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Post by imp on Jun 20, 2013 1:04:03 GMT -8
Lady Habbrig indicates Lastwall and asks Lucian "Where can I get one of those?" Fabian sneers. She otherwise stands her ground.
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Post by imp on Jun 20, 2013 1:07:16 GMT -8
Vuron hustles to the bottom of the stairs (B3_e5) and then continues into the fray after a brief moment spent surveying the fight. (C3_b5)
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Post by imp on Jun 20, 2013 1:32:43 GMT -8
Scorpion 1 attempts to stabilize. DC14 con 1d20
Scorpion 2 attempts to stablize. DC18 con 1d20
Scorpion 3 attacks Vuron. 1d20+5 It stings him, doing 2d2 damage and 1d20+4 he is sickened.
Scorpion 4 attacks Bjorn. 1d20+5 It stings him, doing 2d2 damage and 1d20+4 he is unaffected by the poison.
Scorpion 5 takes a five foot step to Rifain (C3_f6) and attempts to sting her. 1d20+5 It stings her, doing 2d2 damage and 1d20+4 she is sickened.
Scorpion 6 scuttles all the way around the stairwell to threaten Urindel. (B3_e5)
OOC: Orange group to act. Also, Arctorious, who is holding, may act at any time.
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Post by Lucian Bok on Jun 20, 2013 7:36:28 GMT -8
To Lady Habbrig, "He is a prototype. If he is adequate to his purpose, I predict that they will be all the rage next season." He turns to Lastwall, "Perhaps you should show her just what you can do" With that, Lucian begins to mutter words in an alien tongue. He holds his cane and the crystal at its head begins to glow in an eerily light, similar but also somewhat different than before. The air around it begins to distort and ripple. Lucian then taps the crystal against Lastwall's shoulder, the pattern changes slightly and causes the air around Lastwall to seem to distort and ripple, faintly. "Now, I require a better look at what is going on down there" Lucian then moves down the stairs, but not yet to the landing. (9th floor, B4_d1)
Spellcraft DC 16Lucian casts Mage Armor on Lastwall, his armor bonus to AC increases to 4 |
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Post by Urindel on Jun 20, 2013 15:50:09 GMT -8
Holding his bow in his off hand, Urindel draws his rapier then slides (five foot step) partially around the scorpion next to him (B3 e4) and stabs towards it, but hitting the ground next to it.
Attack
1d20+2
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Jun 21, 2013 11:58:54 GMT -8
Arctorious sees his sickened comrades and (using his held action) damning himself under his breath for breaking his own concern, leaps down the steps (moving from a6 from the top of the tower to e6 on the second level where the scorps and other characters are-moving a total of 25 feet) to stop just in back of the scorpion that is facing Urindel, thereby flanking the tiny beast, and heaves his war hammer onto the rigid carapace of the beast with a mighty swing and a great & guttural; "HRAAA!!!" as he swings, 1d20 +5 +2 for flank=24
Doing 1d8 +4 (+3 reg. dam., +1 for Dirty Fighting trait)=12 damage
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Post by Mrin Vallahir on Jun 21, 2013 16:02:03 GMT -8
Mrin trundles down the stairs after Arctorious from, B4 A1 to B4 E1, trying to stay to the side of the staircase to allow faster travel. "I'm pretty sure you can eat those, if you cut off the stinger and roast'em."
1d20-1 = (10) Knowledge Nature to check if giant scorpions are good to eat.
Stopping for a breath between the flights of stairs Mrin reasons, "I got some other bread and cheese and stuff, it's not really a worry. Plus we just landed, so it's a bit premature for that kind of thing."
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Post by imp on Jun 23, 2013 11:00:06 GMT -8
Sylvia listens to the sound of combat below for a moment and sighs to Evan "I am not in a rush to face my doom... As a caster perhaps it is best I hang back with the rest." She thumbs Lady Habbrig.
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Post by imp on Jun 23, 2013 11:02:54 GMT -8
"So be it!" Evan says to Sylvia "Be ready for wounded!" He shouts over his shoulder to Fabian, who shrugs "Make way!" He shouts running to the stairs and drawing his longsword. (B4_c1)
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Post by imp on Jun 23, 2013 11:08:04 GMT -8
Carlo begins picking a swift tune on his mandolin. He only smiles as Evan rushes past him. Green group to act. |
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Post by Kiara Elmscrye on Jun 23, 2013 12:05:24 GMT -8
(delay turn) Kiara holds back from the fray, watching to see if she can spot any wounded that she can help.
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Post by imp on Jun 23, 2013 13:11:25 GMT -8
To Kiara, Kooner says "Don't you think we'd prove more effective if we were to leap bravely into the thick of the fray, and then if we lifted our mighty jaws in a howl of glory?"
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Post by imp on Jun 23, 2013 13:14:15 GMT -8
To Kooner, Mitz says "What, down there? Into the very maw of evil itself? Are you suggesting that she embrace her mortality and throw her soul to the black winds because there really is no purpose to be had in this dreary existence?"
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Post by Dairmida on Jun 23, 2013 14:47:39 GMT -8
Dairmida runs her fingers through Devorar's fur and utters a few words in the old language. She is casting Magic Fang on Devorar She exchanges a quick look with Devorar, then they leap over the railing between them and the stairs, falling lithely into the ruinous stairwell and bounding down the last few stairs to the platform where the stairs curve. Whipping past Mrin, barely missing him, they leap off the east side of the stairs and land, Dairmida in a crouch on B4_E3, Devorar on B4_F2. Devorar’s nails scratch the rank stone floor for a fleeting second before he finds purchase and readies for an attack. The room is pungent with old smells—mold and moss and still air. Wavering slightly above them are newer, brighter smells. Wet humans. The reek of the skittering, clicking things-- their fear and agitation. His eyes hone in on one before him and he bites. 1d20+1 |
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Post by Lyeas Elmscrye on Jun 23, 2013 21:54:02 GMT -8
"Nasties already? Well that didn't take long..." Lyeas mutters as he rushes down the stairs (to B3_f4 on floor 9), shortbow in hand. He then takes a shot at one of the scorpions present (the one at C3_b6) and 1d20-2 misses terribly.
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