
OnlineHost: FeraIPrince rolled 2 64-sided dice: 38 23
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 4 20-sided dice: 2 15 18 10
FeraIPrince: [One would save. No Damage to him. Three would fail getting the
damae rolled +3]
FeraIPrince: [And that folks...is how an attack spell works]
Unstable Memory: ( -just go an idea for later~- )
FeraIPrince: [Hang around William long enough.....he is a font of
spells...and uses them....and teaches them....-slips back IC-]
scarred design: Three of the men screamed out, while one managed to jump
away before being struck. [Scout 1] rushed forward with a snarl of rage and
pain, swinging his sword at the man with the impressive ability, William.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 4 2
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: [Scout 2]
scarred design: While being burned alive by the psionic fire, he sought
refuge by running further into the group, and as he passed by, attempted to
stick his sword into Arabelle.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 26 5
death of resolve: [ +3 DEF - Aeon Armor ]
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: [Evan.]
death of resolve: His sword bounced right off, and a growl rumbled in her
throat. She was pretty glad that all that ice hadn't been near her, or Evan.
Or she'd be having words with the Psion!
scarred design: He hadn't seen multiple foes crushed by psionic power in
ages, and he almost felt sorry for the scouts. Almost. As #2 ran past, both
of his blades were swung around in an attempt to run them through the man.
[+3 fighter.
scarred design: +2 longsword. dualist (half dmg with offhand)]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 48-sided dice: 22 41
scarred design: [17. #2 is dead.]
scarred design: [Scout 3 and 4, consecutively.]
scarred design: Number three noticed Alex standing in the back as he'd
avoided being hit before, and with a grin, his sword was swung at his newest
target. Let his comrades handle the magic users.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 1 10
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: Four felt as though he were lucky to be alive, and he rushed
William in a fury, bringing his weapon around in a wide arc in an attempt to
silence him!
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 8 16
scarred design: [1]
FeraIPrince: [I'll take it]
scarred design: [Storm, Alex, and Zach skipped.]
scarred design: The fifth Scout rushed into the group from the rear, his
shoulder driven into Zach's lower back while he was caught offguard..
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 29 4
Tidal Reign: [ +3 def / Cloak of defense ]
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: This group seemed a little more dangerous, the more the
fight went on. Maybe he should get out of here? The sixth scout forced the
thoughts away. A worse fate was in store if he were to flee. Moving in to
one of the women,
scarred design: Misty, he backhanded her in a vicious manner!
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 27 7
of stormy skies: [ + 2 Aegis Shield / +2 Sword and Board ]
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: [Mela]
Tidal Reign: Zach was not alerted to the scouts' presence until battle had
commenced, but his defense managed to hold up against the one who tried to
catch him offguard.
Halo of Noire: Perhaps the fact she could see in the dark had helped her in
this regard, and when she noted the group lurking about in the shadows, she
turned to look at William and then back again, as her skymetal
Halo of Noire: machete was drawn slowly to be gripped in her hand. William's
incredible attack did not surprise her, they were both mages, it was what
they did. Just he did his without having to speak. Though she
Halo of Noire: did not move, and merely pointed the tip of her blade towards
the group, one at a time picking out four of them, targeting Scout 1, 3, 4,
and 6 with a vicious spell, or so she hoped. "Cruor sanguis!" If
Halo of Noire: successful they would begin to pour blood from every orifice,
including their pores. (Spell: Exsanguination. DC 17 to save. Fail, take +3
to attack)
OnlineHost: Halo of Noire rolled 2 64-sided dice: 21 34
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 20-sided dice: 14 11
scarred design: [whoops]
of stormy skies: Misty yelped as the scout tried to backhand her and raised
her shield up in her defense, the only thing he'd feel is cold hard shield
against his hand.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 20-sided dice: 16 17
Halo of Noire: (One saves #6)
scarred design: [9 dmg to 1, 3, and 4]
scarred design: [Scout 7 and 8]
scarred design: How utterly horrifying! The Seventh scout, nearly too
scared to move, rushed Mela while his friends all screamed out in agony. He
attempted to slam his shoulder into her stomach, and knock her off-balance,
maybe even knock the
scarred design: wind out of the witch!
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 39 15
scarred design: [6]
Halo of Noire: (Skill: Shadow Form - evade)
scarred design: [0]
Halo of Noire: And as he rushed her, she simply... became shadow, and the
man went right through her.
scarred design: The Final scout, seeing all of this, was truly the coward of
the group. He attempted to flee, to warn the others. If he was not stopped
in the next round, he escapes..
scarred design: [Misty Skipped.]
scarred design: [William -1/32][Scout 1 -19/20][Scout 2 -Dead/20][Evan -/39]
scarred design: [Scout 3 19/20][Scout 4 -19/20][Storm -/10][Alex -35]
scarred design: [Zach -/31][Scout 5 -/20][Scout 6 -/20]
scarred design: [Mela -32]
scarred design: [Ara -/29][Scout 7 -/20][Scout 8 -/20][Misty -/33]
scarred design: [William.]
FeraIPrince: William, keeping his feet in place, bent back at such an angle
one might have surmised he had snapped his spine into seperate halves.
Despite this impossibly flexible maneuver, the blade's tip caught the fabric
and a bit of his pale
FeraIPrince: flesh. Still leaning back he reached down to pull the crimson
stained white fabric away from his body slightly. "That will stain, how very
unpleasant." Turning his head slightly so that he saw the hindparts of Scout
8 fleeing, he
FeraIPrince: gave a wide smile. "It would appear we have moved to the
chase." Throwing his entire body into the air, shifting (Skill:
Shapechanging) into his true form. The body of the snow leopard stretching
out in hot pursuit as he closed
FeraIPrince: with and leapt upon the Scout, bringing him down in a wild ball
of fang and claw. (Skill: Bestial Fury: 1d extra)
OnlineHost: FeraIPrince rolled 3 64-sided dice: 57 59 16
scarred design: [19/20 on Scout 8]
Tidal Reign: Poor scout became cat food.
scarred design: [Scout 1 and 2]
scarred design: [Correction, just 1
]
of stormy skies: Me-ow.
scarred design: They were bleeding, having fire and ice thrown at them, and
one guy just turned into a tiger! He swung out at the man who'd killed his
comrade, slashing his blade wildly at Evan.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 13 31
FeraIPrince: That great feline snarling as blood and flesh filled his mouth,
fangs rending flesh as easily as paper. Those that bore witness now would see
that the seducer was far more than smiles and wine.
scarred design: [+3 def Aeon Armor]
scarred design: [1]
scarred design: [Evan]
scarred design: He grew rather furious as he was struck, sending the tip of
his blade through the man's chest. His offhand weapon struck out at Scout 4,
simply because he didn't like the man's face. [+3 fighter. +2 longsword.
Dualist dmg to #4]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 44-sided dice: 12 25
scarred design: [9 to 1, 1 to 4]
scarred design: [Scout 3]
scarred design: Scout three drew a throwing knife from his boot, turning to
hurl it at the giant cat that was now in the process of mauling the one who
was attempting to warn the boss.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 39 26
scarred design: [8]
scarred design: [on William]
FeraIPrince: [Test]
Halo of Noire: (Pass)
Unstable Memory: ( fail! )
Unstable Memory: ( i didn't mean to scare him off....)
Unstable Memory: ( wb )
scarred design: [Storm. Will add his Defense when he's able to post it.]
StormDelacroix: - Storm was still in the middle of the cluster, but Scout
five had long ago turned his back on her. Gasping a little as moved forward,
her arms sliding around him as she whispered softly in his ear - " You won't
let them take me
FeraIPrince: [Apparently I missed a bit....]
Halo of Noire: (wb)
scarred design: [You got hit, and it was the best roll of the night for my
NPCs so far. 8 damage, from a throwing knife.]
StormDelacroix: from you.... will you? " ( Skill: Aura of Lust) - The soft
tones and the press of herbody against the Scout's inciting him to anger to
turn on his friend at his left. -
FeraIPrince: [Would I be out of line to request a def?]
OnlineHost: StormDelacroix rolled 2 20-sided dice: 9 7
scarred design: [Not at all]
scarred design: [Well, fail, either way.]
scarred design: [Alex.]
FeraIPrince: (Skill: Side Step) The snow leopard caught the glimmer of
something in the air. With the speed known in all felines, he simply let his
prey go and went straight up in a leap. The dagger never so much as touching
a whisker on that
FeraIPrince: spotted face.
scarred design: [0 to William.]
scarred design: [If anyone needs to see the score before their turn, I'm
glad to post it.]
Unstable Memory: ( can i get that~ )
scarred design: [William -1/32][Evan -1/39][Scout 3 9/20][Storm -/10]
scarred design: [Alex -35][Zach -/31][Scout 5 -/20][Scout 6 -/20]
scarred design: [Mela -32][Ara -/29][Scout 7 -/20][Scout 8 -19/20][Misty
-/33]
Unstable Memory: ( my go now? )
scarred design: [yes]
Unstable Memory: ::Alex was busy watching William as he made a down pour of
hell and ice come down upon their foes. Alex lifted up his hands and clapped
for the man while the fighting was going on.:: Bravo! Bravo! :;He'd call out,
before his hands
Unstable Memory: came up and moved them around, at the other enemies still
alive. Index fingers pulling and wrists turning, as if fighting with
something not there and having no effect? Crazy? Perhaps a bit. When the
scout came to attack him, Alex
Unstable Memory: simply ducked under the attack and rolled back onto his
back and continued to his shoulders, feet going into the air before they went
behind him and toes touched the ground as he slowly pulled himself up. His
head turning in a small
Unstable Memory: circle before both blades were drawn out. He'd press foward
and came to greet [Scout 5] with a firm jab of the hilt of his right blade
into the mans sternum, hopefully throwing him off balance, his foot picking
itself up would
Unstable Memory: follow with a direct kick to [Scout 8] getting the both of
them in a close area as he ran foward, the left blade slashing heavily upon
one while the right stabbed foward seeking to squzze the life out of [scout
8]:: [Fighter +3
Unstable Memory: Dualist goes to scout 8, +1 damage from clock work armor]
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 2 60-sided dice: 25 57
Unstable Memory: ( main attack to 5~ )
scarred design: [15 to Scout 5. 8 dies a miserable death.]
scarred design: [Zach!]
