Forland
Expert Ninja
Timmy! Shh...Timmy
Posts: 38
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Post by Forland on Feb 7, 2003 5:25:43 GMT -5
0.0.28
Unable to push himself on from his leg injury, and not having time to reload his crossbow with the zombie so close, Forland drops his crossbow and takes up his staff in both hands swinging as hard as possible at the dangerous creature.
+1 Melee
Dmg: 1d6+1(+2 for Using 2 handed if we round up, still +1 if we round down)
P.S. The staff is still lit, if that affects the Zombifobe at all.
AC: 13
HP: 5
Init Mod: 7
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Post by DungeonMaster on Feb 7, 2003 10:04:44 GMT -5
0.0.29
Forland's staff, a weapon of mystery and power, a weapon with a past that leaves only ghosts to remember...The poor orcish haunt knows not of these things...for if it had, it may have chosen another target.
The staff finds it target with ease...perhaps an ease that even Forland himself did not expect...as though guided by some inner power. It crashes upon the zombies face like waves upon rock...and the corpse's head shatters like glass.
The zombie falls, once more, to the ground.
Forland rolls: 18+1=19! HIT!
Damage: ? (The zombie dies)
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Post by aeranyn on Feb 7, 2003 11:36:28 GMT -5
0.0.30
Alas, the song had been short and less inspiring than most, but he and Forland had both come through almost unscathed. Letting his keen elven eyes rescan the fog shrouded battlefield, Aeranin tried to discern mist from shadow. Not sensing any immediate anger, he went over to Forland and started whistling a tune that he had picked up at a human tavern.. Ahh, yes!! The Dancing Mare was the name!"Aeranin thought to himself. And rightly so, for it was a lively place full of smiling faces and dancing folk. Sitting down next to Forland, Aeranin longed to find another ale house where he could practice his trade and maybe procure a coin or two. The Song; Neither Elf nor human could resist a fine melody
I walk over to Forland and sit down next to him while whistling to guide Neeola and Wulfgar through the fog. I also re-check my gear.
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Post by DungeonMaster on Feb 7, 2003 11:51:24 GMT -5
0.0.31
The battle has ended. The corpses of orcs and the rotting flesh of the undead, litter the campsite. All is quiet save for Aeranyn's whistling in the fog and darkness. The sounds of dragon wings and roars can be heard in the distance...
Beyond the ring of carts and wagons, and thru the mist and smoke, Elven eyes can barely make out the shapes of swamp trees and water.
What do you do?
You all realize that staying amongst the orcish corpses may not be a good idea...dragons tend to feed on their prey, so it will most likely be back.
Note: Combat has ended (for now! hehe) so feel free to post at your whim. There's really no need to follow any posting order unless you're in combat. Also, don't assume that your party members are doing anything unless they say they are. For instance, you can say that YOUR character walks off into the darkness, but don't say that the party heads off in search of adventure together. I am the exception to this however. If the adventure requires that I say the party is doing this or that, then so be it...Usually however, I leave control completely up to you.
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Forland
Expert Ninja
Timmy! Shh...Timmy
Posts: 38
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Post by Forland on Feb 7, 2003 23:00:13 GMT -5
0.0.32
Forland weakly bends down to retrieve his crossbow. He stands, reloads his crossbow, then tucks it away safely into his robes. Reaching down to the hem of his robe, frayed from travel and the mistreatment of the orcs. He rips off a small patch of cloth and wraps his ankle and lower leg with it, grunting as pain shoots through his body. He then stands upright and motions to Aeranin to follow, lifting his staff above his head he walks into the fog in the direction he last saw Wulfgar, trying hard to peer through the fog.
I'm walking through the fog, looking around "alertly".
AC: 13
HP: 5
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Post by Aeranin on Feb 8, 2003 2:00:38 GMT -5
0.0.33
Aeranin picked up his gear and follwed his battle-weary human comrade further into the mist. Aeranin was shocked to realize that he had stopped whistling. His thoughts were no longer on his song for they had drifted to noted change in this human practicioner of the Arcane, Forland. His first inclination had been to judge Forland as somewhat of a coward who was left wanting, but his spirit had proven as true as dwarven mithril when the bellows of battle were filled to overflowing. No, he had been quick to judge this one. "Twould seem I might note the chorus of these men.", Aeranin thought to himself. With a skip in his step and a new tune on his lips, Aeranin looked forward to the journey ahead.
I follow Forland through the fog keeping an eye out for any signs or Neeola or Wulgar. Apology: Sorry guys, I had to recreate my name with the correct spelling. I had originally meant it to be Aeranin.
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Post by Wulfgar on Feb 11, 2003 10:22:44 GMT -5
0.0.34
This was not combat. This was slaughter. The battle rush of adrenaline was still coursing through his veins as Wulfgar paused to examine one of the wretched creatures. True combat was a contest of equal opponents, each competing for the right to survive. These things were abominations. By dispatching them, Wulfgar became the instrument of balance.
The ache that remained in his leg reminded him that he would not be able to face many such creatures alone. Even though he had been able to fight through the wound, it had been a serious injury that would now prove difficult to manage, had not the cleric Neeola healed him. He was in her debt.
“We should build burn these corpses. They will only poison the ground in which they lay.” He looked into the mist, in the direction in which he’d last heard the dragon. “Perhaps the ground can survive a little poisoning.” With that he wiped his bastard sword on the cleanest part of the corpse in front of him. He stood and turned toward Neeola. “We should rejoin our fellow escapees.”<br>
I'm heading back in the direction of the equipment cart. I'm not really sure what direction to head in this point. does anyone know WTF we are? Why don't we see if we can't salvage the equipment cart as a means of transportation? We can eat the oxen if it comes down to it.
