Post by agnes on Jul 16, 2011 0:41:52 GMT -5
Agnes Clayborn: The young lady walked through the forest without the worries
of the darkness they had come across. The dark eyes stared forward as she
held her book close in hand. It seemed.. that life was returning to normal
for her. Which meant
Agnes Clayborn: she was indeed alone. She whispered softly as the rise of
the dozens of fae lights around her. She blew across her palm to scatter
them around the area. The soft steps continued as the tiny orbs of lights
danced this way and
Agnes Clayborn: that, racing through the maze of trees. She paused a moment
to stare out over the ravine. She had heard of a few oddities taking place
not too far off.. whispered rumors within the markets when people believed
that they were
Agnes Clayborn: unheard. Slavers... So be it.
Agnes Clayborn: She had changed her clothing from the severe clothing of
gray into the brightly colored skirts and blouse as she pinned back her hair
though the ribbon that bound it back tied into a pretty bow. She caught the
voices further within
Agnes Clayborn: the darkness as she smiled a bit and released the faelights,
plunging herself once more into the moonlight only. She lightly hummed as
she walked along that narrow path as she caught the rustling behind her. She
spun about as she
Agnes Clayborn: looked into the darkness. " Who's there? " She called out as
she backed up a few steps.. then turned around to look further down the path.
She ducked her head a bit before her steps became more hurried. She could
hear the heavy
Agnes Clayborn: steps now following as if herding her further down the path.
She played the game these monsters had in store. She noticed a tree feld
upon the path.. it hadn't been there a day or so before.. but it effectively
barred any further
Agnes Clayborn: passage as she glanced around intent upon going around it.
However there was a cackle of a deep base voice from her left. " What do we
have here.. a pretty.. " the voice sounded much like sandpaper, as the red
eyes glowed from
Agnes Clayborn: the darkness. She released a soft cry as she backed away
from it, her foot mistepping into the trap that had been laid. She tripped
and found herself caught up within the net that jerked her up off the ground.
The scream echoed
Agnes Clayborn: through the forest , carrying further still in the night
air. From the darkness she could see the short stocky bodies moving from the
shadows. " Seems we got a rabbit.. " another voice spoke up as the dwarven
males came into the
Agnes Clayborn: moonlight. Agnes stared down at them with fear. " Let me
go..I.. I have to get home. "she announced as the two looked at each other
then laughed. " Oh yer goin somewhere little one.. " He stated gripping the
heavy ax in his
Agnes Clayborn: hand. "Jus.. don't think it'll be home you'll be seein.. "
he stated as Agnes shook her head. " You don't want to do this.. "she stated
though she felt a sharp sting to her side. She glanced down and stared ..
before the eyes
Agnes Clayborn: blinked slowly. " Oh.. "She whispered before the world
around her fell black as she sagged in the netting. " That did it.. let her
down.. Sham get the shackles.. " The commands were given, as Agnes didn't
feel the thick callused
Agnes Clayborn: as they handled her , her wrists clasped into the irons as
she was tossed over a thick shoulder. The pack was taken with them, to find
out what the girl carried with her. It seemed odd that the pack was empty
when they attempted
Agnes Clayborn: to empty it out. She was tossed down to the ground beside
three others that had been taken as well by the ruthless band of dwarves.
They spoke in the thick heavy tongue of their own homeland. It was several
hours before the
Agnes Clayborn: young lady came too as she had the worst headache she could
think of. She lifted a hand to rub her face as the weight of the chains as
well as the sound of the clinking stole her attention completely. She
blinked slowly and
Agnes Clayborn: shifted. "Careful miss.. " The words came from another
seated nearest to her. The young man couldn't be more then in his early
teens. She stared at him a long moment before she looked around them. It
was in the predawn gloom
Agnes Clayborn: that she made out the snoring sleeping forms of two of the
dwarven captures. There was another that sat on a rock with a pipe trapped
between the thick lips while the slow wisp of smoke rose from the pipe
itself. "whats
Agnes Clayborn: happening? " She whispered softly as she glanced to the lad.