Tidal Reign: Zach was hardly someone who tended to come between a predator
and its prey, but cats were notorious for playing with their food and
perhaps, somewhere deep down inside he even felt bad for Scout 8. Whether or
not Alex shared his
Tidal Reign: sympathy would remain unknown, but seeing as the man decided to
put the scout out of his misery he would turn his attention to Scouts 5 & 6.
Sliding the blades free from their casing he stepped forth, delivering a few
quick slashes
Tidal Reign: to 5 with his main hand, and simultaneously targetting 6 with
his offhand.
Tidal Reign: [ Fighter class bonus (+3 atk), The Shining Blade (+5 atk), The
Hoardmaster (+3 atk) / Total: +11 atk ] [ Skill: Dualist / Half damage with
second blade to nearby target ]
OnlineHost: Tidal Reign rolled 2 52-sided dice: 18 30
scarred design: [Scout Five was decapitated viciously. 3 damage to 6]
Tidal Reign: Apparently needed more practice with his offhand.
scarred design: [Scout 6]
scarred design: Seeing the man so blatantly behead his comrade, the Sixth
Scout snarled in a rage at Zach, swinging his sword viciously, attempting to
disembowel the King of Kobolds..
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 8 11
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: [Mela.]
Halo of Noire: The #7 Scout was her target now, and once he'd rushed through
her body when it became shadow, she solidified and spun around, narrowing her
violet eyes on the man. "You and your friends have made a
Halo of Noire: terrible mistake, I do believe." Slashing outwards and
horizontally, she attempted to carve deeply into the man's chest with her
machete, while collecting a vial of his blood at the same time..
Halo of Noire: (Skymetal Machete +5, Bloodtracer)
OnlineHost: Halo of Noire rolled 2 64-sided dice: 21 32
scarred design: [11 dmg]
Halo of Noire: (+5 = 11)
Tidal Reign: The King of Kobolds was too quick for the scout, and with a
quick spin followed by stepping to the side, he managed to dodge the scout
completely.
scarred design: [Ara]
death of resolve: So far Arabelle had been kept from the fight, by .. well,
she didn't understand why, but there it was. When she finally managed to
find her way into the fray, both swords were drawn and she grinned lightly.
Moving close to Scout 6,
death of resolve: she moved around him. Dreamscape was the first of the
blades he'd feel - followed closely by Downfall. Each one was given a special
place in her attack, the first when in the centre of his spine, while the
second went down into a
death of resolve: kidney. [ dualist, bloodtracer / +3 fighter bonus ]
OnlineHost: death of resolve rolled 2 48-sided dice: 27 43
scarred design: [16]
scarred design: [Scout 7]
scarred design: "We did. We really did." The Scout managed to mutter a
reply just before Mela's blade cut through him. With a growl of pain, he
attempted to backhand the woman for her brutality..
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 9 10
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: [Misty*]
of stormy skies: Now if only he could make it rain ice cream, Misty would be
in heaven! How could she think about food at a time like this?! Scout 7
caught her eye, and soon she rushed the creep with her katana out, blade
ignited and electrified
of stormy skies: swung directly at him in a wide arc. [ +3 Fighter / +5
Flamestrike / +2 Clear Gem = +10 ]
OnlineHost: of stormy skies rolled 2 56-sided dice: 51 10
scarred design: [19. Dead]
scarred design: [William -1/32][Evan -1/39][Scout 3 9/20][Storm -/10][Alex
-35]
scarred design: [Zach -/31][Scout 6 -19/20][Mela -32][Ara -/29][Misty -/33]
scarred design: [William.]
FeraIPrince: The concept of good initiative, bad judgement was wraped about
the able shoulders of Alex like a fashionable cloak. The feline pulled back
from the corpse and flashed a narrowed glance upwards. Though it passed
quickly as it was
FeraIPrince: still William within the fur. Standing upright on all fours he
sought out his next opponent. With a leap, that form was off and moving
again, coming up behind Scout 3 and bounding up upon the man's back. Forepaws
sinking deeply into
FeraIPrince: the shoulders as his fangs sought out the spine. Back legs
frantically running from shoulder blade to the back of the scout's thighs.
For those with a keen eye they may have thought they saw a glow of fire
burning beneath the flesh
FeraIPrince: of the scout. (Skill: Flamestrike: +5 Attack)
OnlineHost: FeraIPrince rolled 2 64-sided dice: 16 38
scarred design: [11. Dead scout.]
scarred design: [Evan]
scarred design: Watching the last few die, Evan strolled over toward the one
Ara was cutting into. The man was screaming in pain, and near to the point
where he was begging for mercy. She'd done well, and she was poised for the
kill. So, he
scarred design: found a certain amount of satisfaction is slashing his blade
across the man's throat before she could. Leaning past, he'd give his Aunt a
grin and a wink. Kill stealing was fun! [+3 fighter]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 48-sided dice: 16 15
scarred design: [5. Dead!]
Halo of Noire: (Storm knocked Jake off, he said he's trying to get back and
he's sorry)
scarred design: [William -1/32][Evan -1/39][Storm -/10][Alex -35][Zach
-/31][Mela -32][Ara -/29][Misty -/33]
scarred design: [Free RP + Opportunity to heal for 5 minutes. If it's too
late to continue, we can stop. There's 1 battle left, that I can assure you
will be shorter, however I understand the time.]
scarred design: [No worries]
Tidal Reign: [ I'm good to continue. ]
Unstable Memory: ::Finding that the last two foes had fallen, Alex would
spin his blades and place them back into his sheath as his right hand went
towards one of the guards. Kneeling down in front of them he'd start to whipe
the oil and other
Unstable Memory: subtance off, looking for a sign of who exactly they
were.:: -d-
scarred design: So, being one of the only ones to have taken damage due to
his foes horrible lack of skills, Evan focused himself for a moment, into
healing the single cut he'd sustained. [Self-Healing: 1]
Halo of Noire: The vial of blood was removed from her machete, and tucked
away. It had one of those self-sealing tops after all. She could use it for
healing at some point but for now she hadn't taken any wounds so she was good
to go. She furrowed
Halo of Noire: her brow and looked around for a moment, glancing towards
William and then the others.
scarred design: [Anyone NOT good to go on?]
of stormy skies: [ I'm good to go ^.^ ]
StormDelacroix: " Aw, that one was cute... but you all poked holes in him."
- She sighed and slowly moved to straighten, sighing a little as she moved to
wipe someof the blood splatter off her arms and bare skin. The vest she
wore shifted to
death of resolve: Arabelle glared at Evan. " Bastard, he was mine. " She
scowled and kicked him in the shin. " Asswipe. " She grunted softly and
collected the blood of vial from downfall, before tucking it into her
backpack. While she was there, she
Halo of Noire: (I'm good. Jake, if he gets back, should be good for another
half hour or so)
death of resolve: took out her turkey sammich. It was wrapped in a piece of
a rag, she'd torn off her curtains in the castle. She was imaginative! "
Search the bodies for any sign of who these people are, please. "
StormDelacroix: make teh curves of her form more apparent while she
proceeded to wipe the remnants of their foes from off her peach colored skin.
Before moving to Arabelle and sliding a kiss over her cheek - " Beat Evan
later.. .or let me do it....
StormDelacroix: but for now... we have more to do..."
Tidal Reign: Zach snorted at Ara's reaction to Evan's steal, then stared at
her in disbelief when she whipped out a sandwich. Seriously? Araphant was
worse than any pregnant woman. "You're such a pig." He commented before
moving over to one of
Tidal Reign: the fallen scouts.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 6 7-sided dice: 4 6 7 6 5 3
scarred design: [Ignore that.]
of stormy skies: "Hey, where's mine?!" Misty saw that sandwich and pouted,
pointing at Ara. Now she was hungry for sure. Someone make it rain sammiches
and ice cream? kthanks!
Halo of Noire: She moved to the 7th scout, and knelt down, searching the man
for anything of interest, perhaps a few gold coins in his pocket or something
much more interesting.
of stormy skies: [ brb afk a sec =/ don't wait for me just pretend I'm
moving along. I won't be long, just don't keel her kk? ]
FeraIPrince: William prowled around the scout he had last slain, and then to
the few others that people had not searched. Somewhere between the start, and
the finish, he had shifted back into the flesh of man. That confident swagger
of his when
Tidal Reign: [ Don't worry. Zach will unleash Kobold fury on anyone who
tries. ]
scarred design: Aside from their leather armor and swords, the men were
unfortunately broke, having spent their last coppers at a tavern days ago.
Hence the whole.. raiding and pillaging thing..
FeraIPrince: combined with that wide smile, caused more than on eye to turn
his way as he moved amongst them. "If the scouting party was thusly
difficult, the main effort should be expected to be nothing less."
scarred design: [GM Info] With the last of the Scouts dead, the group was
fortunate to not have been seen. They continue toward their goal, and after
a few minutes of treking through the woods, they drew close
scarred design: enough to both see, and hear the conversation from the camp.
There were five men in the camp. Three were dressed in rag-tag armor that
was only slightly better than the rag-tag armor the two guards
scarred design: wore. "Why don't we just attack now?! I can smell the
mutton cookin' amidst the screams, can feel the naked breast of a writhin'
whore in me hand." The man closed his eyes, a stupid grin pulling at his
scarred design: lips. "We wait for the scouts, Smythe! Once 'ey give the
all clear, then we attack. Not before!" The third finally chimed in then.
"Waiting will only give them time to discover us and raise an
scarred design: alarm. We should be attacking now."
scarred design: From the treeline, a fifth figure appeared. A large,
hulking brute. This was no man, it was an Ogre, and the leader of the
brigands here. Around eight feet tall, the Ogre wore scale armor with a
scarred design: massive sword on his back. "What did Bonesnapper say to
puny weak fools!?" His deep, commanding voice bellowed. "We wait for
scouts! We wait for scouts, then attack. Then enjoy the maiden's
scarred design: screams. Bonesnapper gets one that just had her first
blood! Puny fools get rest!" Obviously, someone.. or something made a noise
that got Bonesnapper's attention. Maybe he could feel their blood run
scarred design: cold as he voiced his vile intentions. He turned in the
direction of the group, scowling. "Smell others. We kill!"
scarred design: [William -1/32][Evan -1/39][Storm -/10][Guard 1 -/16][Guard
2 -/16][Alex -35][Bonesnapper -/30][Zach -/31][Tom -/24][Mela -32][Smythe
-/22][Bim -/23][Ara -/29][Misty -/33]
scarred design: [William, go when ready.]
