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nospeed1981		#121	[-]
Posts: 1174 Jun 6 09 8:15 PM Vampire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Ameane watches one of the trapped followers of Muir turn to dust as she speaks, and the red enamelled figure quickly sheds her helm to rush alongside her remaining companion, a weary looking and battleworn combatant. A mix of brown and red hair tops the woman's head, "my friends have been infected by that infernal undead, and I cannot save them. I have done my best to keep them from slipping away, but I am not strong enough." Kransh rushes up, his warhammer swinging, crushing the skeleton ahead of him and then lingering before making another move. The zombie squirming on the ground at his feet. Olyx and Eklan ease out more to take note of the scene, and both find that things to be under control - the fight is well in hand. Belten sweeps his fiery waraxe down on the zombie, driving it deep into the remaining chest of the creature and thudding with a crispness against the floor underneath. A cloud of dense fog begins to rise out of the zombie. The body appears to melt, and the fog turns to a darker smoke that spreads out to shroud everything within ten feet of the rotting corpse. Metal within the cloud begins to feel as if it is holding a static charge. Flail is up... (there is no real threatening combat opponent remaining) Kransh AR 12 + 13 = 25 (dmg 6,+9 = 15 bludgeoning) Belten AR 9 + 13 = 22 (dmg 7,+7 = 14 slashing and 4 fire) Combat Initiative: Round 5 Kransh 27 (+7) (-2 hp) Ameane 20 (+2) Olyx 19 (+1) Eklan 15 (+0) (-17 hp) -- NPC'd Belten 13 (+1) -- NPC'd Flail 12 (+2) (-15 hp, +1 MB to AR) <== Red Enamel Deadeye 8 (+1) (-30 hp) (disarmed of q-staff) Skellies C (near Killoren) W Killoren (-60 hp) - smoldering on ground R Killoren (-17 hp) -- withdrawing
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MacPhail		#122	[-]
Posts: 2234 Jun 8 09 11:23 AM Necromantic Writer Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Caught up in his passionate hatred of the undead, Flail continues to mutter prayers to St. Cuthbert and pursue the rattling bones until the last of them are crushed to dust. [OoC]: Full attack: +14 and +9 for 1d8+12+1d6 and +13 for 1d6+9. Move if needed and reduce to a single attack. MacPhail
nospeed1981		#123	[-]
Posts: 1174 Jun 9 09 6:59 PM Vampire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Flail dips in between the floundering the skeleton on the floor, and the last standing bony skeleton near Deadeye. A long swipe from his flail rips through the standing skeleton, and his lighter flail finishes with a downward blow that shatters the skeleton on the ground. Turning his head quickly, he snaps his frosted flail through the air at that skeleton near the far wall. He watches as sparks ripple along the metal of his weapon before it shudders the skeleton's undeath. Flail can feel the growing charge in the cloud forming over and around the crumbling zombie at Deadeye's feet. Deadeye is up... (only the cloud remains) Flail AR 6 + 14 = 20 (dmg 8,+12 = 20 bludgeoning, and 5 cold) Flail AR 6 + 13 = 19 (dmg 6,+9 = 15 bludgeoning) Flail AR 11 + 9 - 4 = 15 (dmg 1,+12 = 13 bludgeoning, and 1 cold) Combat Initiative: Round 5 Kransh 27 (+7) (-2 hp) Ameane 20 (+2) Olyx 19 (+1) Eklan 15 (+0) (-17 hp) -- NPC'd Belten 13 (+1) -- NPC'd Flail 12 (+2) (-15 hp, +1 MB to AR) Red Enamel Deadeye 8 (+1) (-30 hp) (disarmed of q-staff) <== W Killoren (-60 hp) - smoldering on ground R Killoren (-17 hp) -- withdrawing
Zombee		#124	[-]
Posts: 621 Jun 9 09 10:36 PM Spectre Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	With a heavy painful sigh, Deadeye leans over to wipe his blade against the catguy on the floor. He then grabs his staff, avoiding the cloud as best as he can. "One of those catguys got away. He headed this way." Deadeye nods and then starts walking that way, looking to see if more threats are that way.
nospeed1981		#125	[-]
Posts: 1174 Jun 9 09 11:36 PM Vampire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Deadeye regains his staff after cleaning the warforged's blade. The cloud spreading overhead, as he moves down to the corridor that the killoren disappeared down. The footprints in the thin dust appear to vanish about ten feet from the end, and no signs of threats are evident. OOC - out of combat, yet cloud effect forthcoming...