Now that her eyes had time to adjust , she could see the bruises along the
boy's jaw. His clothing was filthy and his eyes were darkened by circles.
Beside him still
Agnes Clayborn: slept two other women as she lifted a brow. The lad looked
at her and then looked down when the dwarf turned the dark beady eyes toward
them. Agnes drew her knees up to her chest as she mimiced the boy's
movements. " We are
Agnes Clayborn: going to auction miss. " the boy whispered as Agnes looked
at him. " that so? "She inquired softly as the boy looked at her through
the corner of his eyes. " I have no desire to be anyones... pet. "She
whispered softly as she
Agnes Clayborn: looked up again , the dwarf still watched them. However she
took the time to study the male. The man was not a massive creature, his
height was a simple four feet a few odd inches. However his girth was enough
to make her doubt
Agnes Clayborn: the intelligence of this particular idea of hers. Perhaps
she should have told another she was going out? Ah well too late for that
now. Right now she needed to focus on what should happen from here.
Agnes Clayborn: "Just keep your head down Miss.. we will be joining the
others.. soon. "he spoke softly as Agnes looked at him. " Others? " She asked
softly as the boy looked down and silenced himself as the dwarven man walked
close. " What are you
Agnes Clayborn: two whisperin about? " He demanded , the boy flinched away
from him as Agnes again counted in her head.. two.. slept one awake. if she
was going to do something..she'd have to do it swiftly, before they joined up
with others.. and
Agnes Clayborn: she found herself in far too deep.
Agnes Clayborn: She lifted her gaze to the dwarf "We were speaking of what a
mistake you have made. "She stated softly. " you think so .. " the dwarf
chuckled and reached out to touch her. The small soft hands grasped his
hands. " Absolutely. "
Agnes Clayborn: stated as the sudden burst of energy was released from her
hand into his arm. (+3)
Agnes Clayborn: ( Spell : Shocking grasp / Target Dwarven Slaver 1 / Saving
throw d16 / Effects: releases an electrical shock to the system of target )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 52-sided dice: 36 3
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: ~ RaS Mission ~ Dwarven Slavers 07/15/11 1:01AM ~
Agnes Clayborn: Agnes 0/26, DS1-8/13, DS2-0/13 ,DS3-0/13
Agnes Clayborn: The Dwarven man yelled out as the energy seared through his
body as he swung his hand out to bash the little woman in the jaw. <d
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 50-sided dice: 22 10
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: The others began to roost themselves out of sleep at the
bellow from the man. ( Their turn taken in waking up )
Agnes Clayborn: Agnes took the shot with a turn of her body to help cushion
the blow however it was difficult enough as she turned back and drew her feet
back and kicked him in the groin with both feet. <d
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 52-sided dice: 48 19
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: The Slaver fell back from the pain that igniting through
his body he had fallen unconscious.
Agnes Clayborn: The Second slaver moved to tackle the little mage to the
ground, " you little bitch! " The bellow came with another blow from a heavy
fist. <d
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 50-sided dice: 27 5
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 3 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: The third came up to help subdue the lass as he delivered a
kick to her stomach. <d
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 50-sided dice: 2 44
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 6 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Agnes 11/26, DS1-16/13, DS2-0/13 ,DS3-0/13,
Agnes Clayborn: Agnes cried out at the pummeling she was taking. Though
she drew again from that internal core of hers. The small hands once more
released a spell however the ignition of the spell was out of desperation as
the flames sought to
Agnes Clayborn: burn both of her captures.