FeraIPrince: William having no taste for the likes of those they had just
ushered off this mortal coil, had even less regard for the one's tht were now
coming towards them. There was little need to assume which of those assembled
was the
FeraIPrince: leader. Knowing that he stood a better chance to dodge whatever
insanity the Ogre had than the others he took it upon himself to seek
Bonesnapper out. Once again his body quickly dropped and altered itself. The
snow leopard racing
FeraIPrince: across open ground with greater and greater speed before
leaping into the air. The hellish roar splitting the night sky as he crashed
into the Ogre, allowing fang and claw to finish what the voice had started.
(Skill: Bestial Fury:
FeraIPrince: 1d extra)
OnlineHost: FeraIPrince rolled 3 64-sided dice: 2 1 59
scarred design: [9]
scarred design: [Evan]
of stormy skies: [ back ]
Unstable Memory: ( wb )
scarred design: Hearing the brutes, he would gain even more satisfaction
from this battle than he had at infuriating his Aunt. With both blades at
the ready, he rushed out of the woods and into the camp. His swords were
swung around, slashing
of stormy skies: [ ty ]
scarred design: the vile one, Smythe. There would be no mutton, and no
raping of villagers for him on this night. [+3 fighter. +2 longsword.
dualist (half dmg with offhand)]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 48-sided dice: 23 12
scarred design: [8]
scarred design: [Storm]
StormDelacroix: - All things considered, there was very little she could do
but incite the wrath of their opponents and so she did. Standing in the
midstof the group and humming softly, as she winked at Smythe. Blowing him a
kiss ( Skill: Aura
StormDelacroix: of Lust ) and moving to touch the arm of Bim. Hopefully
inciting Smythe to attack his own soldier -
OnlineHost: StormDelacroix rolled 2 20-sided dice: 1 14
scarred design: [That's not a combat skill, but either way, failed.]
scarred design: [Guards 1 and 2]
StormDelacroix: [ I don't have combat skills. All of mine are magic
affiliated so I have to improvise ]
FeraIPrince: [You could just attack you know]
scarred design: Guard 1 noticed as Storm attempted to flirt with one of his
men.. while they were trying to kill them. Maybe she was addle-brained.
"Heh heh.. c'mere lovely. If you want a kiss, kiss my pole!" His spear was
thrust at her, as the
death of resolve: [ She is. ]
scarred design: man laughed wickedly. [Two-Handed Weapon +2]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 32-sided dice: 24 14
scarred design: 4 dmg]
scarred design: Guard 2 laughed at his friend, though it didn't last.
Seeing a beast attack the leader, he growled, running in with his spear,
attempting to stab William in the hindquarters. [Two-handed weapon. +2]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 32-sided dice: 13 7
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: [Alex]
Unstable Memory: ( can i get the scores? )
scarred design: [William -1/32][Evan -1/39][Storm -4/10][Guard 1 -/16]
scarred design: [Guard 2 -/16][Alex -35][Bonesnapper -9/30][Zach -/31][Tom
-/24]
scarred design: [Mela -32][Smythe -8/22][Bim -/23][Ara -/29][Misty -/33]
Unstable Memory: ::Seeing the chick flirting with guard one, Alex just shook
his head as both blades were drawn out, best to get rid of them quickly
before they got back up right? He'd rush over towards Guard 1 as he stabbed
the blade at the woman,
Unstable Memory: he'd lock the blade at the polearms length pushing it
upward to expose the weaken area of the armor. The sword taht pushed it up
came back around to slash at the center of the body while the other blade
stabbed upward into the
Unstable Memory: armpit region where most armors did not protect.:: [+3
fighter, +1 clockwork armor, dualist on guard 1]
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 2 60-sided dice: 15 54
scarred design: [17/16 Dead.]
StormDelacroix: - Storm inhaled sharply as the spear slammed into her side,
a tilt of her head given as she started to bleed. Her eyes glowing bright
gold, as she pulled herself off of the spear -
scarred design: [Bonesnapper]
scarred design: Bonesnapper roared at the great cat as it attacked, a knee
sent into it's jaws to give him enough distance to draw and, in the same
motion, swing his massive sword down at the beast. "You make nice
scarred design: cloak!" [Two-Handed Weapon +2, +3 fighter bonus with
Greatswords]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 3 60-sided dice: 58 20 40
scarred design: [22]
FeraIPrince: (Skill: Side Step)
scarred design: [0]
FeraIPrince: (Evade)
scarred design: [Zach]
Unstable Memory: ::Pushing the dead body off of the blade, he'd lift up the
blade that got the kill shot in on the man and spun the blade. His eye's
looking over towards <Storm>:: Blast them or sneak up from behind. Or....keep
doing what you've been
Unstable Memory: dong. Either way...I have a party to attend to. ::Alex said
as he begun to walk off to the next foe in the fry.::
Tidal Reign: Scum. The whole lot of them. A crease formed between his brows
when he frowned, hands reaching behind him to draw the swords that had been
sheathed earlier. Letting the rush of adrenaline wash over him, he charged at
Tom and
Tidal Reign: attempted to stab him full of holes. [ Fighter class bonus (+3
atk), The Shining Blade (+5 atk), The Hoardmaster (+3 atk) / Total: +11 atk
] [ Skill: Battle Rager / +1d once per combat ]
OnlineHost: Tidal Reign rolled 3 52-sided dice: 34 25 30
StormDelacroix: - Storm snarled and cursed in latin at the male before
stepping back, she should have known better, her skills as they were, were of
no use to the others in a battle like this so she dropped back, maybe if
she just took up space
StormDelacroix: as a target they could get the job done -
scarred design: [26/24 - dead]
FeraIPrince: Once the feline had found his perch upon the Ogre's chest,
there was little the thing could do to get him loose. Try as it might, the
snow leonpard would not let go. Even clawing around to hang from the
creature's back, looking down
FeraIPrince: at Bonesnapper in a very condescending manner.
scarred design: [Mela]
Halo of Noire: Creeping forward with the group, they'd soon find the camp
and the forms were counted out, their words falling to her ears. Blade still
in hand, she readied for battle, even as the filthy ogre smelled
Halo of Noire: them and combat started. She would cast another of her
spells, this one causing the very blood within their bodies to begin to feel
as if were boiling within them, sending them into fits of
Halo of Noire: excruciating pain as negative energy was infused in their
bloodstream. Targetting Guard 1 & 2, Bonesnapper, and Smythe! (Spell:
Bloodstrike +3 attack if successful. DC17)
OnlineHost: Halo of Noire rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3 5
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 4 20-sided dice: 8 10 2 8
OnlineHost: Halo of Noire rolled 2 64-sided dice: 53 41
Halo of Noire: (stupid dice)
scarred design: [17 dmg]
scarred design: [Guard 2 falls, dead. Redirect, as 1 was already dead.]
Unstable Memory: ::Would give Mela some of the blood later on!::
Halo of Noire: (whichever one is next on sb)
scarred design: [Got it]
scarred design: Bim knew he was dead. Tom had been cut down, and the leader
was bleeding out. Their guards had been cut down. The negative energy had
made him fear what the woman would do next. He screamed in pain and fury,
one last defiant
scarred design: yell.. as he rushed Mela, his sword thrust into her lower
abdoman. or so he hoped.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 46-sided dice: 13 42
scarred design: [6]
Halo of Noire: (no defense)
scarred design: [Ara]
death of resolve: [ SB please ]
scarred design: [William -1/32][Evan -1/39][Storm -4/10]
scarred design: [Alex -35][Bonesnapper -24/30][Zach -/31]
scarred design: [Mela -6/32][Bim -17/23][Ara -/29][Misty -/33]
death of resolve: Arabelle was not going to have her skill stolen again!
While Evan wasn't looking, she snuck up behind the Ogre, and after taking a
moment - she sent both of her swords into the base of his spine, and twisted
until he either fell
death of resolve: over- or she pushed him over with her foot. Either way,
the big guy was falling over. [ Battle Rager / +3 Fighter bonus / bloodtracer
]
OnlineHost: death of resolve rolled 3 48-sided dice: 42 24 23
scarred design: Bonesnapper was obliterated!
scarred design: [Misty]
death of resolve: kill*
Evan Scar, Mel'yn Defender, of the Scar Clan (scarreddesign)
Mel'yn Champion Zachary Collins of the Scar Guild (tidalreign)
Alex - Grinja defender (unstab;ememory)
Melantha d'Syr - Grinja Champion (haloofnoire)
William alexander Von'Dire - Grinja Champion (FeraIPrince)
Storm Delacroix, Rosha Recruit of Scar (stormdelacroix)
Mel'yn Marshal Misty Storm of the Scar Guild (ofstormyskies)
All Adventurers gain 300gp!
FeraIPrince: [For those in the room that have spells sent in to me...I have
but a few left from yesterday...then I will move on to the one's I got today.
Best case, 1 day turn around. Worst, two day.]
FeraIPrince:
StormDelacroix: [ So.. for tonight no spell use for us.. correct? ]
scarred design: [Welcome to an RaS Mission, hosted by yours truly. I don't
know how long it will last. It was originally written to be much longer, but
was trimmed down for mission-appropriateness.]
scarred design: [Everyone please state your name, rank, dice, and any HP
modifications.]
death of resolve: Mel'yn Defender Arabelle Scar of the Scar Clan ( d48,
diehard )
scarred design: [Evan Scar, Mel'yn Defender. d48. Diehard, +10 hp amulet
of health. (39hp)
Tidal Reign: [ Mel'yn Champion Zachary Collins of the Scar Guild ( 2d52 ) ]
[ Skill: Diehard / +5 hp ]
Unstable Memory: Alex - Grinja defender 2d60 Diehard (35hp )
Halo of Noire: Melantha d'Syr - Grinja Champion (2d64 - 32hp)
FeraIPrince: -= William alexander Von'Dire - Grinja Champion - 2d64 - 32hp
=-
scarred design: [This had originially been intended as a Scar-based mission,
so.. for whatever reason, your characters were spending the evening there
Please roll init. 1d100, plus any modifiers.]