Zombee		#126	[-]
Posts: 621 Jun 11 09 9:51 PM Spectre Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	"Things are clear here. Other guy got away." Deadeye says to anyone who can hear him. At this point he will attempt to bandage his various wounds in a hope to stave off infections. Deadeye will remain at this point watching for any trouble while the others deal with the red armoured chick and her friends.
nospeed1981		#127	[-]
Posts: 1174 Jun 16 09 3:15 PM Vampire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	The room seems to grow silent for a moment, even the slightest breath would echo as if the roar of a lion, and then a sudden crackle of electricity. The cloud has risen fully to the ceiling over the last zombies body, a long and lasting bolt of purple lightning breaks a stone next to Flail's foot. The sound thunders in his ears, but he manages to shake himself free. Kransh feels his waraxe struck and knocked to the floor beside him, the flames over the head extinquished. Two or three other bolts strike harmless around the group near the zombie, before the cloud simply disperses, spent of its energy. The room smells faintly of ozone, and dust that has been lifted from the floor. Deadeye keeps watch on the far corridors. Olyx moves back toward the red enamel. Eklan starts to check on everyone's injuries. Fragments of bones are scattered about the room. Only the crisp body of the killoren warrior, the leftover pile of rotting zombie, and the dusty wraps of the mummy remain. The group easily loots the remaining corpses and the room for lasting valuables. (Refer to the AAside Log for Experience and Treasure found in the room). Flail feels another sudden jolt to his system as he lingers around. The moment that the mummy struck him flashes into the back of his mind. The dust cloud that had arisen from its arms. The dust he had inadvertently inhaled some of, and that now tickled the vary mucous membranes of his nose. He bellows with a triumphant cough and sneeze, expelling any lingering effect from the dust out of his body.
MacPhail		#128	[-]
Posts: 2234 Jun 16 09 4:19 PM Necromantic Writer Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Flail slowly releases the rage within him and unclenches his jaw to mutter prayers of thanks to St. Cuthbert. Waves of forgotten pain and fatigue wash over him and he limps around the corner and returns to his companions. He is clutching his ribs, and a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth stains his stubbled chin. He looks around, taking in the shattered bones, fragments of wall and door, and finally, the figure armored in red enamel. "You are the companion of Ubagesh? I'm sorry to say he only survived long enough to tell us where to find you. I am Flail." He stows his flails and takes up his crossbow again, then moves gingerly to the corridor and retrieves his smoldering torch, throwing light on his weary features. Uncharacteristically, his holy symbol hangs outside his clothing, a small medallion swinging against his bloodstained armor. "How many of your companions survive? And what do you know of the Killoren and their pact with the undead?" MacPhail
nospeed1981		#129	[-]
Posts: 1174 Jun 18 09 10:35 AM Vampire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	The red enamel shifts her helm free to show her feminine nature. "You were right Brijj, he did find someone." Her remaining companion can only muster a smile, before he succumbs to exhaustion. She makes him comfortable with the few things that remain, and turns to Flail. "What you see here sir, is all that remains of our party... my commander, Brijj Corgan, and myself, Jebban Peol. I thank you all for taking heed to Ubagesh's words." "We have tried to persist as long as we could with what little we had. We never expected the resistance that we've met here. There was no indication, there should not be undead here... we believed our god's temples to be warded against such filth and fodder." She looks down at her former companion's remains, dust and dessicated bone interspersed with his clothing. "I fear that I will be the only one to survive, and ultimate loss in our mission to find our arch-prelate. He is the one we seek. Brijj was the strongest of us, but apparently I have some greater favor with my god than he." She kicks at the rubble, beginning to sob. "I wear his armor, the only that the undead, and you called them Killoren, have not whisked away while we rested and healed. Something dark is set against us here. The undead act with a greater purpose, a greater intelligence to their actions, a greater control of the situations they presented us - they understand trickery, they understand our strengths and weaknesses! They killed our healers first!" Jebban screams, then regains composure to settle herself after the outburst. The room grows still. Olyx makes her way toward Brijj and Jebban. "Something beyond even my understanding exists here. Did anyone else feel it?" The wanderer from the desert eases toward Brijj and leans down to examine him. Her eyes look around and speaks softer, "he is not lying in the shadows just yet, there is a chance I maybe able to help, if..." The traveller produces a small lexicon from her side pouch near her stowed shield. She flips the book open, holds the page with her thumb, and begins to mutter as she rubs Brijj's forehead. As Olyx does so, Jebban turns and wonders what she is doing. A glow forms between Olyx's palm and Brijj's forehead, and the fallen warrior arches his torso with a gasp - his eyes flying open, his arms reaching up to grasp Olyx's forearm as the glow sinks into his body. Jebban steps for Olyx, "she's killing him!" She watches Brijj slump back to the wall and floor, breathing heavily as Olyx turns her gaze upward at the red armored woman, and calmly says, "if you truly have the greater favor of your god than your commander, you may be the only one here that can save him now." Olyx heads off to examine the area where the zombie fell, leaving the group alone with Jebban. Last Edited By: nospeed1981 Jun 20 09 7:32 PM. Edited 1 times.