Agnes Clayborn: (+3, also +5 for Enraged spell casting ( can be used once
during combat )
Agnes Clayborn: ( Spell Burning Hands/ Targets DS2 & DS3 / Effects A cone
of flames to ignite targets on fire. / Save d16 )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 52-sided dice: 35 47
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 12 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: ( +8 = 20 if save is not made )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: ( DS 2 managed to escape with half damage , DS 3 did not
survive )
Agnes Clayborn: DS-2
Agnes Clayborn: The scream came as the man scrambled away from the insane
witch as he put out his beard and clothing from the flames. Another kick was
offered at the young lady. <d
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 50-sided dice: 48 12
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 7 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Agnes 18/26, DS1-16/13, DS2-10/13 ,DS3-20/13,
Agnes Clayborn: She caught the kick to her chest as she fell back again
into the dirt and gasped for air. The coughing came from her as she rolled
to the side. She shifted her position and in a desperate act she used the
shackles they had bound
Agnes Clayborn: her hands with to smack the dwarven slaver with. ( DS2 )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 52-sided dice: 29 45
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 10 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Agnes 18/26, DS1-16/13, DS2-20/13 ,DS3-20/13,
Agnes Clayborn: ~ End Combat 1:27 AM 07/16/11 ~
Agnes Clayborn: When the last fell she panted heavily and fell back to her
knees. She jumped as the lad touched her shoulder. His eyes wide as the
other two stared at her uncomprehending of what exactly just happened. "
Find.. the keys.. "She
Agnes Clayborn: whispered as she fought to breath. Her eyes glanced to the
shackles that bound them all. Right now she wanted only to catch her breath.
Once the keys had been located they were free. Agnes earned other odd looks
as she began to
Agnes Clayborn: rummage through the pockets of the slavers. Everything was
taken out of their pouches and packs attempting to figure out where these men
had come from.. and just where was the slavers camp.. if this was but a
scouting mission for
Agnes Clayborn: them. She bound up the one that was simply unconscious
fully intending on dragging him back to town.. the other two.. they however
didn't make it. She found her feet as she told teh others to go.. make
their way back to the city
Agnes Clayborn: to their homes. <d
Agnes Clayborn: ~ End Log ~
of the darkness they had come across. The dark eyes stared forward as she
held her book close in hand. It seemed.. that life was returning to normal
for her. Which meant
Agnes Clayborn: she was indeed alone. She whispered softly as the rise of
the dozens of fae lights around her. She blew across her palm to scatter
them around the area. The soft steps continued as the tiny orbs of lights
danced this way and
Agnes Clayborn: that, racing through the maze of trees. She paused a moment
to stare out over the ravine. She had heard of a few oddities taking place
not too far off.. whispered rumors within the markets when people believed
that they were
Agnes Clayborn: unheard. Slavers... So be it.
Agnes Clayborn: She had changed her clothing from the severe clothing of
gray into the brightly colored skirts and blouse as she pinned back her hair
though the ribbon that bound it back tied into a pretty bow. She caught the
voices further within
Agnes Clayborn: the darkness as she smiled a bit and released the faelights,
plunging herself once more into the moonlight only. She lightly hummed as
she walked along that narrow path as she caught the rustling behind her. She
spun about as she
Agnes Clayborn: looked into the darkness. " Who's there? " She called out as
she backed up a few steps.. then turned around to look further down the path.
She ducked her head a bit before her steps became more hurried. She could
hear the heavy
Agnes Clayborn: steps now following as if herding her further down the path.
She played the game these monsters had in store. She noticed a tree feld
upon the path.. it hadn't been there a day or so before.. but it effectively
barred any further
Agnes Clayborn: passage as she glanced around intent upon going around it.
However there was a cackle of a deep base voice from her left. " What do we
have here.. a pretty.. " the voice sounded much like sandpaper, as the red
eyes glowed from
Agnes Clayborn: the darkness. She released a soft cry as she backed away
from it, her foot mistepping into the trap that had been laid. She tripped
and found herself caught up within the net that jerked her up off the ground.
