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Post by imp on Oct 11, 2013 9:46:15 GMT -8
Milky white lifeblood oozes from the rapier wounds in the bulbous root. Five Hit points left.
ORANGE GROUP TO ACT!!! (Dairmida, Lucian, Lastwall)
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Post by Dairmida on Oct 11, 2013 11:44:44 GMT -8
Beneath Dairmida, Devorar thrashes mindlessly. Dirty fingers slip loose from handholds in the fur and Dairmida tries once more to find purchase and keep her weight centered on the back of her friend. 1d20 against Devorar's CMD (14) to grapple. With a heavy THWACK he rolls her decisively. She wails in Druidic.
Don't leave me, Kin! Not you too.
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Post by Lucian Bok on Oct 11, 2013 14:59:24 GMT -8
Lucian looks back and forth between the tendrils and the last standing gnoll. With an imperceptible shrug, he darts between Rifain's legs, to stand next to the wall, beside Vuron. (A3_d2) Lucian then begins to mutter words and the crystal of his cane begins to glow again. He clenches the crystal with his hand, which then glows with a pale blue light. He then points the open palm of that hand toward the staggered gnoll, and an icy ray flies from the palm, and into the barely moving chest of the gnoll. 1d20 (+3 dex, +0 base attack, +1 point blank shot, -4 in melee) vs touch AC The gnoll takes 1d3+1 cold damage Spellcraft DC 15 |
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Post by imp on Oct 11, 2013 16:37:45 GMT -8
Lastwall rolls acrobatically across the table to (B3_e5 7th). 1d20+6 He lands smoothly on the tendril's flank and attacks it with his open fist. 1d20+4 +2 from flank = 15 He hits it! 1d6+4 It's still up!
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Oct 11, 2013 18:23:03 GMT -8
Arctorious shouts; "HUZZAH, LASTWALL!!! HOW DOES IT FEEL, BEAST?!?! NOW IT'S TIME FOR PAYBACK, FOUL CREATURE!!!" And lifts his warhammer above his head to strike the beast, waiting in anticipation...!!
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Post by imp on Oct 12, 2013 6:56:30 GMT -8
"I am a man." He says quietly, misinterpreting Arctorious' second statement.
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Oct 12, 2013 19:24:17 GMT -8
Arctorious, war hammer still held high & without shifting his stance, shifts his eyes over at Lastwall, smiling grimace fading into one of a befuddled frown, replies to Lastwall; "Yes. Yes...youuuuuuu most certainly ARE!! How....FOOLISH of me...to think otherwise...!" And shifts his gaze back to the tangle of vines in front of him, stares at it momentarily, and tries desperately to shake Lastwalls last comments out of his mind as he waits his turn to strike the vine beast.
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Post by imp on Oct 16, 2013 14:15:44 GMT -8
Free of Dairmida's hold, Devorar, walks into the tendril's clutches.
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Post by imp on Oct 16, 2013 14:18:02 GMT -8
Vuron drops his warhammer, and staggering across the floor shouts "Usonis, guide me axe!"(B3_b4 7th). Vuron hurls a throwing axe at the tendril. 1d20-2 There is a flash of Glory! +4 Usonis' blessing! Vuron spends a hero point. The axe hits! 1d6 The tendril is slain.
Vuron stops, shocked by his own throw, as the vines drop to the floor lifelessly. The well kept dwarf purses his lips and lets out a low whistle. He looks sidelong at Arctorious and says "I knew I'd hit."
Devorar shakes off the effects of the yellow musk creeper's pollen.
The party is no longer acting in initiative order. Please keep your post to a move-standard-free action format. Thanks!
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Post by imp on Oct 16, 2013 16:26:52 GMT -8
OOC: 2x 800 tendril = 1600; 4x 700 gnoll musk zombie = 2800; 2x 600 facless musk zombie = 1200; 7x number of opponents bonus = 1600; Total 7200/9 PCs = Each member of the party receives 800 experience!
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Oct 16, 2013 18:33:59 GMT -8
Arctorious grins and look over at Vuron, Pats him on the shoulder and says; "A mighty throw it was too, my friend! Thank your Gods for me and Devorar, won't you?"
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Post by imp on Oct 16, 2013 20:35:44 GMT -8
"As you seem a man of honor and reserve, Usonis will always be with you- In your darkest hour." Vuron says stoically, betrayed by the beads of sweat on his brow.
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Post by imp on Oct 16, 2013 20:39:55 GMT -8
Bjorn adjusts the wooden circlet on his head. "We should burn the root." He looks around "Lucian, have you magic flame for such a task?"
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Post by imp on Oct 16, 2013 20:43:26 GMT -8
Fabian wipes his blade clean of plant matter and sheathes it. He eyes Devorar warily and retreats slowly to the base of the staircase, shouting up it. "Yenner, call for m'Lady." He slurs loudly.
"She possesses a magical flame." He explains quietly, his eyes now dark again beneath a knotted brow.
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Post by imp on Oct 16, 2013 20:46:23 GMT -8
Evan grins winningly "We prevailed!" He bends a knee and pets Devorar, looking up at Dairmida to gauge her reaction to the combat. Casting a glance over to Arcotious he asks "Shaken the pollen fully? I sincerely apologize for that. I wish I could tell you it gets easier..." His eyes dance, so thrilled is he with his success in combat.
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