Brother Weasel		#130	[-]
Posts: 784 Jun 22 09 7:45 PM Vampire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	"they have a sound strategy, but they haven't met our little band of forsaken. Flails lust for the removal of the undead, the bonecrafters skills, elkans gift of gab and healing, and of course my fellow dwarf are all strong at heart and desperate enough to do whatever it takes to end this madness that these folk call a desert home... and no my dear bard i did not leave you out, i just don't know yea that well, but your songs bolstered use in a time of need" Kransh states matter of fact "Now, what's our plan, go deeper, find a kitty and make it a belt?" Questions? Comments? E-mail me at brotherweasel AT gmail DOT com
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Zombee		#131	[-]
Posts: 621 Jun 23 09 9:21 PM Spectre Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	A short mirthful snort escapes Deadeye after Kransh's question. " I do beleive that the catguy has either more direct control of the dead, or it imports some of it's mind to them."
Damien the Bloodfeaster		#132	[-]
Posts: 12033 Jun 25 09 9:07 AM Vampire Scion Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Ameane Pentaxis The bardess approaches the red-enameled warrior woman. Brushing her hair back to reveal her dust-smudged but lovely face, she says, "Greetings Jebban. I only wish our meeting had come under less dire circumstances...though I suppose it is as well that we arrived when we did. I only wish we could have come here sooner, before your other comrades fell to the rotting touch of that horrid mummy." She shudders in remembrance of its desiccated form. "My name is Ameane Pentaxis, a minstrel and sometime diplomat from Ursaphous. I came here with my companion who saw to your friend, an arcanist by the name of Olyx. These other acquaintances of mine I do not know well, but I have seen them fight before against grave peril, and I can vouch for their spirit and devotion to combating darkness." While Jebban checks on her commander, Ameane provides a brief summary of the group's recent experiences with the cultists of Orcus in the defiled cathedral. She mentions parting ways with her comrades, and meeting up with the lizard-riding Olyx, then coming upon the ruins as the desert storm approached. "And so," Ameane concludes, "It seems that we are once again thrust into danger in these accursed ruins, whether we will it or no. I think I speak for my comrades when I offer our services to help you in finding your archprelate, and cleansing this place of any lingering taint of undeath. I am not much of a fighter, but if my words or knowledge can assist you in any way, I would be glad to share them with you. "Is there anything you can tell us about this place that would help us to find your missing priest?" Once matters turn to searching bodies and investigating the area, Ameane mentions to whoever tracked the killoren that got away, "Perhaps there is a hidden portal where you lost its footprints that it passed through. A careful study of the area might turn something up." OOC: Diplomacy +19 if needed to get on Jebban's helpful side. Author: Mother of all Encounter Tables, Bits of Magicka 1-3 Coauthor: Rappan Athuk Reloaded Bits of Magicka: Pocket Items - 2008 ENnies Honorable Mention
nospeed1981		#133	[-]
Posts: 1174 Jun 26 09 10:11 PM Vampire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Jebban looks over Ameane, and with a smile, shakes her head. "If you vouch for Olyx's person, then your voice and its strength are your greatest allies, while my blade and faith are mine." She eases herself around the group slowly, taking in the appearance of everyone before continuing. "If your story is true, then a grand evil has returned to the light of the desert, and the vale must be reborn. My god will not allow his minions to triumph." "So many of Muir's temples have been lost, so my understanding of this particular temple is limited. Most have multiple levels, and all had attached catacombs or crypts to house the strongest of the fallen warriors in hopes their spirits would speak to the living. The crypts here are on the far side of the main hall and built as a large mausoleum. However, we did not disturb the locks. Our archprelate gave us instructions to never disturb the ancient crypts, and to have reverence for the lowest levels of our god's temples - for those two locations hold the strength of the church." Jebban spins and looks out into the open room, "the robed one gets away, more than he deserves. We believe he has something allowing him to move quickly or undetected over short distances, or magical "jumping" - one of my taken companions felt he may even jaunt on a different plane for a short while. Even some of the undead would appear from the nothingness of darkness with only a whimper's warning."