OnlineHost: death of resolve rolled 1 100-sided die: 3
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 1 100-sided die: 81
OnlineHost: Tidal Reign rolled 1 100-sided die: 18
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 1 100-sided die: 63
scarred design: [+5 init from Fervor. 86]
OnlineHost: FeraIPrince rolled 1 100-sided die: 84
OnlineHost: Halo of Noire rolled 1 100-sided die: 9
FeraIPrince: [Lightning Init = + 5 - total: 89]
StormDelacroix: Storm Analise Delacroix Rosha recruit - d20
OnlineHost: StormDelacroix rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
OnlineHost: StormDelacroix rolled 1 100-sided die: 78
scarred design: [William -/32][Evan -/39][Storm -/10][Alex -35][Zach
-/31][Ara -/29]
scarred design: [Look correct?]
death of resolve: [ mela is missing ]
scarred design: [whoops]
scarred design: [William -/32][Evan -/39][Storm -/10][Alex -35][Zach
-/31][Mela -32][Ara -/29]
scarred design: [Alright.. beginning now.]
scarred design: [GM Info] It's late at night when you're either awoken (or
distubed if you don't sleep much) by the commotion within the castle. A
guard lightly taps on your door before opening. To everyone, the
scarred design: message is clear: Stay quiet. No lights that weren't
already burning before. Get your weapons and armor ready. Meet downstairs
in the great hall.
scarred design: Being adventurous folk, everyone gets ready and heads
downstairs not long after. Guards are moving about, preparing for something.
Some of them bear looks of grim determination, others give off a
scarred design: feint look of fear now and again, before being nudged by one
of their brother's-in-arms, afterwhich the man seems to get ahold of himself.
Though moving about in the dark is difficult, everyone
scarred design: eventually makes it down to the great hall.
scarred design: "I want the archers to crawl along the walls and to wait for
the golden flare. Skirmishers will move to the gates, and their signal will
be the emerald flare. Infantry will act as reinforcements,
scarred design: and thier signal will be the sapphire flare. What few
cavalry we have will wait for the ruby flare." Captain Adeas was on in the
years, and round in the belly, but he had been in Command of Legions
scarred design: for the last decade and a half of his career. The men took
him seriously, and would have been foolish not to do so. When he saw them
all gathering, he turned from his men and approached, turning his
scarred design: gaze to Arabelle.
scarred design: "Brigands. A large group, almost an army. Some of the men
muttered when I doubled the night watch, but they spotted them, getting into
position to raid the village. We must act quickly, m'Lady.
scarred design: They're set up into three groups. Skirmishers, who will
enter the village first. A large group of reinforcements beyond the
treeline. An officer's camp to the east where they have a small
scarred design: ballistae. No threat to the castle, but they seem to want
to use it to set fire to the village, as the bastards are loading it with a
oil-covered barrel of gunpowder on the bolt. I have a plan to cut this
scarred design: off before it gets bloody for most of the town's folk, but
only if ya want to hear it and don't have a better one." [Free RP]
death of resolve: Arabelle didn't sleep much, so when she did sleep -- and
she was awoken, she was grumpy - even more so than usual. There was a grunt
from beside her, but Gabriel didn't move. That meant Arabelle was forced to
get up and answer the
death of resolve: door. With the issue of the request, it didn't take her
long to dress. The tattoo upon her centre chest was caressed with her thumb,
and her Aeon Armour phased in around her being. There was a momentary pause
as she latched her
death of resolve: weapons onto her belt. Two swords, the dagger in her boot,
and a pouch of sand. No one ever questioned why she carried around sand, it
was quite amusing. Either way! She headed down into the courtyard, only to
find the Militia on
death of resolve: alert. A brow arched slightly, as she tried to listen to
the Captain, while working the sleep from her eyes. " Lets wait for the rest,
and you can go over it with us all. We must, however, preseve that village. I
don't want one bit
death of resolve: of it damaged. "
StormDelacroix: - What did a half demoness half to do to get some
uninterrupted sleep around here. Exhaling softly as the door to her room had
been left open, Storm rolled onto her side, grabbing her daggers from her
side table. Sighing forlornly
StormDelacroix: at the loss of her Greek Demi God in a dream, Storm forced
herself to stand, sliding on her leather pants and the leather vest she had
chosen as the common clothes for this new home realm. A hand running
through ebony strands of
StormDelacroix: hair as she cooled her thought. Shaking her head to clear
her mind of her rather interesting lascivious thoughts, her daggers were spun
down and placed into their sheaths before she made her way out of her room.
The air around
StormDelacroix: her filled with the exotic spice of enticement that clung to
her like a second skin. Making her way downstairs so golden colored eyes
could peer at Arabelle in question -
Tidal Reign: After being disturbed by the castle guard, Zach quickly threw
on his cloak, picked up his swords and grabbed his pack. Since Misty seemed
to require more sleep these days so it took her a little longer to get up.
Zach waited for
FeraIPrince: For those that had within them a trace of ability to note the
subtle shift and flux in the forces unseen by the the normal and naked eye.
The pulse of psionic energy, like the heartbeat of the castle giving it's
first and deep note
of stormy skies: [ Mel'yn Marshal Misty Storm - 2d56 / +5 Diehard = 33 HP ]
scarred design: He hadn't really been asleep, deciding to read up on his
tome after Iona had passed out a few hours ago. At the commotion, he'd met
the guard at the door, giving a nod. It didn't take Evan long to ready
himself and make it
Tidal Reign: her, despite the urgency of the situation. 'Cause if he didn't,
she'd probably complain about it later. Once they had everything they were
moving into the great hall. Eyes swept over the room to note who was present,
a nod offered
scarred design: down the stairs amidst the bustle. He'd gotten there just
in time to get appraised of the situation, and gave a nod in agreement with
Ara, waiting, albeit impatiently..
FeraIPrince: in the history of it's existence. Along the ceiling half
danced, half strolled two figures that were fast becoming known in these
lands. William, holding Melantha in one hand against him, twirling her around
as they strolled across
scarred design: [added, Misty[
Unstable Memory: ::Happening around the compond due to....his nature of
wandering around places he shouldn't be at, Alex was for the most part went
unseen by other forces as he lingered about the area silently. His head
twisting and turning around
Tidal Reign: here and there to those he recognized, and even those he
didn't. Then he waited for someone to brief them on the situation at hand,
and also the proposed course of action.
FeraIPrince: the ceiling as if they were upon the floor. His other hand
holding the wine bottle the two had been sharing. Hearing the noise
above/below he turned his eyes up to view down upon those scrambling about.
"Dear word, my love. It
Unstable Memory: looking at the pretty walls and other decerations of the
place. A box held in one hand while two blades resided tied to a his waist
within sheaths as the black cloak trailed behind him. It was not till the
noise loud enough to catch
FeraIPrince: would appear we are just in time. for what I am unaware, shall
we linger?"
Unstable Memory: the attention of those sleeping that he'd jump a bit, box
dropping to the ground as his hands went up as to say "I didn't do it".
Though seeing that the guards were not intrested in him but rather went to
front to gather this caused
of stormy skies: Misty'd wore herself out with archery earlier today, that
was the culprit for her lag at waking up in time but once she had she was on
the move with Zach, packing her stuff and once they got to the Compound the
hyperactivity was
Unstable Memory: his head to tilt. Hazel eye's followed with intrest before
he kneeled down before the box. The key turning to open it as the linked
clock work armor came to be seen. Outfitting himself in it over his normal
clothing he'd follow the
Halo of Noire: She did have some great adventures with William, and walking
upon the ceiling wasn't that far-fetched for the spider as perhaps for
others, she crawled all over the place after all. Dancing along to the music
in their own heads, a
of stormy skies: starting to revv up again, waving at everyone with a bounce
in her step though she still stayed near water boy. What were they gonna do
today? She certainly hoped no one got beheaded.. she'd already witnessed one
today.
Unstable Memory: rest, though didn't fall in line. But ears were at the
ready, that was till he spotted both William and Mela there.....dancing? This
caused his head to tilt and then shake to bed before laughter lightly arose
from his lips.::
Unstable Memory: Partying till the end, a good style. -d-
Halo of Noire: smile only for him, she'd soon note they were not alone
during a twirl, and downwards glanced her violet eyes. "Hmm. How very odd. I
do suppose we should move down to their level and see just what exactly is
up." Though she was
Halo of Noire: wearing nothing short of a ballgown, black silk and lace with
a tight corset, it wasn't as if between the two of them they couldn't prep
for anything the circumstances called for. "How about a kiss before we join
them?" Bare feet
Halo of Noire: took her closer, her lips poking outwards just a bit as she
waited for that kiss.
FeraIPrince: As always, that sly creature known as William, was dressed not
for the apparent war that those to his above and their below, were readying
themselves for. William wore a pair of thin silken pants of a soft violet
coloring. The thin
scarred design: Maybe he actually was asleep, and just dreaming? Evan
rubbed his eyes for a moment as he watched the two. Ara was given a slight
tap with the back of his hand, as he nodded over. He totally wanted to walk
on the ceiling now..
death of resolve: " We need better guards, Captain. " She murmured,
obviously they had missed the three interlopers that had managed to make
their way into the compound, though, she didn't make a big issue about it -
the more the merrier, if they
FeraIPrince: material allowing those to see that not only the curve and line
of William's toned bottom half, but that he dressed deeply to the right
(Impressive Tool). Enough to make women give lingering glances and men to
turn away slightly
FeraIPrince: more ashamed then they were before he showed himself. The thin
string keeping the gossamer trousers hanging comfortably. His torso covered
by an equally thin pale blue vest. Leaning towards Melantha he would leave
her with a long
death of resolve: were about to go to war. The tap on her back brought her
attention over to Evan, and she lifted her shoulders in a shrug. " We'll
experiment with super glue, later. " There was a nod before she did a head
count. " Okay, all the
death of resolve: important people are here, I guess. " Her lazy-ass of a
fiance was going to get an ear full when she finally returned, though.
FeraIPrince: and lingering kiss before those bare feet, yes...bare feet,
pushed away from his floor/their ceiling to twist around so he landed amidst
the others, that cheshire smile wide. "Greetings and Salutations, tell me
what has you all
Tidal Reign: Sure. People walking on ceilings. Happened all the time, right?
Brow arched at the scene before he glanced over to Misty, the corner of his
mouth upturning to form a light grin. Then he turned his attention to
Araphant, since she
FeraIPrince: aflutter at such and hour?" He gestured with the wine bottle
at several of them as he spoke.
