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Post by imp on Jun 24, 2013 1:25:24 GMT -8
"I cannae imagine, nor even begun, wot trevails befall our mates below. Lets be fittin' and honest- it's all for the best now. Such trial and tribulations make mice of most and least of all we. So 'ere owp 'mong the pots and foodstuffs a wise nelly-neener boy loik me is sitting pretty, and that's done. Neh?" Yenner does not move from his perch on the partially crippled barge.
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Post by imp on Jun 24, 2013 1:27:55 GMT -8
Preesha draws a light crossbow from her pack and loads it. "Keep 'em busy." she growls.
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Post by imp on Jun 24, 2013 1:30:55 GMT -8
Fabian flops his hand at Lastwall as if lazily shooing a fly. "Go on knuckles, to your master's heels. I'll tend to things up here."
OOC: Top of the second round.
RED GROUP to act!
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Post by imp on Jun 25, 2013 18:11:08 GMT -8
"The sun shines on the brow of the traveler who is willing to face their destiny." Lastwall moves cautiously to the stairs, still looking for threats up top. (B4-e1)
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Post by Rifain Rho on Jun 26, 2013 10:47:52 GMT -8
Fighting waves of nausea, Rifain tightens her grip on her greataxe and swings at the nearest scorpion (a6).
1d20+2
Confirmation roll 1d20+2
Normal damage 1d12+2
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Post by imp on Jun 26, 2013 15:18:27 GMT -8
"Die vermin!" Bjorn hoots excitedly while striking again with his greatsword. (attacking B4_f1) 1d20+6
He hits the green scorpion! 1d10+2 It is dying now. Only one left still up. "That's how it's done." he says, seemingly affirming to himself.
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Post by imp on Jun 26, 2013 15:25:45 GMT -8
"That is a quote from the Traveler's Tome, the holy book of the monks of Habrini. What an odd duck he is." She says of Lastwall to Fabian. She does nothing but recline.
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Post by imp on Jun 26, 2013 15:28:36 GMT -8
Vuron swings his warhammer at the last of the scorpions. 1d20+3 "Of all the furnaces in Enchanexu!" he swears at his terrible miss.
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Post by imp on Jun 26, 2013 15:38:34 GMT -8
The wicked scorpion (3) strikes back at Vuron. 1d20+5 It misses him.
Scorpion (1) attempts to stabilize. DC15: 1d20 It fails.
Scorpion (2) attempts to stabilize. DC19: 1d20 It fails and dies.
Scorpion (4) attempts to stabilize. DC11: 1d20 It fails.
Scorpion (5) attempts to stabilize. DC13: 1d20 It fails.
Scorpion (6) attempts to stabilize. DC17: 1d20 It fails.
Rifain attempts to resist further effects from the poison. 1d20+4 She is no longer poisoned and no longer sickened.
Vuron attempts to resist further effects from the poison. 1d20+4 He is no longer poisoned and no longer sickened.
ORANGE GROUP (MRIN URINDEL ARCTORIOUS and LUCIAN in any order) to act!!
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Post by Lucian Bok on Jun 26, 2013 16:57:49 GMT -8
Lucian grips the crystal on his cane, and mutters a few unintelligible words. Then points the crystal at the last scorpion. A ray of energy flies toward the scorpion at great speed, as it flies the air gets colder around the ray, leaving flakes of ice in the air, briefly. DC 15 Spellcraft Attack roll: base attack + DEX - 4 for shooting into melee + Point Blank Shot= 0 total bonus 1d20 touch attack The Ray goes wide. Striking the wall behind, leaving an icy patch on the wall |
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Post by Urindel on Jun 26, 2013 17:41:44 GMT -8
Urindel moves around the table (C4 b1) to flank the last Scorpion and stabs towards it and misses badly.
Attack
1d20+4
Critical Miss Confirmation
1d20+4
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Jun 26, 2013 19:47:54 GMT -8
Arctorious holds his position on the stairs.
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Post by Mrin Vallahir on Jun 26, 2013 20:39:34 GMT -8
Mrin suddenly realizes everyone must be trying to give him a chance to kill a scorpion. "You fellows are right thoughtful." He hastily climbs over the edge of the stairs and circles around the table behind the scorpion so he can see the beast, but not close enough yet to attack. (C4_B2)
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Post by imp on Jun 27, 2013 0:35:07 GMT -8
Urindel accidentally drops his bow while trying to stab with his rapier. 1d5 The short bow skitters right under the scorpion.
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Post by imp on Jun 27, 2013 1:25:48 GMT -8
Carlo continues to play his song, and begins to sing
"From deepest pits o' Li Salagh
Our copper cock did hail
He led the slaves to tower's top
Intending to assail
The dreaded demon Adakan
Source of all their pain
Each man and woman followed in
The footsteps of Adain
For o'er head he wielded
Oso's blade, Anshari
In two strokes the worm marquis
He blithely split in three"
Carlo shifts down to a minor key.
"The demon sealed every wound
Behind Ilkyardim steel
Quick the copper cock had cut
Quicker did it heal
Sheul had come to claim the hope
Adain had newly born
When in distance sounded
The noble sharper's horn
The seers poured the mythic cup
the magi led the charge
The adversary met the demon
growing thrice as large"
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