nospeed1981		#134	[-]
Posts: 1174 Jun 28 09 9:04 PM Vampire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	The armored warrior placed her hands arduously on the wall, and lowered her head. "Our order believed the temple lost. To have succumb to the battering of nature, and the works of the heavens, as ordained by the gods themselves. The arch-prelate took leave of us nigh on a year ago, before he sent promising word of the lost temple's location. His message was cryptic, and his directions vague, as if he had allowed a child to interpret his genius." Jebban straightened herself, and pulled the gauntlets from her hands. She slowly hung them from her belt. Her hands pulling her hair free and fluffing a clump of braids dangling from her left temple. A deep sigh escaped her lips, one not of relief, but of the realization that she was likely to be the only one of her order to leave the lost temple - as Desnon had told, as it had been written, as it would be done. "Now, I owe my life to strangers, who themselves have survived a great hardship. We are brethren in plight, henceforth and forthright."
Zombee		#135	[-]
Posts: 621 Jun 30 09 9:48 PM Spectre Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	"His pawprints ended in the middle of the hall. Not near a wall. So no, I don't think he used an hidden route of natural means. The magical option is still viable. And his prowess would seem up to the task." Deadeye says gruffly from down the hall.
MacPhail		#136	[-]
Posts: 2234 Jul 1 09 6:46 AM Necromantic Writer Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Flail absently flicks bits of zombie matter from his armor. "I had originally thought that we would be best off retrieving the survivors and collapsing the temple. But now that it is clear that these Killoren are involved, I do not think sealing away the threat will be enough. Sentient creatures masterminding the undead is far too ominous a threat to ignore. And perhaps avenging the fallen of Jebban's party will sustain Cuthbert's continued blessings on my own crusade for vengeance. I will join this enterprise." His voice hardens with resolve as he speaks. MacPhail
nospeed1981		#137	[-]
Posts: 1174 Jul 1 09 7:26 PM Vampire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	"Let me investigate, Deadeye." Olyx heads toward the far hallway, her head rocking side to side as she goes. She stands near the end and looks down it, her face contorts as the lizard-rider walks back to the group. "If he left by magic, the traces have washed away - unless he used a means that travelled with him, like a medallion or cloak. Of which, I can not be certain, but I know the fact is possible." The armored warrioress lifts her gaze to Olyx, the red armor accenting Jebban's flushed cheeks more, her head slowly nodding. "We have encountered several killoren in the time we have spent trapped here, but never breached the main hall's doors - they simply sent too many undead at us, and vanished once the fight began." In her gentle walk, Jebban steps in front of Flail and extends her hand. "Let us convict the interlopers together, one action, swift and definite." Flail can see the shared resolve that has crossed the warrioress' face. "I feel you do not seek revenge, and although I should harbor that desire, we all knew the hazards of joining the Church of Muir, hazards that a follower of Cuthbert must understand."
Brother Weasel		#138	[-]
Posts: 784 Jul 1 09 8:22 PM Vampire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	"Swift and definate is a plan i can understand" Kransh states, weilding his wahammer, and checking his shield.. "Shall get to skinnign us a cat?" Questions? Comments? E-mail me at brotherweasel AT gmail DOT com
MacPhail		#139	[-]
Posts: 2234 Jul 2 09 7:30 AM Necromantic Writer Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Flail hesitates, then takes Jebban's extended arm in a warrior's grasp. Even though she claims herself immune to thoughts of vengeance, he sees in her the other motivations that drive him: bereavement, devotion, and a loathing of evil. "Knowing the risks does not exempt us from the consequences of our actions. You companions should be avenged, even though they went knowingly to their doom. Vengeance need not be blind or irrational, and we should use it to see this through." MacPhail
nospeed1981		#140	[-]
Posts: 1174 Jul 4 09 8:49 PM Vampire Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	"We mean to continue then?" Olyx questions, already knowing the answer she will get. Her hand grasping the edge of her buckler, she straps it to her arm then squats near the wall. Olyx's fingers drawing the symbol of brotherhood in the thin layer of dust. Jebban smiles as she shakes Flail's arm. She looks at Brijj as she replaces the helm, readjusts the gauntlets, and grips the hilt of her sword placing it back into its scabbard at her hip. Those nearest to Jebban feel empowered by her courage to act in her wake and shrug off the effects of fear that may malign their minds. "If we wait too long, they will only have time to recruit more undead into their service... a sword, flails, and a warhammer - will any other weapon join us?"
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