Tidal Reign: was more often than not in charge of whatever little escapades
they often found themselves on. Hopefully she'd say something important and
useful rather than pull out another turkey sandwich. Though the sandwich was
more amusing
Tidal Reign: to see.
scarred design: [GM Info] "The boy there told me to let anyone in that
didn't seem dangerous. Take it up with him!" Captain Adeas gave a rather
gruff nod, getting back to the matter at hand. "Then you should take
scarred design: your capable allies out through the back of the castle and
head for their east camp before they get that damned ballistae ready. We'll
hit the skirmashers head on as soon as you get there and kill
scarred design: their officers. I want ya to aim that gunpowder at their
group of reinforcements and launch it into their midst! Anyone it doesn't
kill will be scattered, and we'll take em out with our archers, and
scarred design: then cavalry. The skirmishers will be outnumbered." He
paused for a moment. "If it pleases you, m'Lady." [Free RP]
of stormy skies: She had spider walking potion, maybe they used that? Coal
rimmed grays followed the line of sight Ara, Evan, and Zach looked in once
the two on the ceiling made their presence known and then grinned back a
little at him.
StormDelacroix: - A small yawn given those softly glowing gold eyes peered
at the male who'd been dancing along the ceiling with the female. Her eyes
traversing his frame and settling suggestively on the hinted greatness
hidden beneath threading
Halo of Noire: Mela made sure to press against that thinly clad body of his
when he moved in to give her that kiss, sighing happily when his lips pulled
from hers. Then down they went, landing beside him in her own bare feet, her
silk gown all
scarred design: Evan was now a little more ashamed than before, so he
returned his attention to the Captain, and Ara, who had a decision to make..
StormDelacroix: and fabric. her tongue darting out to lick full lips as
she gave off a barely registering purr of appreciation. However, he was with
a female, and her eyes then turned to peer at her as well, curves and build
once more accenting
Halo of Noire: flowing about her, but soon fading into shadows leaving her
in the same black leather top, but on the bottom she wore leather trousers,
low slung on the hips, and black boots. A rather fierce looking knife at her
side, fitted with a
Halo of Noire: bloodtracer. "Good evening." And since William had asked the
question, she stayed silent.
StormDelacroix: her already tenuous control. Leaning in her eyes closed
inhaling the scent the two filled the air with as she chuckled to herself,
making her way down the stairs, the sway of her hips becoming more at ease
and enticing to others as
StormDelacroix: she made her way towards the group with an easy smile -
death of resolve: Arabelle's gaze moved to William, and she watched him for
a long moment before she actually spoke. " People are trying to burn down our
village, so we're going to blow shit up. " She didn't mince her words, did
Arabelle. " Sounds
Unstable Memory: ::Alex just stared at <Storm> as the woman...performed
weird stares and suggestive actions that spoke of exotic nature. This caused
his head to tilt a bit.:: Still dreaming? ::He'd ask simply after the plan
was spoken. His eye's
death of resolve: like a plan, Captain. Alright folks. Get your shit
together, we're goin' hunting. Let us know when you're ready, Captain. " She
then turned her attention to Evan, and gave him a rather flat stare. There
was no turkey sammich yet,
death of resolve: but after a moment, her backpack materialized at her feet,
and she picked it up. Mela, Willam and Alex were turned to after that, and
she said: " You're welcome to join us, if you like. " She had no qulams with
sharing her kills!
Halo of Noire: She grinned hearing Arabelle. "I know I liked you for some
reason." She glanced over at the others, waving towards Alex and Misty, and
offering a little wink to Evan. If anyone else was there she knew, she had
missed it. A nod given
Unstable Memory: veered over towards <death> as hazels glew a bit almost as
if reading himself when she spoke of blowing shit up. A "game face" for the
male; or the best he could give while the mask was retained to hide
features.:: Blowing shit up.
Halo of Noire: towards (storm) whom she did not know. Turning back to Ara,
she gave her a big crooked grin. "We'd love to."
of stormy skies: If there were turkey sammiches, she would be sharing with
Misty, if anything her payment for helping out! Remember earlier? Uh huh.
Misty smiled toward Mela, it had been a small bit since she'd seen her and
waved back with her free
of stormy skies: hand. Other hand was in Zach's just because.
FeraIPrince: One of those raven hued brows moved into a slight arch as he
heard Arabelle speak in such a fashion. Turning his head so that those wide
pools of azure, full with a feral light and wild intent, could view them all
at length. The men
Unstable Memory: Taking names later and testing out my battle style. Sounds
likes it's going to be one hell of a party. I can't let that slip out of my
hands, now can I? ::His eye's turned towards Mela and Willim them, his hand
being thrown up and a
Unstable Memory: wave given to them both.:: -d-
StormDelacroix: " Ara, if we catch one do I get to play?" - the soft tones
of her voice rang in the ears of those present as a most pleasurable sound.
Male or female, it was an enticement she carried without thought or malice.
Instead she peered
FeraIPrince: were appraised like a fine tool or weapon by an intellegent
buyer. The females, were offered a far different glance. His eyes drinking
them down as if they were a fine wine to be savored only in the dark of
night. Seeing the wave,
StormDelacroix: at her leader, waiting for a reply, though the look on her
face made it evident she wished for a private session of her own devices. -
FeraIPrince: William would set one hand to his chest, the other to the small
of his back and give a low bow. "Always a pleasure my friend." As he stood
to rights, his clothing would ripple and shift, gone were the soft silks and
pale colors.
FeraIPrince: Now he wore a pair of near knee high black leather riding
boots, a pair of snug black leather trouser-offering the same privledge his
silken pants had- and a long sleeved white shirt with a wide collar and a
deep v cut down that
FeraIPrince: toned chest. "We are but guests in your home, Lady Arabelle,
please, lead on."
scarred design: [GM Info] The Captain nodded. "We're ready. My men will
be in position before you even leave this building. To minimalize the
casualties, you must forsake the main battle and kill those leaders!
scarred design: Don't allow your bloodlust to lead ya into the main fray,
m'Lady. Your job is by far the more important." He waved one of the
soldiers over. "When they're ready, lead them out through the back,
scarred design: then get back to your post!" The man nodded, nervously,
waiting. [Keep RPing as you like, until everyone's ready.]
Tidal Reign: He held to Misty with one hand while the other moved up to rub
at the back of his head. Blowin' shit up, and going hunting. Well, that
sounded like a typical day around here. Shifting his backpack over a
shoulder, he adjusted the
death of resolve: " Only as long as I can watch. " She grinned lightly to
Storm, and then looked to them all. They all looked ready, now. So she turned
to the Soldier set aside to lead them on. " Lets get on with it then! " She
didn't address the
Tidal Reign: swords on his back and waited to depart.
death of resolve: Captain again. Until, she was sure everyone was ready. "
Good luck, Captain. If the Compound falls. I'll have your head. " She patted
him on the shoulders, before turning to her hearty group of adventurers. "
Lets be off. "
StormDelacroix: - Permission. Ah, to be allowed to freely work her
enticements. It was a tight leash she remained onmost of the time in order to
be of use to her Clan. However, she did so gladly even if it meant forgoing
the slaking of her own
scarred design: Evan nodded, more than ready to put his blades to sentient
evil-doers. His armor was polished, his blades sharpened. It was these
moments beforehand that were almost nervewracking. The calm before the
storm. The guard was given
StormDelacroix: proclivities. Sighing softly, her hair falling in an
ebony tangle of silk around her, Storm exhaled before beginning the trek to
follow Arabelle. Despite the fact her clothing was considered modest by most
standards, on Storm it
scarred design: a nod that he was, indeed, ready..
of stormy skies: Misty well, she was slightly confused. Who were they
hunting again? She glanced between the Captain and Arabelle, but apparently
she'd been distracted too much. Oh well, as long as heads rolled the other
way she was okay with it!
of stormy skies: Let the fun begin, and so she made sure her pack was
adjusted and shield in front of her and all that good stuff and set off when
they decided to head that way.
StormDelacroix: was almost illegal. The air around her still casting off
that spice of the exotic all wanted to taste but few dared to touch as she
moved among the others to head out of the keep -
Halo of Noire: Melantha adjusted the small pack upon her shoulders, and then
patted the pouch at her side with a few goodies in it. Pulling out a potion
in a crystal container with one hand, the other reached for the small device
she owned that
Unstable Memory: ::Seeing they were finally going out and into action, Alex
opted to stay in the back. His hands going behind his head while gloved
fingers locked with each other. Foot steps begun to follow foward and into
the fry. A long breath was
Halo of Noire: allowed her to inject potions into those around her. The
potion was popped into place, and she held the device up and made sure it was
all set. Then back to her side it went. She was ready, now to follow.
Unstable Memory: taken in, held in for a moment before it was released in
the form of a yawn. A light shake of the head and he was ready to go!.:: I
hope they have snacks....-d-
scarred design: [GM Info] The guards led them out through the back
entrance, and once they were outside the walls, the doors were closed, then
sealed. The point of no return. It was a warm night, but not overly
scarred design: so, with a breeze drifting in from the North now and again.
There had been plenty of light from the moon, but clouds were moving in.
That was probably one of the things that had been delaying the
scarred design: attack. The brigands had probably wanted to come under the
full cover of darkness. A small campfire in the distance gave away the
position of the leader's camp. These were, after all, brigands
scarred design: intending to loot and pillage, and not a professional
military. Still, though they might not be able to breach the castle walls,
there were more than enough of them to burn the village to the ground,
killing
scarred design: all of the men and children and leaving the women to a much
worse fate. As the group moves through the dim light of the evening.. [Roll
Spot Check. DC14 or higher.]
Tidal Reign: "If they have snacks, you won't even get to touch them. Ara
will have eaten them all."
OnlineHost: Halo of Noire rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
OnlineHost: death of resolve rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
OnlineHost: Tidal Reign rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
death of resolve: [ Alert +5 ]
OnlineHost: FeraIPrince rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
FeraIPrince: [Alert +5 / Psion + 5 = 28]
of stormy skies: Misty adjusted her goggles [ +5 goggles of keen sight ]
OnlineHost: of stormy skies rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
of stormy skies: [ 11 ]
FeraIPrince: Generally the feline found himself in the front of a gathering
of those joined in cause, for once, he revelled in the fact that he was
simply there to be counted. At least for now....as it were. Simple pleasures
often brought the
FeraIPrince: greatest rewards. Once they were set free into the night,
William moved away from the rest by several yards. Each step placed silent as
sin, with a poise and purpose, every muscle fiber rolling and coiling with
each gracefull step.