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Post by Neeola on Feb 11, 2003 11:04:53 GMT -5
0.0.35
Drained and exhausted, neeola began to faulter like the leaves of an old oak right before a fall storm.She quickly sat upon the desolate earth to regain what little strength she had left. "Yes, We must move on. I have the destinct feeling that an angry dragon is going to return and finish what is left among this wasteland."As she came to her feet, she heard a faint roar in the distance; confirming her suspicions. Gathering her things, she looks at Wulfgar frantically, " I am with you, we must find the others, for finding them will be our only real chance of safty.
I follow Wulfgar into the fog, even though we are not really sure which direction that we are headed. If we ever manage to make it back to the carts and find the others, using the carts to our advantage may be a quicker way of getting out of this place than on our tired feet.
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Post by DungeonMaster on Feb 11, 2003 11:57:05 GMT -5
0.1.0-"The Swamp of Ghosts"
The dragon's roars get louder, and as the wind picks up, you feel it draw closer...an impending doom.
Through the fog you eventually make your way back into each other's company. Forland's light, a beacon in the darkness and mist, plays no small part in your reunion.
The danger draws nearer still with the swamp to one side of the camp and the dragon to the other...a choice must be made...a leader must be born.
I'm not going to ask for a party leader, but it would help to know that you guys have someone that's laying their foot down in situations like this and saying something like "We don't have time to chit chat, we must act NOW!"
That being said, What do you do?
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Forland
Expert Ninja
Timmy! Shh...Timmy
Posts: 38
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Post by Forland on Feb 11, 2003 12:11:35 GMT -5
0.1.1
Forland, hearing the roar get louder, his stomache tightening in fear, grows angry at himself. He rushes off to the swamp edge. Upon reaching the bank he plunges his staff in.
How deep is the water?
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Post by DungeonMaster on Feb 11, 2003 12:14:32 GMT -5
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Forland
Expert Ninja
Timmy! Shh...Timmy
Posts: 38
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Post by Forland on Feb 11, 2003 12:35:07 GMT -5
0.1.2
Forland reaches into his robe and fishes around for a few moments before drawing forth a rolled up piece of parchment. He then drops his pack and fishes through the contents pulling out a coiled silken rope. He ties three slip knots in it and throws it to his companions. "Slip it around your waste and hold on tight." He then unrolls his piece of parchment and reads it over many times, being sure he has the right inflections in mind before speaking. When he speaks the spidery words of magic his voice rises and falls in perfect sequence. His voice is loud and commanding.
I am reading a Scroll of Mount.
Use Rope Mod: +5(3 Dex, 2 Silk Rope)
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Post by Aeranin on Feb 11, 2003 19:59:58 GMT -5
0.1.3
Hearing the mighty roar of the dragon echo along the swamps like the whistling of a summer breeze through the forest, Aeranin longed to stay. For the majesty and awe of seeing one of these resplendent creatures sorely tempted his elven heart. However, Aeranin was quickly brought back his senses by the magic he could sensed Forland weaving. Judging by the anxious expression he had seen on Forland's face only seconds earlier, Aeranin had decided to heed the conjurer's words and ignore his ambitious heart. Wrapping the rope around his waist, Aeranin waited for what would surely lead to freedom or folly.
I take hold of the rope and wrap it firmly around my waist. I would also like to roll against my "Listen" skill to ascertain which direction the roar is coming from and my "Knowledge-Nature" skill to recall any information of the swamp or its relation to the surrounding area. Btw, are there any oxen or other beasts of burden by the carts? I just couldn't find any mention of them previously, so I wasn't sure.
Listen - Untrained Wis check +2 Racial bonus
Knowledge(Nature) - +3 skill bonus
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Post by DungeonMaster on Feb 12, 2003 11:12:25 GMT -5
I take hold of the rope and wrap it firmly around my waist. I would also like to roll against my "Listen" skill to ascertain which direction the roar is coming from and my "Knowledge-Nature" skill to recall any information of the swamp or its relation to the surrounding area. Btw, are there any oxen or other beasts of burden by the carts? I just couldn't find any mention of them previously, so I wasn't sure. Listen - Untrained Wis check +2 Racial bonus Knowledge(Nature) - +3 skill bonus Your listen roll won't be necessary, the dragon's roars are CLEARLY coming from the marshes behind you (the marshes being on the end of the swamp). Knowledge(Nature): d20+3=20+3=23! (Super Success!) From your childhood, you can recall the tales of the Swamp of Ghosts. A desolate swamp that took the very souls of every being to ever cross it's shores. Judging by the look of the trees within the waters and fog that seems to rise from the murky water, like steam from dung, you can tell this place hides a foulness that has been the antagonist in many an epic tale. The marshes you've come thru to get here, were known as the Marsh of Fear...presumably since they surround the Swamp of Ghosts. No sane creature would dare enter this land...these orcs were lost.There were oxen pulling the carts, they weren't mentioned earlier (sorry!). However, as to whether or not they survived the attack...well that's up to you to find out. |
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Post by Wulfgar on Feb 12, 2003 19:43:07 GMT -5
0.1.4
Wulfgar took the rope and passed it around his waste, securing it. He cast a quizzical look at the magician. “I see his strategy,” he said to the bard and the cleric. his voice hushed to keep from distrubing the mage. “This way when the dragon swoops down upon us, we all die together.” This was a bad position he and his companions found themselves in. The dragon behind them, the dark, murky swamp before them. He had little trust of the arcane arts but this was a time for action, not debate and the wizard at least had a plan.
It seems to me that a boat would be the proper means of travel through a swamp. While I'm going along with this for the sake of expecdency, I'm also looking for something that could be used as a boat.
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