The scream echoed
Agnes Clayborn: through the forest , carrying further still in the night
air. From the darkness she could see the short stocky bodies moving from the
shadows. " Seems we got a rabbit.. " another voice spoke up as the dwarven
males came into the
Agnes Clayborn: moonlight. Agnes stared down at them with fear. " Let me
go..I.. I have to get home. "she announced as the two looked at each other
then laughed. " Oh yer goin somewhere little one.. " He stated gripping the
heavy ax in his
Agnes Clayborn: hand. "Jus.. don't think it'll be home you'll be seein.. "
he stated as Agnes shook her head. " You don't want to do this.. "she stated
though she felt a sharp sting to her side. She glanced down and stared ..
before the eyes
Agnes Clayborn: blinked slowly. " Oh.. "She whispered before the world
around her fell black as she sagged in the netting. " That did it.. let her
down.. Sham get the shackles.. " The commands were given, as Agnes didn't
feel the thick callused
Agnes Clayborn: as they handled her , her wrists clasped into the irons as
she was tossed over a thick shoulder. The pack was taken with them, to find
out what the girl carried with her. It seemed odd that the pack was empty
when they attempted
Agnes Clayborn: to empty it out. She was tossed down to the ground beside
three others that had been taken as well by the ruthless band of dwarves.
They spoke in the thick heavy tongue of their own homeland. It was several
hours before the
Agnes Clayborn: young lady came too as she had the worst headache she could
think of. She lifted a hand to rub her face as the weight of the chains as
well as the sound of the clinking stole her attention completely. She
blinked slowly and
Agnes Clayborn: shifted. "Careful miss.. " The words came from another
seated nearest to her. The young man couldn't be more then in his early
teens. She stared at him a long moment before she looked around them. It
was in the predawn gloom
Agnes Clayborn: that she made out the snoring sleeping forms of two of the
dwarven captures. There was another that sat on a rock with a pipe trapped
between the thick lips while the slow wisp of smoke rose from the pipe
itself. "whats
Agnes Clayborn: happening? " She whispered softly as she glanced to the lad.
Now that her eyes had time to adjust , she could see the bruises along the
boy's jaw. His clothing was filthy and his eyes were darkened by circles.
Beside him still
Agnes Clayborn: slept two other women as she lifted a brow. The lad looked
at her and then looked down when the dwarf turned the dark beady eyes toward
them. Agnes drew her knees up to her chest as she mimiced the boy's
movements. " We are
Agnes Clayborn: going to auction miss. " the boy whispered as Agnes looked
at him. " that so? "She inquired softly as the boy looked at her through
the corner of his eyes. " I have no desire to be anyones... pet. "She
whispered softly as she
Agnes Clayborn: looked up again , the dwarf still watched them. However she
took the time to study the male. The man was not a massive creature, his
height was a simple four feet a few odd inches. However his girth was enough
to make her doubt
Agnes Clayborn: the intelligence of this particular idea of hers. Perhaps
she should have told another she was going out? Ah well too late for that
now. Right now she needed to focus on what should happen from here.
Agnes Clayborn: "Just keep your head down Miss.. we will be joining the
others.. soon. "he spoke softly as Agnes looked at him. " Others? " She asked
softly as the boy looked down and silenced himself as the dwarven man walked
close. " What are you
Agnes Clayborn: two whisperin about? " He demanded , the boy flinched away
from him as Agnes again counted in her head.. two.. slept one awake. if she
was going to do something..she'd have to do it swiftly, before they joined up
with others.. and
Agnes Clayborn: she found herself in far too deep.