OnlineHost: StormDelacroix rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
FeraIPrince: Those wide eyes glowing, reflecting the faint light, twin nitid
points in the darkness around them. Keen eyes often allowing him to see
things far quicker and with more ease than others. Such was the difference
between predator and
FeraIPrince: prey.
death of resolve: Arabelle always stayed at the back, no matter if she was
leading or not. She didn't like to be caught by surprise, by anything - or
anyone, that may have been stalking in the night. Her hand had remained upon
her sword hilt for
death of resolve: the time being, ready to be drawn at a moments notice.
She could smell the men upon the very air, but right now, she couldn't quite
make any figures out in the dark. As the group moved along, she turned every
so often, to make
death of resolve: sure there was nothing sneaky coming up behind them. The
sound of the battle would ring out soon enough; sounds she was more familiar
with, than she would have liked.
scarred design: [GM Info] Mela, Evan, and William were the ones to see the
group of Scouts moving through the shadows, toward them. Each was lightly
armed and armored, carrying a single sword.. blackened by a coating of oil,
and dark leather
scarred design: to better mask their movements in the night. They had seen
the doors open, watched the group come out, and had set an ambush. Everyone
who failed, loses a turn!
scarred design: [William -/32][Scout 1 -/20][Scout 2 -/20][Evan -/39][Scout
3 -/20][Scout 4 -/20][Storm -/10][Alex -35][Zach -/31][Scout 5 -/20][Scout 6
-/20]
scarred design: [Mela -32][Ara -/29][Scout 7 -/20][Scout 8 -/20][Misty -/33]
scarred design: [William.]
FeraIPrince: "We are not quite alone, Dear Hearts." William chuckled softly
as he tilted his head to one side, eyes narrowing as he took quick stock over
those coming. Eight of them. William prowled ever further away from the
group, that
FeraIPrince: stride calm and collected. Allowing those scout to know he saw
them. The very air about william seemed to pressurize, to thicken and gain
mass as he concentrated upon the task at hand. With a final point selected he
released the
FeraIPrince: Psionic forces within. Targeting the first four Scouts. The
spell flashing to life as balls of fire, ice, rain, acid, pure chaos put to
life erupted upon the scouts. (Spell: Magnum Opus [Attack +3] - Target:
Scout 1-4 - Save: 17+)
OnlineHost: FeraIPrince rolled 2 64-sided dice: 38 23
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 4 20-sided dice: 2 15 18 10
FeraIPrince: [One would save. No Damage to him. Three would fail getting the
damae rolled +3]
FeraIPrince: [And that folks...is how an attack spell works]
Unstable Memory: ( -just go an idea for later~- )
FeraIPrince: [Hang around William long enough.....he is a font of
spells...and uses them....and teaches them....-slips back IC-]
scarred design: Three of the men screamed out, while one managed to jump
away before being struck. [Scout 1] rushed forward with a snarl of rage and
pain, swinging his sword at the man with the impressive ability, William.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 4 2
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: [Scout 2]
scarred design: While being burned alive by the psionic fire, he sought
refuge by running further into the group, and as he passed by, attempted to
stick his sword into Arabelle.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 26 5
death of resolve: [ +3 DEF - Aeon Armor ]
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: [Evan.]
death of resolve: His sword bounced right off, and a growl rumbled in her
throat. She was pretty glad that all that ice hadn't been near her, or Evan.
Or she'd be having words with the Psion!
scarred design: He hadn't seen multiple foes crushed by psionic power in
ages, and he almost felt sorry for the scouts. Almost. As #2 ran past, both
of his blades were swung around in an attempt to run them through the man.
[+3 fighter.
scarred design: +2 longsword. dualist (half dmg with offhand)]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 48-sided dice: 22 41
scarred design: [17. #2 is dead.]
scarred design: [Scout 3 and 4, consecutively.]
scarred design: Number three noticed Alex standing in the back as he'd
avoided being hit before, and with a grin, his sword was swung at his newest
target. Let his comrades handle the magic users.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 1 10
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: Four felt as though he were lucky to be alive, and he rushed
William in a fury, bringing his weapon around in a wide arc in an attempt to
silence him!
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 8 16
scarred design: [1]
FeraIPrince: [I'll take it]
scarred design: [Storm, Alex, and Zach skipped.]
scarred design: The fifth Scout rushed into the group from the rear, his
shoulder driven into Zach's lower back while he was caught offguard..
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 29 4
Tidal Reign: [ +3 def / Cloak of defense ]
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: This group seemed a little more dangerous, the more the
fight went on. Maybe he should get out of here? The sixth scout forced the
thoughts away. A worse fate was in store if he were to flee. Moving in to
one of the women,
scarred design: Misty, he backhanded her in a vicious manner!
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 27 7
of stormy skies: [ + 2 Aegis Shield / +2 Sword and Board ]
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: [Mela]
Tidal Reign: Zach was not alerted to the scouts' presence until battle had
commenced, but his defense managed to hold up against the one who tried to
catch him offguard.
Halo of Noire: Perhaps the fact she could see in the dark had helped her in
this regard, and when she noted the group lurking about in the shadows, she
turned to look at William and then back again, as her skymetal
Halo of Noire: machete was drawn slowly to be gripped in her hand. William's
incredible attack did not surprise her, they were both mages, it was what
they did. Just he did his without having to speak. Though she
Halo of Noire: did not move, and merely pointed the tip of her blade towards
the group, one at a time picking out four of them, targeting Scout 1, 3, 4,
and 6 with a vicious spell, or so she hoped. "Cruor sanguis!" If
Halo of Noire: successful they would begin to pour blood from every orifice,
including their pores. (Spell: Exsanguination. DC 17 to save. Fail, take +3
to attack)
OnlineHost: Halo of Noire rolled 2 64-sided dice: 21 34
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 20-sided dice: 14 11
scarred design: [whoops]
of stormy skies: Misty yelped as the scout tried to backhand her and raised
her shield up in her defense, the only thing he'd feel is cold hard shield
against his hand.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 20-sided dice: 16 17
Halo of Noire: (One saves #6)
scarred design: [9 dmg to 1, 3, and 4]
scarred design: [Scout 7 and 8]
scarred design: How utterly horrifying! The Seventh scout, nearly too
scared to move, rushed Mela while his friends all screamed out in agony. He
attempted to slam his shoulder into her stomach, and knock her off-balance,
maybe even knock the
scarred design: wind out of the witch!
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 39 15
scarred design: [6]
Halo of Noire: (Skill: Shadow Form - evade)
scarred design: [0]
Halo of Noire: And as he rushed her, she simply... became shadow, and the
man went right through her.
scarred design: The Final scout, seeing all of this, was truly the coward of
the group. He attempted to flee, to warn the others. If he was not stopped
in the next round, he escapes..
scarred design: [Misty Skipped.]
scarred design: [William -1/32][Scout 1 -19/20][Scout 2 -Dead/20][Evan -/39]
scarred design: [Scout 3 19/20][Scout 4 -19/20][Storm -/10][Alex -35]
scarred design: [Zach -/31][Scout 5 -/20][Scout 6 -/20]
scarred design: [Mela -32]
scarred design: [Ara -/29][Scout 7 -/20][Scout 8 -/20][Misty -/33]
scarred design: [William.]
FeraIPrince: William, keeping his feet in place, bent back at such an angle
one might have surmised he had snapped his spine into seperate halves.
Despite this impossibly flexible maneuver, the blade's tip caught the fabric
and a bit of his pale
FeraIPrince: flesh. Still leaning back he reached down to pull the crimson
stained white fabric away from his body slightly. "That will stain, how very
unpleasant." Turning his head slightly so that he saw the hindparts of Scout
8 fleeing, he
FeraIPrince: gave a wide smile. "It would appear we have moved to the
chase." Throwing his entire body into the air, shifting (Skill:
Shapechanging) into his true form. The body of the snow leopard stretching
out in hot pursuit as he closed
FeraIPrince: with and leapt upon the Scout, bringing him down in a wild ball
of fang and claw. (Skill: Bestial Fury: 1d extra)
OnlineHost: FeraIPrince rolled 3 64-sided dice: 57 59 16
scarred design: [19/20 on Scout 8]
Tidal Reign: Poor scout became cat food.
scarred design: [Scout 1 and 2]
scarred design: [Correction, just 1
]of stormy skies: Me-ow.
scarred design: They were bleeding, having fire and ice thrown at them, and
one guy just turned into a tiger! He swung out at the man who'd killed his
comrade, slashing his blade wildly at Evan.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 13 31
FeraIPrince: That great feline snarling as blood and flesh filled his mouth,
fangs rending flesh as easily as paper. Those that bore witness now would see
that the seducer was far more than smiles and wine.
scarred design: [+3 def Aeon Armor]
scarred design: [1]
scarred design: [Evan]
scarred design: He grew rather furious as he was struck, sending the tip of
his blade through the man's chest. His offhand weapon struck out at Scout 4,
simply because he didn't like the man's face. [+3 fighter. +2 longsword.
Dualist dmg to #4]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 44-sided dice: 12 25
scarred design: [9 to 1, 1 to 4]
scarred design: [Scout 3]
scarred design: Scout three drew a throwing knife from his boot, turning to
hurl it at the giant cat that was now in the process of mauling the one who
was attempting to warn the boss.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 39 26
scarred design: [8]
scarred design: [on William]
FeraIPrince: [Test]
Halo of Noire: (Pass)
Unstable Memory: ( fail! )
Unstable Memory: ( i didn't mean to scare him off....)
Unstable Memory: ( wb )
scarred design: [Storm. Will add his Defense when he's able to post it.]
StormDelacroix: - Storm was still in the middle of the cluster, but Scout
five had long ago turned his back on her. Gasping a little as moved forward,
her arms sliding around him as she whispered softly in his ear - " You won't
let them take me
FeraIPrince: [Apparently I missed a bit....]
Halo of Noire: (wb)
scarred design: [You got hit, and it was the best roll of the night for my
NPCs so far. 8 damage, from a throwing knife.]
StormDelacroix: from you.... will you? " ( Skill: Aura of Lust) - The soft
tones and the press of herbody against the Scout's inciting him to anger to
turn on his friend at his left. -
FeraIPrince: [Would I be out of line to request a def?]
OnlineHost: StormDelacroix rolled 2 20-sided dice: 9 7
scarred design: [Not at all]
scarred design: [Well, fail, either way.]
scarred design: [Alex.]