Agnes Clayborn: She lifted her gaze to the dwarf "We were speaking of what a
mistake you have made. "She stated softly. " you think so .. " the dwarf
chuckled and reached out to touch her. The small soft hands grasped his
hands. " Absolutely. "
Agnes Clayborn: stated as the sudden burst of energy was released from her
hand into his arm. (+3)
Agnes Clayborn: ( Spell : Shocking grasp / Target Dwarven Slaver 1 / Saving
throw d16 / Effects: releases an electrical shock to the system of target )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 52-sided dice: 36 3
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: ~ RaS Mission ~ Dwarven Slavers 07/15/11 1:01AM ~
Agnes Clayborn: Agnes 0/26, DS1-8/13, DS2-0/13 ,DS3-0/13
Agnes Clayborn: The Dwarven man yelled out as the energy seared through his
body as he swung his hand out to bash the little woman in the jaw. <d
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 50-sided dice: 22 10
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: The others began to roost themselves out of sleep at the
bellow from the man. ( Their turn taken in waking up )
Agnes Clayborn: Agnes took the shot with a turn of her body to help cushion
the blow however it was difficult enough as she turned back and drew her feet
back and kicked him in the groin with both feet. <d
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 52-sided dice: 48 19
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: The Slaver fell back from the pain that igniting through
his body he had fallen unconscious.
Agnes Clayborn: The Second slaver moved to tackle the little mage to the
ground, " you little bitch! " The bellow came with another blow from a heavy
fist. <d
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 50-sided dice: 27 5
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 3 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: The third came up to help subdue the lass as he delivered a
kick to her stomach. <d
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 50-sided dice: 2 44
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 6 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Agnes 11/26, DS1-16/13, DS2-0/13 ,DS3-0/13,
Agnes Clayborn: Agnes cried out at the pummeling she was taking. Though
she drew again from that internal core of hers. The small hands once more
released a spell however the ignition of the spell was out of desperation as
the flames sought to
Agnes Clayborn: burn both of her captures.
Agnes Clayborn: (+3, also +5 for Enraged spell casting ( can be used once
during combat )
Agnes Clayborn: ( Spell Burning Hands/ Targets DS2 & DS3 / Effects A cone
of flames to ignite targets on fire. / Save d16 )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 52-sided dice: 35 47
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 12 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: ( +8 = 20 if save is not made )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: ( DS 2 managed to escape with half damage , DS 3 did not
survive )
Agnes Clayborn: DS-2
Agnes Clayborn: The scream came as the man scrambled away from the insane
witch as he put out his beard and clothing from the flames. Another kick was
offered at the young lady. <d
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 50-sided dice: 48 12
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 7 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Agnes 18/26, DS1-16/13, DS2-10/13 ,DS3-20/13,
Agnes Clayborn: She caught the kick to her chest as she fell back again
into the dirt and gasped for air. The coughing came from her as she rolled
to the side. She shifted her position and in a desperate act she used the
shackles they had bound
Agnes Clayborn: her hands with to smack the dwarven slaver with. ( DS2 )
OnlineHost: Agnes Clayborn rolled 2 52-sided dice: 29 45
Agnes Clayborn: ~*~ Agnes Clayborn scored 10 poynts damage ~*~
Agnes Clayborn: Agnes 18/26, DS1-16/13, DS2-20/13 ,DS3-20/13,
Agnes Clayborn: ~ End Combat 1:27 AM 07/16/11 ~
Agnes Clayborn: When the last fell she panted heavily and fell back to her
knees. She jumped as the lad touched her shoulder. His eyes wide as the
other two stared at her uncomprehending of what exactly just happened. "
Find.. the keys.. "She
Agnes Clayborn: whispered as she fought to breath. Her eyes glanced to the
shackles that bound them all. Right now she wanted only to catch her breath.
Once the keys had been located they were free. Agnes earned other odd looks
as she began to
Agnes Clayborn: rummage through the pockets of the slavers. Everything was
taken out of their pouches and packs attempting to figure out where these men
had come from.. and just where was the slavers camp.. if this was but a
scouting mission for
Agnes Clayborn: them. She bound up the one that was simply unconscious
fully intending on dragging him back to town.. the other two.. they however
didn't make it. She found her feet as she told teh others to go.. make
their way back to the city
Agnes Clayborn: to their homes. <d
Agnes Clayborn: ~ End Log ~