FeraIPrince: (Skill: Side Step) The snow leopard caught the glimmer of
something in the air. With the speed known in all felines, he simply let his
prey go and went straight up in a leap. The dagger never so much as touching
a whisker on that
FeraIPrince: spotted face.
scarred design: [0 to William.]
scarred design: [If anyone needs to see the score before their turn, I'm
glad to post it.]
Unstable Memory: ( can i get that~ )
scarred design: [William -1/32][Evan -1/39][Scout 3 9/20][Storm -/10]
scarred design: [Alex -35][Zach -/31][Scout 5 -/20][Scout 6 -/20]
scarred design: [Mela -32][Ara -/29][Scout 7 -/20][Scout 8 -19/20][Misty
-/33]
Unstable Memory: ( my go now? )
scarred design: [yes]
Unstable Memory: ::Alex was busy watching William as he made a down pour of
hell and ice come down upon their foes. Alex lifted up his hands and clapped
for the man while the fighting was going on.:: Bravo! Bravo! :;He'd call out,
before his hands
Unstable Memory: came up and moved them around, at the other enemies still
alive. Index fingers pulling and wrists turning, as if fighting with
something not there and having no effect? Crazy? Perhaps a bit. When the
scout came to attack him, Alex
Unstable Memory: simply ducked under the attack and rolled back onto his
back and continued to his shoulders, feet going into the air before they went
behind him and toes touched the ground as he slowly pulled himself up. His
head turning in a small
Unstable Memory: circle before both blades were drawn out. He'd press foward
and came to greet [Scout 5] with a firm jab of the hilt of his right blade
into the mans sternum, hopefully throwing him off balance, his foot picking
itself up would
Unstable Memory: follow with a direct kick to [Scout 8] getting the both of
them in a close area as he ran foward, the left blade slashing heavily upon
one while the right stabbed foward seeking to squzze the life out of [scout
8]:: [Fighter +3
Unstable Memory: Dualist goes to scout 8, +1 damage from clock work armor]
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 2 60-sided dice: 25 57
Unstable Memory: ( main attack to 5~ )
scarred design: [15 to Scout 5. 8 dies a miserable death.]
scarred design: [Zach!]
Tidal Reign: Zach was hardly someone who tended to come between a predator
and its prey, but cats were notorious for playing with their food and
perhaps, somewhere deep down inside he even felt bad for Scout 8. Whether or
not Alex shared his
Tidal Reign: sympathy would remain unknown, but seeing as the man decided to
put the scout out of his misery he would turn his attention to Scouts 5 & 6.
Sliding the blades free from their casing he stepped forth, delivering a few
quick slashes
Tidal Reign: to 5 with his main hand, and simultaneously targetting 6 with
his offhand.
Tidal Reign: [ Fighter class bonus (+3 atk), The Shining Blade (+5 atk), The
Hoardmaster (+3 atk) / Total: +11 atk ] [ Skill: Dualist / Half damage with
second blade to nearby target ]
OnlineHost: Tidal Reign rolled 2 52-sided dice: 18 30
scarred design: [Scout Five was decapitated viciously. 3 damage to 6]
Tidal Reign: Apparently needed more practice with his offhand.
scarred design: [Scout 6]
scarred design: Seeing the man so blatantly behead his comrade, the Sixth
Scout snarled in a rage at Zach, swinging his sword viciously, attempting to
disembowel the King of Kobolds..
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 8 11
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: [Mela.]
Halo of Noire: The #7 Scout was her target now, and once he'd rushed through
her body when it became shadow, she solidified and spun around, narrowing her
violet eyes on the man. "You and your friends have made a
Halo of Noire: terrible mistake, I do believe." Slashing outwards and
horizontally, she attempted to carve deeply into the man's chest with her
machete, while collecting a vial of his blood at the same time..
Halo of Noire: (Skymetal Machete +5, Bloodtracer)
OnlineHost: Halo of Noire rolled 2 64-sided dice: 21 32
scarred design: [11 dmg]
Halo of Noire: (+5 = 11)
Tidal Reign: The King of Kobolds was too quick for the scout, and with a
quick spin followed by stepping to the side, he managed to dodge the scout
completely.
scarred design: [Ara]
death of resolve: So far Arabelle had been kept from the fight, by .. well,
she didn't understand why, but there it was. When she finally managed to
find her way into the fray, both swords were drawn and she grinned lightly.
Moving close to Scout 6,
death of resolve: she moved around him. Dreamscape was the first of the
blades he'd feel - followed closely by Downfall. Each one was given a special
place in her attack, the first when in the centre of his spine, while the
second went down into a
death of resolve: kidney. [ dualist, bloodtracer / +3 fighter bonus ]
OnlineHost: death of resolve rolled 2 48-sided dice: 27 43
scarred design: [16]
scarred design: [Scout 7]
scarred design: "We did. We really did." The Scout managed to mutter a
reply just before Mela's blade cut through him. With a growl of pain, he
attempted to backhand the woman for her brutality..
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 40-sided dice: 9 10
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: [Misty*]
of stormy skies: Now if only he could make it rain ice cream, Misty would be
in heaven! How could she think about food at a time like this?! Scout 7
caught her eye, and soon she rushed the creep with her katana out, blade
ignited and electrified
of stormy skies: swung directly at him in a wide arc. [ +3 Fighter / +5
Flamestrike / +2 Clear Gem = +10 ]
OnlineHost: of stormy skies rolled 2 56-sided dice: 51 10
scarred design: [19. Dead]
scarred design: [William -1/32][Evan -1/39][Scout 3 9/20][Storm -/10][Alex
-35]
scarred design: [Zach -/31][Scout 6 -19/20][Mela -32][Ara -/29][Misty -/33]
scarred design: [William.]
FeraIPrince: The concept of good initiative, bad judgement was wraped about
the able shoulders of Alex like a fashionable cloak. The feline pulled back
from the corpse and flashed a narrowed glance upwards. Though it passed
quickly as it was
FeraIPrince: still William within the fur. Standing upright on all fours he
sought out his next opponent. With a leap, that form was off and moving
again, coming up behind Scout 3 and bounding up upon the man's back. Forepaws
sinking deeply into
FeraIPrince: the shoulders as his fangs sought out the spine. Back legs
frantically running from shoulder blade to the back of the scout's thighs.
For those with a keen eye they may have thought they saw a glow of fire
burning beneath the flesh
FeraIPrince: of the scout. (Skill: Flamestrike: +5 Attack)
OnlineHost: FeraIPrince rolled 2 64-sided dice: 16 38
scarred design: [11. Dead scout.]
scarred design: [Evan]
scarred design: Watching the last few die, Evan strolled over toward the one
Ara was cutting into. The man was screaming in pain, and near to the point
where he was begging for mercy. She'd done well, and she was poised for the
kill. So, he
scarred design: found a certain amount of satisfaction is slashing his blade
across the man's throat before she could. Leaning past, he'd give his Aunt a
grin and a wink. Kill stealing was fun! [+3 fighter]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 48-sided dice: 16 15
scarred design: [5. Dead!]
Halo of Noire: (Storm knocked Jake off, he said he's trying to get back and
he's sorry)
scarred design: [William -1/32][Evan -1/39][Storm -/10][Alex -35][Zach
-/31][Mela -32][Ara -/29][Misty -/33]
scarred design: [Free RP + Opportunity to heal for 5 minutes. If it's too
late to continue, we can stop. There's 1 battle left, that I can assure you
will be shorter, however I understand the time.]
scarred design: [No worries]
Tidal Reign: [ I'm good to continue. ]
Unstable Memory: ::Finding that the last two foes had fallen, Alex would
spin his blades and place them back into his sheath as his right hand went
towards one of the guards. Kneeling down in front of them he'd start to whipe
the oil and other
Unstable Memory: subtance off, looking for a sign of who exactly they
were.:: -d-
scarred design: So, being one of the only ones to have taken damage due to
his foes horrible lack of skills, Evan focused himself for a moment, into
healing the single cut he'd sustained. [Self-Healing: 1]
Halo of Noire: The vial of blood was removed from her machete, and tucked
away. It had one of those self-sealing tops after all. She could use it for
healing at some point but for now she hadn't taken any wounds so she was good
to go. She furrowed
Halo of Noire: her brow and looked around for a moment, glancing towards
William and then the others.
scarred design: [Anyone NOT good to go on?]
of stormy skies: [ I'm good to go ^.^ ]
StormDelacroix: " Aw, that one was cute... but you all poked holes in him."
- She sighed and slowly moved to straighten, sighing a little as she moved to
wipe someof the blood splatter off her arms and bare skin. The vest she
wore shifted to
death of resolve: Arabelle glared at Evan. " Bastard, he was mine. " She
scowled and kicked him in the shin. " Asswipe. " She grunted softly and
collected the blood of vial from downfall, before tucking it into her
backpack. While she was there, she
Halo of Noire: (I'm good. Jake, if he gets back, should be good for another
half hour or so)
death of resolve: took out her turkey sammich. It was wrapped in a piece of
a rag, she'd torn off her curtains in the castle. She was imaginative! "
Search the bodies for any sign of who these people are, please. "
StormDelacroix: make teh curves of her form more apparent while she
proceeded to wipe the remnants of their foes from off her peach colored skin.
Before moving to Arabelle and sliding a kiss over her cheek - " Beat Evan
later.. .or let me do it....
StormDelacroix: but for now... we have more to do..."
Tidal Reign: Zach snorted at Ara's reaction to Evan's steal, then stared at
her in disbelief when she whipped out a sandwich. Seriously? Araphant was
worse than any pregnant woman. "You're such a pig." He commented before
moving over to one of
Tidal Reign: the fallen scouts.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 6 7-sided dice: 4 6 7 6 5 3
scarred design: [Ignore that.
]of stormy skies: "Hey, where's mine?!" Misty saw that sandwich and pouted,
pointing at Ara. Now she was hungry for sure. Someone make it rain sammiches
and ice cream? kthanks!
Halo of Noire: She moved to the 7th scout, and knelt down, searching the man
for anything of interest, perhaps a few gold coins in his pocket or something
much more interesting.
of stormy skies: [ brb afk a sec =/ don't wait for me just pretend I'm
moving along. I won't be long, just don't keel her kk? ]
FeraIPrince: William prowled around the scout he had last slain, and then to
the few others that people had not searched. Somewhere between the start, and
the finish, he had shifted back into the flesh of man. That confident swagger
of his when
Tidal Reign: [ Don't worry. Zach will unleash Kobold fury on anyone who
tries. ]
scarred design: Aside from their leather armor and swords, the men were
unfortunately broke, having spent their last coppers at a tavern days ago.
Hence the whole.. raiding and pillaging thing..
FeraIPrince: combined with that wide smile, caused more than on eye to turn
his way as he moved amongst them. "If the scouting party was thusly
difficult, the main effort should be expected to be nothing less."
scarred design: [GM Info] With the last of the Scouts dead, the group was
fortunate to not have been seen. They continue toward their goal, and after
a few minutes of treking through the woods, they drew close
scarred design: enough to both see, and hear the conversation from the camp.
There were five men in the camp. Three were dressed in rag-tag armor that
was only slightly better than the rag-tag armor the two guards
scarred design: wore. "Why don't we just attack now?! I can smell the
mutton cookin' amidst the screams, can feel the naked breast of a writhin'
whore in me hand." The man closed his eyes, a stupid grin pulling at his
scarred design: lips. "We wait for the scouts, Smythe! Once 'ey give the
all clear, then we attack. Not before!" The third finally chimed in then.
"Waiting will only give them time to discover us and raise an
scarred design: alarm. We should be attacking now."
scarred design: From the treeline, a fifth figure appeared. A large,
hulking brute. This was no man, it was an Ogre, and the leader of the
brigands here. Around eight feet tall, the Ogre wore scale armor with a
scarred design: massive sword on his back. "What did Bonesnapper say to
puny weak fools!?" His deep, commanding voice bellowed. "We wait for
scouts! We wait for scouts, then attack. Then enjoy the maiden's
scarred design: screams. Bonesnapper gets one that just had her first
blood! Puny fools get rest!" Obviously, someone.. or something made a noise
that got Bonesnapper's attention. Maybe he could feel their blood run
scarred design: cold as he voiced his vile intentions. He turned in the
direction of the group, scowling. "Smell others. We kill!"
scarred design: [William -1/32][Evan -1/39][Storm -/10][Guard 1 -/16][Guard
2 -/16][Alex -35][Bonesnapper -/30][Zach -/31][Tom -/24][Mela -32][Smythe
-/22][Bim -/23][Ara -/29][Misty -/33]
scarred design: [William, go when ready.]
FeraIPrince: William having no taste for the likes of those they had just
ushered off this mortal coil, had even less regard for the one's tht were now
coming towards them. There was little need to assume which of those assembled
was the
FeraIPrince: leader. Knowing that he stood a better chance to dodge whatever
insanity the Ogre had than the others he took it upon himself to seek
Bonesnapper out. Once again his body quickly dropped and altered itself. The
snow leopard racing
FeraIPrince: across open ground with greater and greater speed before
leaping into the air. The hellish roar splitting the night sky as he crashed
into the Ogre, allowing fang and claw to finish what the voice had started.
(Skill: Bestial Fury:
FeraIPrince: 1d extra)
OnlineHost: FeraIPrince rolled 3 64-sided dice: 2 1 59
scarred design: [9]
scarred design: [Evan]
of stormy skies: [ back ]
Unstable Memory: ( wb )
scarred design: Hearing the brutes, he would gain even more satisfaction
from this battle than he had at infuriating his Aunt. With both blades at
the ready, he rushed out of the woods and into the camp. His swords were
swung around, slashing
of stormy skies: [ ty ]
scarred design: the vile one, Smythe. There would be no mutton, and no
raping of villagers for him on this night. [+3 fighter. +2 longsword.
dualist (half dmg with offhand)]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 48-sided dice: 23 12
scarred design: [8]
scarred design: [Storm]
StormDelacroix: - All things considered, there was very little she could do
but incite the wrath of their opponents and so she did. Standing in the
midstof the group and humming softly, as she winked at Smythe. Blowing him a
kiss ( Skill: Aura
StormDelacroix: of Lust ) and moving to touch the arm of Bim. Hopefully
inciting Smythe to attack his own soldier -
OnlineHost: StormDelacroix rolled 2 20-sided dice: 1 14
scarred design: [That's not a combat skill, but either way, failed.]
scarred design: [Guards 1 and 2]
StormDelacroix: [ I don't have combat skills. All of mine are magic
affiliated so I have to improvise ]
FeraIPrince: [You could just attack you know]
scarred design: Guard 1 noticed as Storm attempted to flirt with one of his
men.. while they were trying to kill them. Maybe she was addle-brained.
"Heh heh.. c'mere lovely. If you want a kiss, kiss my pole!" His spear was
thrust at her, as the
death of resolve: [ She is. ]
scarred design: man laughed wickedly. [Two-Handed Weapon +2]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 32-sided dice: 24 14
scarred design: 4 dmg]
scarred design: Guard 2 laughed at his friend, though it didn't last.
Seeing a beast attack the leader, he growled, running in with his spear,
attempting to stab William in the hindquarters. [Two-handed weapon. +2]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 32-sided dice: 13 7
scarred design: [0]
scarred design: [Alex]
Unstable Memory: ( can i get the scores? )
scarred design: [William -1/32][Evan -1/39][Storm -4/10][Guard 1 -/16]
scarred design: [Guard 2 -/16][Alex -35][Bonesnapper -9/30][Zach -/31][Tom
-/24]
scarred design: [Mela -32][Smythe -8/22][Bim -/23][Ara -/29][Misty -/33]
Unstable Memory: ::Seeing the chick flirting with guard one, Alex just shook
his head as both blades were drawn out, best to get rid of them quickly
before they got back up right? He'd rush over towards Guard 1 as he stabbed
the blade at the woman,
Unstable Memory: he'd lock the blade at the polearms length pushing it
upward to expose the weaken area of the armor. The sword taht pushed it up
came back around to slash at the center of the body while the other blade
stabbed upward into the
Unstable Memory: armpit region where most armors did not protect.:: [+3
fighter, +1 clockwork armor, dualist on guard 1]
OnlineHost: Unstable Memory rolled 2 60-sided dice: 15 54
scarred design: [17/16 Dead.]
StormDelacroix: - Storm inhaled sharply as the spear slammed into her side,
a tilt of her head given as she started to bleed. Her eyes glowing bright
gold, as she pulled herself off of the spear -
scarred design: [Bonesnapper]
scarred design: Bonesnapper roared at the great cat as it attacked, a knee
sent into it's jaws to give him enough distance to draw and, in the same
motion, swing his massive sword down at the beast. "You make nice
scarred design: cloak!" [Two-Handed Weapon +2, +3 fighter bonus with
Greatswords]
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 3 60-sided dice: 58 20 40
scarred design: [22]
FeraIPrince: (Skill: Side Step)
scarred design: [0]
FeraIPrince: (Evade)
scarred design: [Zach]
Unstable Memory: ::Pushing the dead body off of the blade, he'd lift up the
blade that got the kill shot in on the man and spun the blade. His eye's
looking over towards <Storm>:: Blast them or sneak up from behind. Or....keep
doing what you've been
Unstable Memory: dong. Either way...I have a party to attend to. ::Alex said
as he begun to walk off to the next foe in the fry.::
Tidal Reign: Scum. The whole lot of them. A crease formed between his brows
when he frowned, hands reaching behind him to draw the swords that had been
sheathed earlier. Letting the rush of adrenaline wash over him, he charged at
Tom and
Tidal Reign: attempted to stab him full of holes. [ Fighter class bonus (+3
atk), The Shining Blade (+5 atk), The Hoardmaster (+3 atk) / Total: +11 atk
] [ Skill: Battle Rager / +1d once per combat ]
OnlineHost: Tidal Reign rolled 3 52-sided dice: 34 25 30
StormDelacroix: - Storm snarled and cursed in latin at the male before
stepping back, she should have known better, her skills as they were, were of
no use to the others in a battle like this so she dropped back, maybe if
she just took up space
StormDelacroix: as a target they could get the job done -
scarred design: [26/24 - dead]
FeraIPrince: Once the feline had found his perch upon the Ogre's chest,
there was little the thing could do to get him loose. Try as it might, the
snow leonpard would not let go. Even clawing around to hang from the
creature's back, looking down
FeraIPrince: at Bonesnapper in a very condescending manner.
scarred design: [Mela]
Halo of Noire: Creeping forward with the group, they'd soon find the camp
and the forms were counted out, their words falling to her ears. Blade still
in hand, she readied for battle, even as the filthy ogre smelled
Halo of Noire: them and combat started. She would cast another of her
spells, this one causing the very blood within their bodies to begin to feel
as if were boiling within them, sending them into fits of
Halo of Noire: excruciating pain as negative energy was infused in their
bloodstream. Targetting Guard 1 & 2, Bonesnapper, and Smythe! (Spell:
Bloodstrike +3 attack if successful. DC17)
OnlineHost: Halo of Noire rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3 5
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 4 20-sided dice: 8 10 2 8
OnlineHost: Halo of Noire rolled 2 64-sided dice: 53 41
Halo of Noire: (stupid dice)
scarred design: [17 dmg]
scarred design: [Guard 2 falls, dead. Redirect, as 1 was already dead.]
Unstable Memory: ::Would give Mela some of the blood later on!::
Halo of Noire: (whichever one is next on sb)
scarred design: [Got it]
scarred design: Bim knew he was dead. Tom had been cut down, and the leader
was bleeding out. Their guards had been cut down. The negative energy had
made him fear what the woman would do next. He screamed in pain and fury,
one last defiant
scarred design: yell.. as he rushed Mela, his sword thrust into her lower
abdoman. or so he hoped.
OnlineHost: scarred design rolled 2 46-sided dice: 13 42
scarred design: [6]
Halo of Noire: (no defense)
scarred design: [Ara]
death of resolve: [ SB please ]
scarred design: [William -1/32][Evan -1/39][Storm -4/10]
scarred design: [Alex -35][Bonesnapper -24/30][Zach -/31]
scarred design: [Mela -6/32][Bim -17/23][Ara -/29][Misty -/33]
death of resolve: Arabelle was not going to have her skill stolen again!
While Evan wasn't looking, she snuck up behind the Ogre, and after taking a
moment - she sent both of her swords into the base of his spine, and twisted
until he either fell
death of resolve: over- or she pushed him over with her foot. Either way,
the big guy was falling over. [ Battle Rager / +3 Fighter bonus / bloodtracer
]
OnlineHost: death of resolve rolled 3 48-sided dice: 42 24 23
scarred design: Bonesnapper was obliterated!
scarred design: [Misty]
death of resolve: kill*
